<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882</id><updated>2012-01-29T09:35:58.974Z</updated><title type='text'>Trips of the heart</title><subtitle type='html'>" Acredito no amor, naquele amor, o único que deve andar em outros papéis que não estes, mas que encontrarei, ou me descobrirá um dia, num passeio á mata(...) esse amor dedicar-se-á a desmanchar tudo o que em mim sofre e a restituir o que me foi roubado. Far-me-á sentir merecedora de todo mundo não só pelas minhas virtudes, mas também (e quem sabe se principalmente) pelas minhas imperfeições..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-5573996112330138199</id><published>2009-03-09T13:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:11:11.254Z</updated><title type='text'>And so i'm back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/NHELW6t5Axc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/NHELW6t5Axc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uh Huh Her - Wait Another Day &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-5573996112330138199?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5573996112330138199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=5573996112330138199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/5573996112330138199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/5573996112330138199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-so-i-back.html' title='And so i&amp;#39;m back...'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-4607907633533568132</id><published>2009-02-05T18:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:53:03.561Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais um desafio cumprido...keep them coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/_6WDXxYHU6U' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/_6WDXxYHU6U'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uh huh her - common reaction (acoustic live)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora bem...diz-se por aí que fui desafiada para cumprir uma tarefa pela excelentíssima maoqueaaf.&lt;br /&gt;É suposto eu mencionar 5 manias que me caracterizam...o que a meu ver não é tarefa fácil, tendo em conta a quantidade de manias que eu realmente tenho. Mas aqui vai uma tentativa de cumprimento do desafio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Acima de tudo, sou uma pessoa atrasada por natureza. Dificilmente chego a tempo a qualquer compromisso, não sei bem porquê mas é algo que me caracteriza. O que vale as pessoas que considero importantes perdoam-me esse grande defeito...quanto não vale estar rodeada de pessoas fantásticas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Poucos sabem isto sobre mim, mas a realidade é que me considero uma pessoa um pouco obsessiva. Em qualquer momento da minha vida tem que haver algo ou alguém em quem concentro a minha atenção (e por vezes acabo por esquecer tudo o resto). Mas é algo que continuo a tentar modificar (como todo o resto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- A indecisão. Sou uma pessoa muito indecisa e que mudo de opinião, gostos, vontades muito facilmente...enfim...quanto a isso não há grande coisa que eu possa fazer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Apesar de achar que consegui mudar um bocadinho nesse aspecto, muitos dos meus amigos já me disseram que sou muito pessimista. E a verdade é que tenho que concordar com eles. Por muito que eu tente demonstrar o contrário a verdade é que tenho uma visão um pouco pessimista do mundo que me rodeia...e das pessoas em geral...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Para terminar, mesmo tendo ainda muitas mais manias para descrever, vou-me ficar pelas 5, pois foi esse o desafio. A minha última mania, e que também se calhar muita gente não sabe, é que tenho um feitio muito complicado, e mudanças de humor muito grandes, e só mesmo as pessoas mais próximas (a minha família) é que conhecem esta minha faceta...mas enfim...o Ser Humano está em desenvolvimenteo constante e estamos aqui todos para nos tornamos pessoas cada vez melhores, trabalhando e modificando aquilo que está menos bem em nós. Por isto, sei que tenho ainda um longo caminho e muito que mudar...e acima de tudo tenho a noção que em cada momento faço o melhor que posso, tendo em conta aquilo que já aprendi...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado pelo desafio...&lt;br /&gt;eu vou desafiar as seguintes pessoas (que não sei se me respondem mas pronto...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;br /&gt;Cris Cris&lt;br /&gt;Kartcross Power &lt;br /&gt;Manel&lt;br /&gt;Pereira &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-4607907633533568132?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4607907633533568132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=4607907633533568132&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/4607907633533568132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/4607907633533568132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/mais-um-desafio-cumpridokeep-them_05.html' title='Mais um desafio cumprido...keep them coming!'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-2837659947842712885</id><published>2009-01-31T22:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:22:41.135Z</updated><title type='text'>Uh Huh Her - Not A Love Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/uQ9iPPfOMvM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/uQ9iPPfOMvM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-2837659947842712885?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2837659947842712885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=2837659947842712885&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/2837659947842712885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/2837659947842712885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/uh-huh-her-not-love-song.html' title='Uh Huh Her - Not A Love Song'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-5621681793189336872</id><published>2008-12-18T21:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:56:48.550Z</updated><title type='text'>Life for rent...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/hvmQXuHyKVA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/hvmQXuHyKVA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't really ever found a place that I call home &lt;br /&gt;I never stick around quite long enough to make it &lt;br /&gt;I apologize that once again I'm not in love &lt;br /&gt;But it's not as if I mind &lt;br /&gt;that your heart ain't exactly breaking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a thought, only a thought &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if my life is for rent and I don't lean to buy &lt;br /&gt;Well I deserve nothing more than I get &lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought &lt;br /&gt;that I would love to live by the sea &lt;br /&gt;To travel the world alone &lt;br /&gt;and live my life more simply &lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what's happened to that dream &lt;br /&gt;Cos there's really nothing left here to stop me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a thought, only a thought &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy &lt;br /&gt;Well I deserve nothing more than I get &lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my heart is a shield and I won't let it down &lt;br /&gt;While I am so afraid to fail so I won't even try &lt;br /&gt;Well how can I say I'm alive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my life is for rent...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-5621681793189336872?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5621681793189336872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=5621681793189336872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/5621681793189336872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/5621681793189336872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-for-rent_18.html' title='Life for rent...'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-8553229353923505207</id><published>2008-11-05T00:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:46:52.903Z</updated><title type='text'>Desafio cumprido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SRDpi1dZgCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YOzCRgYDBrg/s1600-h/9_6_08+(30).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SRDpi1dZgCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YOzCRgYDBrg/s200/9_6_08+(30).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264964749071319074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi-me feito este desafio por uma menina muito especial (e cujo nome verdadeiro não vou mencionar por razões que não interessam mencionar aqui (lol)...) mas que é mais conhecida neste meio por "Mas afinal o que estou aqui a fazer?". Inicialmente confesso que tive muita dificuldade em seleccionar uma só banda/artista para responder ao desafio. Depois de muita reflexão e tendo em conta o estado de espírito que me acompanha no momento, optei finalmente pela banda que virão em seguida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deste desafio é ncessário respeitarem-se as seguintes regras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "colocar uma foto individual;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- escolher uma banda/artista;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- responder às questões colocadas somente com títulos de canções da banda/artista escolhido/a;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- escolher 4 pessoas que respondam ao desafio, sem esquecer de as avisar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(da autoria de "mas afinal o que estou aqui a fazer?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso que que respeitei todas as regras, excepto uma, as pessoas a desafiar. Isto porque depois de alguma reflexão concluí que na comunidade blogosférica a que pertenço, salvo raras excepções (que já foram desafiadas para esta brincadeira), ninguém me ocorreu que aceitasse responder ao mesmo. Portanto deixo ao critério de cada um responder a este desafio, de acordo com os seus gostos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Green Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)És homem ou mulher? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        “She”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Descreve-te: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Walking contradiction”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) O que as pessoas acham de ti:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Basket case”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Como descreves o teu último relacionamento: &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;       “Jaded”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Descreve o estado actual da tua relação com o/a teu/tua namorado/a ou pretendente: &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      “Panic song”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Onde querias estar agora? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Welcome to Paradise”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) O que pensas a respeito do amor? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “2000 Light Years Away”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 ) Como é a tua vida? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “No one knows”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) O que pedirias se pudesses ter só um desejo? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Uma frase sábia: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “Today is the first day of the rest&lt;br /&gt;      Of our lives&lt;br /&gt;      Tomorrow is too late to pretend&lt;br /&gt;      Everything's allright…” (“Church on Sunday”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provavelmente se voltasse a repetir o desafio amanha, seria algo completamente diferente, mas hoje foi o que saiu...lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-8553229353923505207?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8553229353923505207/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=8553229353923505207&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/8553229353923505207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/8553229353923505207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/desafio-cumprido.html' title='Desafio cumprido...'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SRDpi1dZgCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YOzCRgYDBrg/s72-c/9_6_08+(30).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-8724070585606232781</id><published>2008-10-27T19:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:55:41.469Z</updated><title type='text'>The Smiths (How Soon is Now)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/fRtYNPRXkYU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/fRtYNPRXkYU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A recordar melodias...:D &lt;br /&gt;Este é o tema da minha revolução, e que me vem acompanhando já há uns tempinhos...muitas versões se fizeram (algumas muito boas) mas nada como recordar as primeiras...:)&lt;br /&gt;Hoje inicia-se uma nova revolução interna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ludi invalidi*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-8724070585606232781?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8724070585606232781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=8724070585606232781&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/8724070585606232781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/8724070585606232781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/smiths-how-soon-is-now.html' title='The Smiths (How Soon is Now)'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-3856241921279550937</id><published>2008-10-27T19:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:47:55.682Z</updated><title type='text'>My castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/dvgZkm1xWPE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/dvgZkm1xWPE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoje resolvi regressar...já lá vai um tempo! Digamos que tenho estado numa ilha deserta e agora encontrei o meu caminho de volta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes há aqueles dias em parece que tudo se dissolve, desaparece como se tivesse assente em areia movediça. Hoje estou num desses dias, mais melancólicos...é o que faz os fins-de-semana prolongados, muito tempo para pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Com a "azáfama" do dia-a-dia acabamos por nem reflectir sobre as várias coisas que vão acontecendo e depois quando paramos as verdades atingem-nos como um raio que nos corta a respiração. Depois é tempo de respirar fundo, levantar e recomeçar tudo outra vez, até á próxima "onda". &lt;br /&gt;São tantas as coisas que vão acontecendo, novas pessoas que surgem sem estarmos á espera, pessoas "antigas" que regressam nos momentos em que pensavamos não ser possível, outras desaparecem no nevoeiro...e no meio de tudo isto são poucas as constantes, a nossa "bóia de salvação", aquela a que nos agarramos quando estamos em apuros. &lt;br /&gt;As pessoas que para mim já foram essa "bóia" e já partiram, aquelas que ainda serão, e acima de tudo aquelas que continuam a ser, ajudam-me diariamente (mesmo sem disso terem consciência) a "nadar até á costa". &lt;br /&gt;Essas pessoas são aquelas que nunca esquecerei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-3856241921279550937?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-2630337293941244120</id><published>2008-08-04T21:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:58:19.119+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone else's dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SJdtWJ-GBTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GCemww-qERs/s1600-h/Moonlight_Lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SJdtWJ-GBTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GCemww-qERs/s400/Moonlight_Lake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230769719615030578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for changes&lt;br /&gt;The storm is arriving&lt;br /&gt;the damage is done&lt;br /&gt;and there's no were left to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craving to see you once more&lt;br /&gt;just a glimpse of your sparkling eyes&lt;br /&gt;we're turning apart&lt;br /&gt;and now i can't ignore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the page is now blank&lt;br /&gt;and there's so much more to write&lt;br /&gt;the life that was before &lt;br /&gt;is now out of our sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna start over&lt;br /&gt;from the very begining&lt;br /&gt;we leave ourselves behind&lt;br /&gt;and wait for a new sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the words that were left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;will now never be spoken&lt;br /&gt;but they'll forever remain&lt;br /&gt;deep down within our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we start our new path apart&lt;br /&gt;as there's no yestarday&lt;br /&gt;but before we both go&lt;br /&gt;i needed to let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll always remember the time&lt;br /&gt;when the blue birds sung&lt;br /&gt;and the sun inlighted our way&lt;br /&gt;as we walked across the green grassed fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now i might just add&lt;br /&gt;that the thought of you now makes me sad&lt;br /&gt;as i remember all that was then&lt;br /&gt;and what will now be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just need to know now&lt;br /&gt;that you were the dream that i never had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by me, myself and i....lol....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-2630337293941244120?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2630337293941244120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=2630337293941244120&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/2630337293941244120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/2630337293941244120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/someone-elses-dream.html' title='Someone else&apos;s dream'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SJdtWJ-GBTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GCemww-qERs/s72-c/Moonlight_Lake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-3996565445594468860</id><published>2008-06-20T23:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:29:35.211+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly Clarkson-Behind These Hazel Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/svxP2LjBg_4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/svxP2LjBg_4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Behind These Hazel Eyes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like just yesterday&lt;br /&gt;You were a part of me&lt;br /&gt;I used to stand so tall&lt;br /&gt;I used to be so strong&lt;br /&gt;Your arms around me tight&lt;br /&gt;Everything, it felt so right&lt;br /&gt;Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you everything&lt;br /&gt;Opened up and let you in&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel alright&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life&lt;br /&gt;Now all that's left of me&lt;br /&gt;Is what I pretend to be&lt;br /&gt;So together, but so broken up inside&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely hangin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallow me then spit me out&lt;br /&gt;For hating you, I blame myself&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you it kills me now&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't cry on the outside&lt;br /&gt;Anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, once again&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know i'm moving on now...i even fell for that stupid love song...we live and learn...from our mistakes*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-3996565445594468860?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3996565445594468860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=3996565445594468860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/3996565445594468860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/3996565445594468860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/kelly-clarkson-behind-these-hazel-eyes.html' title='Kelly Clarkson-Behind These Hazel Eyes'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-2710564612219519134</id><published>2008-06-11T13:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:25:55.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>JeWeL - GoOd Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kGmjHyD_aPg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kGmjHyD_aPg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say to myself&lt;br /&gt;Self, why are you awake again? It's one a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Standing with the fridge door wide open, staring&lt;br /&gt;Such a sight, florescent light&lt;br /&gt;The stars are bright&lt;br /&gt;Might make a wish, if I believed in that shit&lt;br /&gt;As it is, I might watch TV&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's nice to see people more messed up than me&lt;br /&gt;I say to myself, as I smile at the wall, let myself fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be all right, no matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a good day, just wait and see&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be okay, cause I'm okay with me&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be, it's gonna be, it's gotta be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shiver, shut the door&lt;br /&gt;Can't think standing here no more&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone, my mine's racing, heart breaking&lt;br /&gt;Can you be everything I need you to be?&lt;br /&gt;Can you protect me like a daughter?&lt;br /&gt;Can you love me like a father?&lt;br /&gt;Can you drink me like water?&lt;br /&gt;Say I'm like the desert, just hotter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of it all&lt;br /&gt;Is that if I should fall&lt;br /&gt;Still you're name I'll call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be all right, no matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a good day, just wait and see&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be okay, cause I'm okay with me&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be, it's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as we laugh out loud&lt;br /&gt;Laugh like we're mad&lt;br /&gt;Cause this crazy, mixed up beauty is all that we have&lt;br /&gt;Because what's love but an itch we can't scratch, a joke we can't catch&lt;br /&gt;But still we laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back upstairs, turn off the TV&lt;br /&gt;You say "I'll be okay baby, just wait and see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be all right, it's gonna be okay&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be a good day, just wait, just see&lt;br /&gt;Gonna okay, cause I'm okay with me&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be, it's gonna be, it's gonna be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be alright, no matter what they say...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-2710564612219519134?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2710564612219519134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=2710564612219519134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/2710564612219519134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/2710564612219519134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/jewel-good-day.html' title='JeWeL - GoOd Day'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-8382926492351243010</id><published>2008-05-26T20:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:19:27.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Speak</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/welnlg3svTw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/welnlg3svTw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há momentos na vida em que temos que aceitar as coisas como elas são...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-8382926492351243010?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8382926492351243010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=8382926492351243010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/8382926492351243010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/8382926492351243010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-speak.html' title='Don&apos;t Speak'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-1192631623467406433</id><published>2008-05-22T17:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:51:47.349+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os mensageiros da noite...by me*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SDWkmNxHBFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/p-b2AAIjFmw/s1600-h/f_darkangelm_9510d27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SDWkmNxHBFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/p-b2AAIjFmw/s400/f_darkangelm_9510d27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203245920934102098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escuridão aproxima-se, chegam os tempos em que as luzes se acendem e os anjos da noite se erguem. Os seus desejos mais profundos, ninguém sabe, sonhos na imensidão da noite, escondem-se em cada esquina das ruas taciturnas que são albergue dos voadores. Oh, eternos anjos da morte que trazem consigo a promessa de uma nova vida, mensageiros das novas memórias que vagueiam pelo céu estrelado da imaginação, novos sonhos, desejos e vontades se concretizarão alcançando a tão desejada imortalidade. Eles vêm aí! Escondam-se aqueles que não procuram o futuro da imortalidade, a emoção da escuridão que se aglutina nas noites…Oh mas aqueles que por ele anseiam, ergam-se perante os mensageiros da Boa Nova, ergam-se e desfrutem do inconsciente obscuro do crepúsculo que vos rodeia. Eu, ah, eu busco a imensidão, os desejos infinitos que me esperam, os sonhos de uma vida alarmante, memórias de uma vida não vivida. Os meus desejos que nunca ninguém saberá! Os meus sonhos, levo-os comigo para onde eu for. Pode o mundo ver mil e uma noites de imortalidade, o sol pôr-se numa noite de escuridão, mas os meus mais secretos desejos, vontades e sonhos são como um cofre, são fechados a chaves alheias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um devaneio que surgiu na ponta da minha caneta (ou cursor do computador) numa certa noite, no dia 21-11-2006...Ás vezes saem-me destas coisas...lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-1192631623467406433?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1192631623467406433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=1192631623467406433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/1192631623467406433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/1192631623467406433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/os-mensageiros-da-noiteby-me.html' title='Os mensageiros da noite...by me*'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SDWkmNxHBFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/p-b2AAIjFmw/s72-c/f_darkangelm_9510d27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-8416112762836242899</id><published>2008-05-21T19:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T19:44:35.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Show me love...das t.A.T.U.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SDRth6d6EFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ibQPgzZQH5w/s1600-h/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SDRth6d6EFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ibQPgzZQH5w/s400/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202903898917572690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an accident&lt;br /&gt;Not the kind where sirens sound&lt;br /&gt;Never even noticed&lt;br /&gt;We're suddenly crumbling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how you've never felt&lt;br /&gt;Delicate or innocent&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have doubts that&lt;br /&gt;Us having faith makes any sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me nothing ever counts&lt;br /&gt;Lashing out or breaking down&lt;br /&gt;Still somebody loses 'cause&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to turn around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at your photograph&lt;br /&gt;Everything now in the past&lt;br /&gt;Never felt so lonely I&lt;br /&gt;Wish that you could show me love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;'Til you open the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;'Til I'm up off the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;'Til it's inside my pores &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;'Til I'm screaming for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random acts of mindlessness&lt;br /&gt;Commonplace occurrences&lt;br /&gt;Chances and surprises&lt;br /&gt;Another state of consciousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me nothing ever counts&lt;br /&gt;Lashing out or breaking down&lt;br /&gt;Still somebody loses 'cause&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to turn around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how you've never felt&lt;br /&gt;Delicate or innocent&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have doubts that&lt;br /&gt;Us having faith makes any sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play games, I play tricks&lt;br /&gt;Girls and girls, but you're the one&lt;br /&gt;Like a game of pick-up-sticks&lt;br /&gt;Played by f***in' lunatics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;'Til you open the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;'Til I'm up off the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;'Til it's inside my pores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;'Til I'm screaming for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;Give me all that I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;Give me all that I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;Give me all that I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me love, show me love&lt;br /&gt;'Till I'm screaming for more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-8416112762836242899?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8416112762836242899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=8416112762836242899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/8416112762836242899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/8416112762836242899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/show-me-lovedas-tatu.html' title='Show me love...das t.A.T.U.'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SDRth6d6EFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ibQPgzZQH5w/s72-c/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-8424265001478570343</id><published>2008-05-21T19:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T19:42:44.634+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Clowns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SDRs76d6EEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8VEOHjMD5SU/s1600-h/eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SDRs76d6EEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8VEOHjMD5SU/s400/eye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202903246082543682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u see me now? Can u see me now? Can u see? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this weeping in the air, who can tell when it will fall through floating forests in the air &lt;br /&gt;Across the rolling open sea. &lt;br /&gt;blow a kiss and run through air. Leave the past find nowhere, &lt;br /&gt;Floating forests in the air clowns all around you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clowns that only let u know where u let your senses go. &lt;br /&gt;Clowns all around you its a cross i need to bear. &lt;br /&gt;All this black and cruel is fair, this is an emergency &lt;br /&gt;Don't you hide your eyes from me, open them and see me now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u see me now? Can u see? Can u see me now? &lt;br /&gt;Can u see? Can u see? Can u see? &lt;br /&gt;Can u see? Can u see me now? Can u see? &lt;br /&gt;Can u see? Can u see me now? &lt;br /&gt;Can u see me now? Can u see clowns all around you. &lt;br /&gt;Can u see? Can u see? &lt;br /&gt;Can u see? Can u see me now? &lt;br /&gt;Floating, floating, floating, floating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me here in the air not holding on to anywhere &lt;br /&gt;But holding on so beware I have secrets I wont share. &lt;br /&gt;See me here wishing you if I don't deny I do contemplate our wish away. &lt;br /&gt;If I ask u not to stay, clowns are here to let u know where u let your senses go, &lt;br /&gt;Clowns all around you it's a cross I need to bare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this black and cruel is fair, &lt;br /&gt;This is an emergency don't you hide your eyes from me &lt;br /&gt;Open them and see me now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u see me now? Can u see me now? Can u see? Can u see? Can u see? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uma musica das t.A.T.U. que tem um significado especial...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-8424265001478570343?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8424265001478570343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=8424265001478570343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/8424265001478570343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/8424265001478570343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/clowns.html' title='Clowns'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SDRs76d6EEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8VEOHjMD5SU/s72-c/eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-5331778114463823949</id><published>2008-05-12T23:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T16:45:23.079+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cumpri o meu desafio...:) Autopsicografia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SCjCdad6EDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/MEujXm5-gkc/s1600-h/escrev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SCjCdad6EDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/MEujXm5-gkc/s400/escrev.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199619580375994418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui desafiada para uma autospicografia, ou seja, a minha "missão" é por poucas palavras e uma imagem, fazer algo que me represente no meu todo...não é fácil mas espero conseguir cumprir...&lt;br /&gt;A imagem que coloquei, um caderno em branco, descreve-me na medida em que sinto que ainda sou um livro por escrever, ainda tenho muitos planos, sonhos, que me ajudam a continuar a lutar, apesar de cada vez mais estes parecerem distantes. Não sou uma pessoa muito optimista, mas sou alguem que confia nas minhas capacidades (ou pelo menos tento), dai o continuar a lutar, pois acredito que se queremos conquistar algo tudo o que temos a fazer é lutar. &lt;br /&gt;Para terminar aqui vai uma frase que descobri ultimamente e que tenho tentado fazer dela a minha "máxima"...&lt;br /&gt;"An'ye harm none, do what ye will", isto é, Se nenhum mal resultar, faça o que desejar...e é isso mesmo, temos é que viver a nossa vida, fazermos aquilo que desejamos desde que não prejudiquemos ninguém. Se cedermos mais vezes aos nossos desejos e não pensarmos tanto no que os outros pensam, com certeza seremos muito mais felizes! &lt;br /&gt;Obrigado pelo desafio...&lt;br /&gt;eu não vou desafiar as 5 pessoas, mas aquelas que para mim responderão a este desafio...;)&lt;br /&gt;Meiji&lt;br /&gt;Sara Filipa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-5331778114463823949?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5331778114463823949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=5331778114463823949&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/5331778114463823949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/5331778114463823949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/mecumpri-o-meu-desafio.html' title='Cumpri o meu desafio...:) Autopsicografia'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SCjCdad6EDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/MEujXm5-gkc/s72-c/escrev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-1199336491361632975</id><published>2008-05-09T18:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T18:33:38.679+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie by The Cranberries</title><content type='html'>Porque que guerra continua e a sociedade cada vez mais mes espanta (negativamente...!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMBIE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another head hangs lowly, &lt;br /&gt;Child is slowly taken. &lt;br /&gt;And the violence caused such silence, &lt;br /&gt;Who are we mistaken? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, it's not me, it's not my family. &lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head they are fighting, &lt;br /&gt;With their tanks and their bombs, &lt;br /&gt;And their bombs and their guns. &lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head, they are crying... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head, &lt;br /&gt;Zombie, zombie, zombie, &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head, &lt;br /&gt;In your head, &lt;br /&gt;Zombie, zombie, zombie? &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mother's breakin', &lt;br /&gt;Heart is taking over. &lt;br /&gt;When the vi'lence causes silence, &lt;br /&gt;We must be mistaken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen. &lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head they're still fighting, &lt;br /&gt;With their tanks and their bombs, &lt;br /&gt;And their bombs and their guns. &lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head, they are dying... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head, &lt;br /&gt;Zombie, zombie, zombie, &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head, &lt;br /&gt;In your head, &lt;br /&gt;Zombie, zombie, zombie? &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh, &lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lyp5we2ySDo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lyp5we2ySDo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-1199336491361632975?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1199336491361632975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=1199336491361632975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/1199336491361632975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/1199336491361632975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/zombie-by-cranberries.html' title='Zombie by The Cranberries'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-3984524834616807316</id><published>2008-04-18T20:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T20:42:16.948+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A serie que despertou a minha curiosidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/V_6Xzbhv02I' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/V_6Xzbhv02I'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Noites em que sombras escapam de nossas sombras&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes escondidas em cantos&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes deslizando em nossos pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Querendo a loucura e o desejo&lt;br /&gt;- De muito e de nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noites em que cortamos nossos pulsos&lt;br /&gt;Tal cortamos nossos laços e somos um só&lt;br /&gt;Sem perguntas e sem respostas&lt;br /&gt;A angústia da fé&lt;br /&gt;O poder dos decepcionados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noites escuras de membros eretos&lt;br /&gt;Sagrados&lt;br /&gt;Deita seu rosto pesado sobre pétalas&lt;br /&gt;Deita suas pernas e abre seu peito&lt;br /&gt;Sangra em tantas cabeças&lt;br /&gt;Chupa o veneno e torna-se heresia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acontece em noites vadias&lt;br /&gt;A sombra do que se diz apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;Queimando na tortura&lt;br /&gt;Queimando sem súplica&lt;br /&gt;Sórdido coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noites escuras de Sérgio Godoy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-3984524834616807316?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3984524834616807316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=3984524834616807316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/3984524834616807316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/3984524834616807316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/serie-que-despertou-minha-curiosidade.html' title='A serie que despertou a minha curiosidade...'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-4510158574127440785</id><published>2008-04-18T20:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T20:47:08.895+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinicius de Moraes - O soneto da lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SAj6kzsSREI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VRv_nnyuIL8/s1600-h/621px-Triquetra-Interlaced-Triangle-Circle_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SAj6kzsSREI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VRv_nnyuIL8/s320/621px-Triquetra-Interlaced-Triangle-Circle_svg.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190674080802686018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que tens, por que tens olhos escuros&lt;br /&gt;E mãos lânguidas, loucas, e sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Quem és, quem és tu, não eu, e estás em mim&lt;br /&gt;Impuro, como o bem que está nos puros ?&lt;br /&gt;Que paixão fez-te os lábios tão maduros&lt;br /&gt;Num rosto como o teu criança assim&lt;br /&gt;Quem te criou tão boa para o ruim&lt;br /&gt;E tão fatal para os meus versos duros?&lt;br /&gt;Fugaz, com que direito tens-me pressa&lt;br /&gt;A alma, que por ti soluça nua&lt;br /&gt;E não és Tatiana e nem Teresa:&lt;br /&gt;E és tão pouco a mulher que anda na rua&lt;br /&gt;Vagabunda, patética e indefesa&lt;br /&gt;Ó minha branca e pequenina lua !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-4510158574127440785?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4510158574127440785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=4510158574127440785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/4510158574127440785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/4510158574127440785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/vinicius-de-moraes-o-soneto-da-lua.html' title='Vinicius de Moraes - O soneto da lua'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SAj6kzsSREI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VRv_nnyuIL8/s72-c/621px-Triquetra-Interlaced-Triangle-Circle_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-455850980831340656</id><published>2008-04-18T19:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T20:33:10.571+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Triquatra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SAjwBTsSRBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/b1dxHb1SAXg/s1600-h/CHARMED%2520logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190662475801052178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SAjwBTsSRBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/b1dxHb1SAXg/s400/CHARMED%2520logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O nome deste simbolo que aqui vêem designa-se por triquatra ou triquetra, maioritariamente, como o nome diz, o pricipal significado é o número 3. No entanto, este número pode estar associado a diferentes significados. Pode representar o Pai, o filho e o Espírito Santo. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"The point is that each faith or belief has a source of three that connects them to their power source and higher level. The triangles regardless of each faith or belief stresses the fact that three is the strongest source and power. When we stop to think about all of this, we must realize this has been in our knowledge since the beginning of time. When we accept that fact that there are three sources that bring about the connection and help us advance then we too advance in ways we are unaware of. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O poder triplo vem com uma grande responsabilidade, não pode ser utilizado para o mal, "because it is the greatest connection to the higher sources and our universal creator". O poder do três representa também poder da mente, do corpo e do espírito conjugados, que é o significado que para mim é mais importante. "Triquetra é um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Simbolo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simbolo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;simbolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; usado na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Magia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;magia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bruxaria" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bruxaria"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bruxaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; e na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Wicca" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wicca"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wicca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Originário das tradições &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Celtas" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Celtas"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Celtas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, ele representa as três faces da Grande Mãe, a energia criadora do universo, cujas três faces são a Virgem, a Mãe e a Anciã";outro significado deste simbolo..."symbolizes Power, Protection, and Positive energy."!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The Power of Three that makes us all One."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para terminar, uma das minhas frases preferidas..."The power of three will set us free...!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-455850980831340656?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/455850980831340656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=455850980831340656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/455850980831340656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/455850980831340656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/triquatra.html' title='Triquatra'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SAjwBTsSRBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/b1dxHb1SAXg/s72-c/CHARMED%2520logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-4359471293382896920</id><published>2008-04-18T19:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T19:53:44.215+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para quem não sabe do que se trata...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Wicca:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SAjpwTsSRAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FdYKP2lL7sI/s1600-h/triquatra_p3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190655586673509378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/SAjpwTsSRAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FdYKP2lL7sI/s400/triquatra_p3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(triquatra)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wicca é uma religião &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Neopaganismo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neopaganismo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;neopagã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; fundamentada nos cultos da fertilidade que se originaram na Europa Antiga. O bruxo inglês &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Gerald Gardner" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gerald_Gardner"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gerald B. Gardner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; impulsionou o renascimento do culto, com o nome de Wicca, junto com outros bruxos e bruxas, em meados dos anos 40 e 50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Desde seu renascimento, várias tradições da Wicca surgiram. Algumas se afastando consideravelmente dos conceitos da década de 50. A tradição que segue os ensinamentos e práticas específicas, conforme estabelecidos por Gardner, é denominada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Tradição Gardneriana" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tradi%C3%A7%C3%A3o_Gardneriana"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tradição Gardneriana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Além dela, muitas outras tradições da Wicca se desenvolveram e também existem muitos praticantes que não pertencem a nenhuma tradição estabelecida, mas criam a sua própria forma de culto (ecléticos) aos Antigos Deuses.É importante frisar que a Wicca não é uma religião mantida ininterruptamente desde a Antigüidade, ou seja, ela - como toda a natureza - evoluiu e ainda evolui com o passar do tempo. Mas, indubitavelmente, ela tem suas bases fincadas em crenças e rituais antigos (pré-cristãos).Embora sejam algumas vezes usadas como sinônimo, Wicca e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bruxaria" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bruxaria"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bruxaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; são conceitos diferentes. A confusão se dá porque tanto os praticantes da Wicca quanto os da Bruxaria Tradicional - se denominam Bruxos. Da mesma forma, não devem ser confundidos os termos Wicca e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Neopaganismo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neopaganismo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;neopaganismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, uma vez que a Wicca é apenas uma das expressões do neopaganismo.Há diversas ramificações (chamadas comumente de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Tradição" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tradi%C3%A7%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tradições&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;) wiccanas. Assim, há uma enorme quantidade de variações sobre as crenças e as práticas wiccanas.&lt;br /&gt;A prática wiccana mais comum cultua duas divindades, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="A Deusa" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Deusa"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A Deusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="O Deus" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/O_Deus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, algumas vezes chamados de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Grande Mãe" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grande_M%C3%A3e"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Grande Mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Deus Cornífero" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deus_Corn%C3%ADfero"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Deus Cornífero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (do latim: "o que porta cornos").&lt;br /&gt;Algumas tradições, principalmente as denominadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Tradições Diânicas" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tradi%C3%A7%C3%B5es_Di%C3%A2nicas"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tradições Diânicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, dão mais ênfase ao culto à Deusa. Outras, entretanto, dão ênfase ao Deus e à Deusa como complementares de onde surge toda a criação, em igualdade de condições. Algumas Tradições Diânicas feministas não consideram o Deus. Alguns praticantes discordam dessa posição, dizendo não haver razão para realizar as celebrações ritualísticas mais importantes sem a presença das duas polaridades.Os praticantes da Wicca realizam rituais em honra à Deusa nas noites de Lua Cheia. Esses rituais são normalmente denominados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Esbat" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Esbat"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Esbats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Algumas tradições chamam também de Esbbat rituais realizados nas demais fases da Lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vale alertar que não há espaço em nenhuma tradição que esteja inserida no neopaganismo para o conceito de "Mal Absoluto". Caem por terra, dessa feita, as tentativas por parte de outras religiões de ligarem o paganismo, antigo ou moderno, a entidades como do Diabo da mitologia cristã. Os pagãos não só não seguem essas entidades, como também não acreditam na existência de tais entidades.O Wiccan Rede (Conselho Wiccano) é um poema que apresenta diverso aspectos da religião &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Neopaganismo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neopaganismo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;neopagã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Wicca" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wicca"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wicca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Rede" é uma palavra do Inglês medieval significando conselho, admoestação e é normalmente utilizado nesse formato, sem tradução, pelos wiccanianos lusófonos.&lt;br /&gt;O Poema original é atribuído a Doreen Valiente e constaria do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Livro das Sombras" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Livro_das_Sombras"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Livro das Sombras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Tradição Gardneriana" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tradi%C3%A7%C3%A3o_Gardneriana"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tradição Gardneriana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Existem, em inglês, diversas versões adaptadas, expandidas, alteradas de acordo com as necessidades dos interpoladores e adeptos dificultando a identificação de uma versão original. Todas as versões, no entanto, mantém traços comuns.&lt;br /&gt;Em resumo esta é a Wiccan Rede:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oito Palavras Tem a Wiccan Rede. Sem Ninguém Prejudicar Faça O Que Tu Quiseres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;."Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill, An it harm none do what ye will"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A Lei Tríplice, comumente usada na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Wicca" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wicca"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wicca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, é a única lei desta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Religião" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Religi%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;religião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, que dita: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Tudo o que fizeres voltará em triplo, para ti",&lt;/span&gt; sendo aplicada tanto na própria execução da mesma, quanto nos aspectos gerais da vida. Normalmente, o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Bruxo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bruxo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bruxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; praticante da wicca usa esta regra no dia-a-dia, associando-a a um meio de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alguns aspectos interessantes sobre os wiccans, que, penso eu, serve para ver que não são uns "adoradores do diabo, da magia negra e do mal em geral" como normalmente se pensa, erradamente. Pelo contrário, há uma crença no poder de cada um para controlar a sua vida, e no poder que a natureza possui também. Há também uma grande preocupação com a igualdade entre sexos. Acima de tudo, segundo esta "doutrina", tudo depende da capcidade que cada um possui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-4359471293382896920?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4359471293382896920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=4359471293382896920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/4359471293382896920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RuR5zxrJ13I/AAAAAAAAAEE/edD5a5x8Ku0/s1600-h/skying.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RuR5zxrJ13I/AAAAAAAAAEE/edD5a5x8Ku0/s400/skying.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108341807759611762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie and say that it's okay&lt;br /&gt;It's alright yeah, there's nothing more to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm running away, I'm leaving this place&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm running away, I'm running away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I'm the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;It's too late for you to make me stay&lt;br /&gt;No, I won't stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm running away, I'm leaving this place&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm running away, I'm running away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faster than you can follow me from this lonely place&lt;br /&gt;Farther than you can find me I'm leaving, yeah I'meaving today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you find me&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you behind with the past, no I won't look back&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna hear your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear you tell me why I should stay&lt;br /&gt;And try, try to understand me&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand what I say when I say I can't stay&lt;br /&gt;and I, I'm moving on from this place&lt;br /&gt;leaving and I won't when i'm running away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running away, I'm leaving this place&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm running away, I'm running away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Midnight hour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-9221166048704491078?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9221166048704491078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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/&gt;Change as fast as birds can fly&lt;br /&gt;But now I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Lasts Forever&lt;br /&gt;Nothing we do can hold all this together&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Lasts Forever&lt;br /&gt;But it's so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember carefree days&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in the ocean waves&lt;br /&gt;The future was an open space&lt;br /&gt;When we were young&lt;br /&gt;We never thought our lives would change&lt;br /&gt;Now they seem a world away&lt;br /&gt;Youth is lost on youth they say&lt;br /&gt;And now I've learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Lasts Forever&lt;br /&gt;Nothing we do can hold all this together&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Lasts Forever&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Lasts Forever&lt;br /&gt;But it's so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to all we had, don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, Hold on, Don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Lasts Forever&lt;br /&gt;Nothing we do can hold all this together&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Lasts Forever&lt;br /&gt;But it's so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Midnight hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-3905166398398942954?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3905166398398942954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=3905166398398942954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/3905166398398942954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/3905166398398942954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/nothing-lasts-forever.html' title='Nothing lasts forever'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RuR4-RrJ12I/AAAAAAAAAD8/tHM1XiDoGhE/s72-c/heart+fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-5511926414150327019</id><published>2007-09-07T00:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:40:32.399+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not ready to make nice...Dixie chicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RuCNxxrJ11I/AAAAAAAAADw/9ZXlOlZnB9Q/s1600-h/road.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RuCNxxrJ11I/AAAAAAAAADw/9ZXlOlZnB9Q/s320/road.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107237863725586258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Forgive, sounds good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forget, I’m not sure I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They say time heals everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I’m still waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m through with doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There’s nothing left for me to figure out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ve paid a price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I’ll keep paying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m not ready to make nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m not ready to back down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m still mad as hell and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t have time to go round and round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s too late to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I probably wouldn’t if I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘Cause I’m mad as hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can’t you just get over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It turned my whole world around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I kind of like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I made my bed and I sleep like a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With no regrets and I don’t mind sayin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And how in the world can the words that I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Send somebody so over the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That they’d write me a letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sayin’ that I better shut up and sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or my life will be over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m not ready to make nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m not ready to back down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m still mad as hell and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t have time to go round and round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s too late to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I probably wouldn’t if I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘Cause I’m mad as hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m not ready to make nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m not ready to back down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m still mad as hell and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t have time to go round and round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s too late to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I probably wouldn’t if I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘Cause I’m mad as hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forgive, sounds good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forget, I’m not sure I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They say time heals everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I’m still waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great lyrics...exactly what i wished i had written...exactly what i wanted to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-5511926414150327019?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5511926414150327019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=5511926414150327019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/5511926414150327019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/5511926414150327019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/not-ready-to-make-nicedixie-chicks_07.html' title='Not ready to make nice...Dixie chicks'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RuCNxxrJ11I/AAAAAAAAADw/9ZXlOlZnB9Q/s72-c/road.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-2248519789162730819</id><published>2007-07-14T20:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T21:03:00.559+01:00</updated><title type='text'>EU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/Rpkr1jagZxI/AAAAAAAAADo/hFQuGJjhunQ/s1600-h/IMG_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/Rpkr1jagZxI/AAAAAAAAADo/hFQuGJjhunQ/s320/IMG_0223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087145453131163410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Até agora eu não me conhecia.&lt;br /&gt;Julgava que era Eu e eu não era&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que em meus versos descrevera&lt;br /&gt;Tão clara como a fonte e como o dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas que eu não era eu não o sabia&lt;br /&gt;E, mesmo que o soubesse, não o dissera...&lt;br /&gt;Olhos fitos em rútila quimera&lt;br /&gt;Andava atrás de mim... e não me via!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andava a procurar-me - pobre louca! -&lt;br /&gt;E achei o meu olhar no teu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;E a minha boca sobre a tua boca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esta ânsia de viver, que nada acalma,&lt;br /&gt;É a chama da tua alma a esbrasear&lt;br /&gt;As apagadas cinzas da minha alma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-2248519789162730819?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2248519789162730819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=2248519789162730819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/2248519789162730819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/2248519789162730819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/eu.html' title='EU'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/Rpkr1jagZxI/AAAAAAAAADo/hFQuGJjhunQ/s72-c/IMG_0223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-7232462537235817625</id><published>2007-07-09T23:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:49:09.459+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Nation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RpK7GoRO53I/AAAAAAAAADg/W9HDrymjMSo/s1600-h/hand+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RpK7GoRO53I/AAAAAAAAADg/W9HDrymjMSo/s320/hand+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085332651818018674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laudate omnes gentes laudate&lt;br /&gt;Magnificat en secula&lt;br /&gt;Et anima mea laudate&lt;br /&gt;Magnificat en secuala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy nation living in a happy nation&lt;br /&gt;Where people understand&lt;br /&gt;And dream of the perfect man&lt;br /&gt;A situation leading to sweet salvation&lt;br /&gt;For the people for the good&lt;br /&gt;For mankind brotherhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were traveling in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas by man and only that will last&lt;br /&gt;And over time we've turned to the past&lt;br /&gt;That no man's fit to rule the world alone&lt;br /&gt;A man will die but not his ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy nation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were traveling in time&lt;br /&gt;Traveling in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell them weve gone too far&lt;br /&gt;Tell them weve gone too far&lt;br /&gt;Happy nation come through&lt;br /&gt;And I will dance with you&lt;br /&gt;Happy nation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy nation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Ace of Base&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-7232462537235817625?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7232462537235817625/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=7232462537235817625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/7232462537235817625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/7232462537235817625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-nation.html' title='Happy Nation...'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RpK7GoRO53I/AAAAAAAAADg/W9HDrymjMSo/s72-c/hand+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-3870040127977901501</id><published>2007-06-08T23:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:28:15.919+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All the love in the world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RmnXp63vSqI/AAAAAAAAADY/dyAcmydLHx8/s1600-h/t-shirt.3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RmnXp63vSqI/AAAAAAAAADY/dyAcmydLHx8/s320/t-shirt.3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073823570387225250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm not looking for someone to talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've got my friend, I'm more than O.K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've got more than a girl could wish for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I live my dreams but it's not all they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still I believe (I'm missing) I'm missing something real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need someone who really sees me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Don't wanna wake...) Don't wanna wake up alone anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Still believing you'll walk through my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All I need is to know it's for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then I'll give... all the love in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've often wondered if love's an illusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just to get you through the loneliest days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't criticize it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have no hestitaion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My imagination just stole me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Still...) Still I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I'm missing) I'm missing something real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need someone who really sees me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Don't wanna wake...) Don't wanna wake up alone anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Still believing you'll walk through my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All I need is to know it's for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then I'll give... all the love in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love's for a lifetime not for a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So how could I throw it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah I'm only human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And nights grow colder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With no-one to love me that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah I need someone who really sees me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Don't wanna wake...) And i won't wake up alone anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Still believing you'll walk through my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You'll reach for me and I'll know it's for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then I'll give all the love in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Don't wanna wake up alone anymore...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-3870040127977901501?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3870040127977901501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=3870040127977901501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/3870040127977901501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/3870040127977901501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-love-in-world.html' title='All the love in the world...'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RmnXp63vSqI/AAAAAAAAADY/dyAcmydLHx8/s72-c/t-shirt.3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-992527164614330479</id><published>2007-06-01T21:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T22:09:51.215+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Time Enough For Tears"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RmCJvUDdJeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/S54KZytsTy0/s1600-h/IMG_1062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RmCJvUDdJeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/S54KZytsTy0/s320/IMG_1062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071204626349237730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouvi esta musica e adorei...letra linda mm...the corrs claro...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's read the trees and their Autumn leaves,&lt;br /&gt;As they fall like a dress undone&lt;br /&gt;At the end of Summers, love will find lovers&lt;br /&gt;Who need the shadows of a winter sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you're leaving we can hide in the evening&lt;br /&gt;It's getting darker than it should&lt;br /&gt;If we read the leaves as they blow in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Would it stop us now, my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time enough for hard questions&lt;br /&gt;Time enough for all our fears&lt;br /&gt;Time is tougher than we both know yet,&lt;br /&gt;Time enough for tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon is milk and the sky where it's split&lt;br /&gt;Is magic, and we all need to believe, that we can&lt;br /&gt;Wake up in the dream, it's not as hard as it seems&lt;br /&gt;You know its harder to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time enough for being braver&lt;br /&gt;Time enough for all the fears&lt;br /&gt;Time is tougher than we both know yet&lt;br /&gt;Time enough for tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you say underneath your breaths some&lt;br /&gt;kind of prayers I heard&lt;br /&gt;You say underneath your breath that you never&lt;br /&gt;wanted, to feel this way about anybody else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time enough for hard questions&lt;br /&gt;Time enough for all our fears&lt;br /&gt;Time is tougher than we both know yet&lt;br /&gt;Time enough for tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time enough for being braver&lt;br /&gt;Time enough I love this time of year,&lt;br /&gt;Time is tough, its running away from us,&lt;br /&gt;Time enough for tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time enough for tears&lt;br /&gt;Time enough for tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-992527164614330479?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/992527164614330479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-5395289230859337725</id><published>2007-05-29T22:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:53:18.708+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Céline Dion - My Heart Will Go On (Live with Andrea Corr)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/urb4y-ZMvdc' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/urb4y-ZMvdc'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-5395289230859337725?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5395289230859337725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=5395289230859337725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/5395289230859337725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/5395289230859337725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/cline-dion-my-heart-will-go-on-live.html' title='Céline Dion - My Heart Will Go On (Live with Andrea Corr)'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-8565001679215915921</id><published>2007-05-29T21:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T21:15:03.865+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Corrs - Little Wing, BBC Radio 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/jMpEVzrRbe8' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/jMpEVzrRbe8'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Little Wing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's walking through the clouds&lt;br /&gt;With a circus mind&lt;br /&gt;That's running wild&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies and zebras&lt;br /&gt;And moonbeams and fairytales&lt;br /&gt;All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm sad she comes to me&lt;br /&gt;With a thousand smiles&lt;br /&gt;She gives to me, free&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, it's alright' she says&lt;br /&gt;Take anything you want from me&lt;br /&gt;Anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's walking through the clouds&lt;br /&gt;With a circus mind&lt;br /&gt;That's running wild&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies and zebras&lt;br /&gt;And moonbeams and fairytales&lt;br /&gt;All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm sad she comes to me&lt;br /&gt;With a thousand smiles&lt;br /&gt;She gives to me free&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, it's alright' she says&lt;br /&gt;Take anything you want from me&lt;br /&gt;Anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly Little Wing... Yeah, Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Guitar solo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly Little Wing...&lt;br /&gt;I want her to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fade out]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-8565001679215915921?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8565001679215915921/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=8565001679215915921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/8565001679215915921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/8565001679215915921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/corrs-little-wing-bbc-radio-2.html' title='The Corrs - Little Wing, BBC Radio 2'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-3760218361557835797</id><published>2007-05-29T21:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T21:05:05.115+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyHS0DdJdI/AAAAAAAAADI/WDM6XhxvMJM/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyHS0DdJdI/AAAAAAAAADI/WDM6XhxvMJM/s400/Una+noche.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070076037792867794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-3760218361557835797?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3760218361557835797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=3760218361557835797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/3760218361557835797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/3760218361557835797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyHS0DdJdI/AAAAAAAAADI/WDM6XhxvMJM/s72-c/Una+noche.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-7090011126025182072</id><published>2007-05-29T20:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T20:59:37.341+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Intimacy by The corrs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; Last night before you fell asleep &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; You whispered something to me &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; Was it just a dream &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; I'm gonna listen to you close &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; Coz your goodnight kiss &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; Felt like a ghost &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; What are you trying to say to me &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; What are you trying to say &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; Everybody's searching for intimacy &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; Ooh ooh ooh ooh &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; Everybody's hurting for intimacy &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; Ooh ooh ooh ooh &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; We come into this world alone &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; From the heart of darkness &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; The infinite unknown &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; We're only here a little while &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; And I feel safe and warm &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; When I see you smile &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; Baby don't move away from me &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; Baby don't pull away &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; (Chorus) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; Remember when you were a child &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; And your momma would hold you in her arms &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; And rock you to sleep &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; Now darling there's just you and I &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; Let's give each other everything baby baby... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; Everybody's searching for intimacy &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; Ooh ooh ooh ooh &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; Everybody's hurting for intimacy &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; Ooh ooh ooh ooh &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RlyFq0DdJcI/AAAAAAAAADA/HzoGX7TMT28/s1600-h/Una+noche.bmp"&gt; Baby come and lay down next to me... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-7090011126025182072?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7090011126025182072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=7090011126025182072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/7090011126025182072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/7090011126025182072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='Intimacy by The corrs'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-7229617271501759363</id><published>2007-05-25T22:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T22:48:25.792+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Following my way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RldW3EDdJbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mwFG71h1iF0/s1600-h/road.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RldW3EDdJbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mwFG71h1iF0/s320/road.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068615409609811378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não longe daqui&lt;br /&gt;Existe um lugar&lt;br /&gt;Que o tempo sussurra a despertar&lt;br /&gt;Todo o vazio dos corações&lt;br /&gt;E o que se perdeu reencontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quem se entregar&lt;br /&gt;Verá a coragem reinar&lt;br /&gt;Que é pra enxergar&lt;br /&gt;Com a nova consciência da humanidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela paz&lt;br /&gt;O coração aberto&lt;br /&gt;Pra aceitar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que é incerto&lt;br /&gt;É a fonte&lt;br /&gt;Divina do universo&lt;br /&gt;Que exala&lt;br /&gt;Toda a forma de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As dimensões&lt;br /&gt;Se encontram aqui&lt;br /&gt;É só deixar tudo existir&lt;br /&gt;Na contemplação&lt;br /&gt;O presente sentir&lt;br /&gt;E com a verdade redimir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a sua imagem&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos a imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Da realidade&lt;br /&gt;De quem observa&lt;br /&gt;Toda a união&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela paz&lt;br /&gt;Um novo milénio&lt;br /&gt;Que desperta&lt;br /&gt;De um sonho mais sereno&lt;br /&gt;É o momento&lt;br /&gt;Em que a terra acorda&lt;br /&gt;Pra mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Que somos parte de um só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra que duvidar&lt;br /&gt;Se todos os sinais&lt;br /&gt;Mostram que a ordem vem do caos&lt;br /&gt;É o tempo no atemporal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nova canção&lt;br /&gt;Vibra em um novo tom&lt;br /&gt;É a realização&lt;br /&gt;Da maturidade&lt;br /&gt;Da nova era&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A busca da paz começou...e os obstáculos transformam-se em areia que ajuda a encontrar o caminho de volta...ou será de partida???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-7229617271501759363?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7229617271501759363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=7229617271501759363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/7229617271501759363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/7229617271501759363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-longe-daqui-existe-um-lugar-que-o.html' title='Following my way...'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RldW3EDdJbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mwFG71h1iF0/s72-c/road.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-6861639124695032872</id><published>2007-05-25T19:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T22:29:28.589+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My delusions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/Rlc5TUDdJaI/AAAAAAAAACw/rLfv-LaNkxU/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/Rlc5TUDdJaI/AAAAAAAAACw/rLfv-LaNkxU/s320/heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068582909592282530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Dancin' where the stars go blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Dancin' where the evening fell &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancin' in your wooden shoes &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a wedding gown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Dancin' out on 7th street &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancin' through the underground &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancin' little marionette &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Are you happy now? &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you're lonely &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you're blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Where do you go when you're lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'll follow you &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the stars go blue, blue..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muito que eu não escrevia aqui algo meu...só tenho postado letras de musicas e axim...mas musicas k m dizem alguma coisa neste momento...enfim...falta de criatividade!!! Hoje decidi escrever qualquer coisita...:P pa ninguem ler lol...ms eu leio...(dah). Agora que comecei não sei o k escrever...isto n e normal! O k k poxo dizer...(escrever)?... Está a xegar a epoca das frekencias(= muito trabalho!) e alem dixo duzias d trabalhos pa fzr...e parece k tda a gente decidiu precisar d mim ao mm tempo...infelizmente o meu dia so tem 24 horas e eu n m poxo dividir a meio logo algumas pexoas vao ficar decepcionadas ms enfim e a vida...eu tb ja m decepcionei c mta gente e olha e a vida! Agora estou numa d pensar em mim...pk eu preciso d tomar um rumo decidir o k fzr, o k sentir, o k dzr...sinto.m cm o (grande) Fernando Pessoa (n m kerendo obviamente comparar ao génio...) parece k tenho varias pessoas dentro d mim...e cada uma delas decidiu sentir e pensar varias coisas diferentes ao mesmo tempo (k confusao...nem eu percebo...) . Estou mais confusa e sem rumo do k alguma vez m imaginei estar...mas nem tudo e mau...neste momento n tnh nd k m faxa "dar o litro"...nem esforxar..nada pelo k lutar...e ixo e um alivio...e sinto k estou mt perto d descobrir o "meu caminho" (s e k ixo existe....cada x duvido +...dixo e d td o resto) poxo afirmar k perdi a minha fe nas pessoas, no mundo, na vida, na magia, no amor...enfim...so espero voltar a encontra-la! No k toca ao amor...basicamente odeio e amo ao mesmo tempo e n sabia k ixo era poxivel (pelo menos nao na vida real)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Odeio a maneira como sorris&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e as piadas k contas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odeio olhar para ti e ver 2 pessoas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e saber k nenhuma delas e o k eu esperava&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;detesto nao saber o k sentir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e saber k ainda sinto pelo menos um pouco &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odeio nao saber o k fazer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e saber k o k estou a fazer nao e certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;mas mesmo axim continuar a faze-lo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apesar d td continuo caminhar em direxao ao "precipicio"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e mesmo sabendo o k m espera&lt;br /&gt;vou dando um paxo atras do outro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e cm s kisexe sentir o k esta la no fundo&lt;br /&gt;sabendo k e o fim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odeio saber k t conhexo cm ngm conhexe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;e pensar d ti o k ngm pensa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gostar do k vejo e&lt;br /&gt;detestar faze.lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;cm um vicio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procuro sempre mais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sei k n sabes o k digo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nem tens culpa do k eu sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;sei k n escolhest isto para mim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas acredita k eu tb n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odeio gostar do modo cm t ris &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesmo knd n tem graxa nenhuma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e odeio os comentarios k fazes sem sentido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e k m fazem gostar + do k vejo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acima d tudo detesto sentir k n sei o k m espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;e n poder fazer nada para mudar ixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;e ao mesmo tempo sei k tu n m esperas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;mas eu sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acabei d escrever isto...e provavelmente vou apagar daki a dias (knd m arrepender d ter postado) mas preciso d escrever para n enloukecer...(s e k ja n enloukeci...).&lt;br /&gt;Hoje paxei o dia c alguem especial(...alguem k m faz sentir esta confusao) e agora k estou sozinha adorei o dia e no entanto ainda estou mais confusa do k o k estava ms eu e k faxo isto a mim propria. o k interexa e k s td correr bem a minha vida vai dar uma volta e eu vou conseguir fazer akilo k preciso d fzr para encontrar alguam paz de espirito...sinto k estou perto...e estou a "correr atras"...apesar d este post n demonstrar ixo...eu estou a lutar e n m estou a deixar abater...estou a deixar para tras o meu pessimismo natural....e a pensar no futuro..no k m espera! e tnh certeza k td vai correr bem k eu estou a fzr td para ixo...e segundo o "segredo"..exa e a chave para o sucesso...pois entao eu estou a procura da minha porta...(e ja a estou a avistar ao longe)...por ixo aki vou eu...e ngm m segura...o k m pertence vai ser meu...mais tarde ou mais cedo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"No silêncio eu te escuto amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;e deixo existir o instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;sei que o meu caminho cruza em nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;em algum lugar distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;como vai ser sem te encontrar?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se eu já parti quando você chegar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a nossa história andará por um fio, por um triz, por ai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o mar nos levou para sempre navegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;sem um porto para ancorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;e separou o que era indivisível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;a metade do que eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;mas eu vou te guardar sempre assim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando eu sinto, sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;que você ficou em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;como o luar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;iluminar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noites escuras para te procurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;no teu segredo esconder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o retrato que eu fiz de você...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o mar nos levou para sempre navegar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem um porto para ancorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;e nos mostrou o que era previsível&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que a gente não notou..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Andar no ar&lt;br /&gt;Parar de pensar&lt;br /&gt;Voar por todos os cantos do céu&lt;br /&gt;Olhar sem ver&lt;br /&gt;Falar sem dizer&lt;br /&gt;E ser somente agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O universo gira em mim&lt;br /&gt;Meu tempo é ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Dou de volta o que eu quis&lt;br /&gt;Só pra ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Mudo regras e sinais&lt;br /&gt;Viro contramão&lt;br /&gt;O que eu fui eu não sou mais&lt;br /&gt;Somos imaginação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que vem se vai&lt;br /&gt;Nada é permanente nem igual&lt;br /&gt;E continua a mudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Quero ir além&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver o bem que está dentro do mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;E aprender a aceitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ando zen&lt;br /&gt;Eu ando ninguém&lt;br /&gt;E deixo as dúvidas soltas no ar&lt;br /&gt;Não sei dizer&lt;br /&gt;Nem quero saber&lt;br /&gt;Nem tento adivinhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Um mergulho em outro mar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fundo da questão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troco tudo de lugar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudo de estação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Eu nasci pra inventar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recriar do nada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprender a caminhar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela margem da estrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;O que vem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o que vai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que fui e o que não sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o que tem &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;que não tem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que a vida me negou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Vejo tudo passar &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo tudo existir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu insisto em chegar e partir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero filmar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Outro filme de mim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num roteiro sem fim&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O universo gira em mim&lt;br /&gt;eu nasci para ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;tudo, tudo o que eu sempre fiz&lt;br /&gt;um mergulho em outro mar&lt;br /&gt;troco tudo de lugar&lt;br /&gt;recriando nada, nada, nada...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e foram estes os meus delírios e desabafos...há muito tempo que não tinha vontade de escrever, mas hoje apteceu.m...mas o resultado não é nada bom...mas e  k da neste momento...até uma próxima fantasma da ópera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;" O caminho tem espinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;mas alguns brotam eu flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;me apresenta ao meu medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;diz que a perda tem seu valor..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By my reflection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-6861639124695032872?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6861639124695032872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=6861639124695032872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/6861639124695032872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/6861639124695032872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/dancin-where-stars-go-blue-dancin-where.html' title='My delusions...'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/Rlc5TUDdJaI/AAAAAAAAACw/rLfv-LaNkxU/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-8587335788281559416</id><published>2007-05-10T09:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T09:26:49.702+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Korn f/t. Amy Lee - Freak On A Leash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/_D59rG47Cl4' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/_D59rG47Cl4'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something takes a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;Something lost and never seen.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I start to believe,&lt;br /&gt;Somethings raped and taken from me... from me.&lt;br /&gt;Lifes got to always be messing with me. (you wanna see the light)&lt;br /&gt;Cant they chill and let me be free? (so do I)&lt;br /&gt;Cant I take away all this pain. (you wanna see the light)&lt;br /&gt;I try to every night, all in vain... in vain.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cannot take this place.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its my life I cant taste.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cannot feel my face.&lt;br /&gt;Youll never see me fall from grace&lt;br /&gt;Something takes a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;You and I were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;A cheap fuck for me to lay&lt;br /&gt;Something takes a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a freak on a leash. (you wanna see the light)&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like I have no release. (so do I)&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I felt diseased? (you wanna see the light)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in my life is free... is free&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cannot take this place.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its my life I cant taste.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cannot feel my face.&lt;br /&gt;Youll never see me fall from grace&lt;br /&gt;Something takes a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;You and I were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;A cheap fuck for me to lay&lt;br /&gt;Something takes a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;Boom na da mmm dum na ema&lt;br /&gt;Da boom na da mmm dum na ema&lt;br /&gt;Da boom na da mmm dum na ema&lt;br /&gt;Da boom na da mmm dum na ema&lt;br /&gt;Da boom na da mmm dum na ema&lt;br /&gt;Da boom na da mmm dum na ema&lt;br /&gt;Da boom na da mmm dum na ema&lt;br /&gt;Da boom na da mmm dum na ema&lt;br /&gt;Da boom na da mmm dum na ema&lt;br /&gt;Da boom na da mmm dum na ema&lt;br /&gt;Da boom na da mmm dum na ema&lt;br /&gt;Da boom na da mmm dum na ema&lt;br /&gt;Da boom na da mmm dum na ema&lt;br /&gt;Go!&lt;br /&gt;So...fight! something on the...&lt;br /&gt;Fight...some things they fight&lt;br /&gt;So...something on the...&lt;br /&gt;Fight...some things they fight&lt;br /&gt;Fight...something of the&lt;br /&gt;No...some things they fight&lt;br /&gt;Fight...something of the...&lt;br /&gt;Fight...some things they fight&lt;br /&gt;Something takes a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;You and I were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;A cheap fuck for me to lay&lt;br /&gt;Something takes a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;Part of me...&lt;br /&gt;Part of me...&lt;br /&gt;Part of me...&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-8587335788281559416?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8587335788281559416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=8587335788281559416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/8587335788281559416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/8587335788281559416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/korn-ft-amy-lee-freak-on-leash.html' title='Korn f/t. Amy Lee - Freak On A Leash'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-6795276931701896445</id><published>2007-05-10T09:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T09:26:30.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Within Temptation - What Have You Done (feat. Keith Caputo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/gEgXDhiayz4' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/gEgXDhiayz4'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you mind if I hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;Understand that I need to&lt;br /&gt;Wished we both had all the choices&lt;br /&gt;That your heart may no longer know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'd better stop trying&lt;br /&gt;You know that there's no denying&lt;br /&gt;I won't show mercy on you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should stop believing&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's no retrieving&lt;br /&gt;It's over now&lt;br /&gt;What have you done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I've been waiting for someone like you&lt;br /&gt;But now you are slipping away&lt;br /&gt;What have you done now&lt;br /&gt;Why, Why does fate make us suffer&lt;br /&gt;There's a curse between us&lt;br /&gt;Between me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done x4&lt;br /&gt;What have you done now&lt;br /&gt;What have you done x4&lt;br /&gt;What have you done now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you mind if I killed you&lt;br /&gt;Would you mind if I tried to&lt;br /&gt;Cause you have turned into my worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;You carry hate that I feel&lt;br /&gt;It's over now&lt;br /&gt;What have you done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I've been waiting for someone like you&lt;br /&gt;But now you are slipping away&lt;br /&gt;What have you done now&lt;br /&gt;Why, Why does fate make us suffer&lt;br /&gt;There's a curse between us&lt;br /&gt;Between me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done x4&lt;br /&gt;What have you done now&lt;br /&gt;What have you done x4&lt;br /&gt;What have you done now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not fall&lt;br /&gt;Won't let it go&lt;br /&gt;We will be free&lt;br /&gt;When it ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I've been waiting for someone like you&lt;br /&gt;But now you are slipping away&lt;br /&gt;What have you done now&lt;br /&gt;Why, Why does fate make us suffer&lt;br /&gt;There's a curse between us&lt;br /&gt;Between me and you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-6795276931701896445?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6795276931701896445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=6795276931701896445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/6795276931701896445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/6795276931701896445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/within-temptation-what-have-you-done.html' title='Within Temptation - What Have You Done (feat. Keith Caputo)'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-4142408221457931060</id><published>2007-05-09T22:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T23:06:51.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace Kelly...Mika</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Do I attract you?&lt;br /&gt;Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?&lt;br /&gt;Am I too dirty?&lt;br /&gt;Am I too flirty?&lt;br /&gt;Do I like what you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be wholesome&lt;br /&gt;I could be loathsome&lt;br /&gt;I guess Im a little bit shy&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me without making me try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be like Grace Kelly&lt;br /&gt;But all her looks were too sad&lt;br /&gt;So I try a little Freddie&lt;br /&gt;Ive gone identity mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you walk out the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I help it&lt;br /&gt;How can I help it&lt;br /&gt;How can I help what you think?&lt;br /&gt;Hello my baby&lt;br /&gt;Hello my baby&lt;br /&gt;Putting my life on the brink&lt;br /&gt;Why dont yo like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.05em;"&gt;[ these lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com/lyric/131207/Mika+-+Grace+Kelly.html ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Should I bend over?&lt;br /&gt;Should I look older just to be put on the shelf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be like Grace Kelly&lt;br /&gt;But all her looks were too sad&lt;br /&gt;So I try a little Freddie&lt;br /&gt;Ive gone identity mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you walk out the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you want to satisfy yourself&lt;br /&gt;But you only want what everybody else says you should want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be brown&lt;br /&gt;I could be blue&lt;br /&gt;I could be violet sky&lt;br /&gt;I could be hurtful&lt;br /&gt;I could be purple&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything you like&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be green&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be mean&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be everything more&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you like me?&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you walk out the door!&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-4142408221457931060?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4142408221457931060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=4142408221457931060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/4142408221457931060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/4142408221457931060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/grace-kellymika.html' title='Grace Kelly...Mika'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-1141595228311521251</id><published>2007-04-26T00:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T00:09:45.058+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meiji &amp; me...;)*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/Ri_e3MjEyFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ISyY_9AaMFY/s1600-h/Me+%26+M%C3%A9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/Ri_e3MjEyFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ISyY_9AaMFY/s320/Me+%26+M%C3%A9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057505946402867282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Como as folhas com o vento&lt;br /&gt;até onde vai dar o firmamento&lt;br /&gt;toda hora enquanto é tempo&lt;br /&gt;vivo aqui este momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje aqui amanhã não se sabe&lt;br /&gt;vivo agora antes que o dia acabe&lt;br /&gt;este instante nunca é tarde&lt;br /&gt;mal começou eu já estou com saudades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me abraça, me aceita&lt;br /&gt;me aceita assim meu amor&lt;br /&gt;me abraça, me beija&lt;br /&gt;me aceita assim como eu sou&lt;br /&gt;e deixa ser o que for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como as ondas com a maré&lt;br /&gt;até onde não vai dar mais pé&lt;br /&gt;este instante tal qual é&lt;br /&gt;vivo aqui e seja o que Deus quiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje aqui não importa pra onde vamos&lt;br /&gt;vivo agora não tenho outros planos&lt;br /&gt;e é tão fácil viver sonhando&lt;br /&gt;enquanto isso a vida vai passando"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Para uma menina especial que merece td d bom (e + um pouco...) e d kem eu tnh mts mts mts saudades...apesar da distancia os sentimentos mantem-se...a amizade perdura sempre...!adoro-te muito...! e ja sabes..."O sol brilha sempre...mesmo por detras de uma carrada de nuvens...!" :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-1141595228311521251?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1141595228311521251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=1141595228311521251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-6838995972581163899</id><published>2007-04-25T23:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T00:02:53.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Humdrum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/Ri_TwcjEyEI/AAAAAAAAACI/tIQBQ5Ug2LY/s1600-h/37566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/Ri_TwcjEyEI/AAAAAAAAACI/tIQBQ5Ug2LY/s320/37566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057493735810844738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Corrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt; Hey you're too true to be good&lt;br /&gt;And I'm to bad to pretend&lt;br /&gt;Transparent and transfixed, I'm uncool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart beat you're looking at me&lt;br /&gt;Must stop I'm letting you see&lt;br /&gt;This isn't how I want it to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have vision like no other&lt;br /&gt;So romantic you'll discover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take you for granted&lt;br /&gt;Drift while you're talking&lt;br /&gt;Bathe while you're downstairs&lt;br /&gt;And chat on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall sleep before bedtime&lt;br /&gt;Pass in the hallway&lt;br /&gt;Forget your birthday&lt;br /&gt;And shrink all your clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wanna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is every girl's dream&lt;br /&gt;No milk left for your tea&lt;br /&gt;Baby's crying louder than me&lt;br /&gt;Who lost the keys of your car&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that would be me&lt;br /&gt;I'd wake up only I'm not asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have vision like another&lt;br /&gt;So romantic you'll discover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take you for granted&lt;br /&gt;Drift while you're talking&lt;br /&gt;Bathe while you're downstairs&lt;br /&gt;And chat on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall sleep before bedtime&lt;br /&gt;Pass in the hallway&lt;br /&gt;Forget your birthday&lt;br /&gt;And shrink all your clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wanna)&lt;br /&gt;(I wanna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have daydreams of another&lt;br /&gt;So romantic you'll discover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take you for granted&lt;br /&gt;Drift while you're talking&lt;br /&gt;Bathe while you're downstairs&lt;br /&gt;And chat on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall sleep before bedtime&lt;br /&gt;Pass in the hallway&lt;br /&gt;Forget your birthday&lt;br /&gt;And shrink all your clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you for granted&lt;br /&gt;Drift while you're talking&lt;br /&gt;Bathe while you're downstairs&lt;br /&gt;And chat on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall sleep before bedtime&lt;br /&gt;Pass in the hallway&lt;br /&gt;Forget your birthday&lt;br /&gt;And shrink all your clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wanna)&lt;br /&gt;(I wanna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt; Did I say that out loud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-6838995972581163899?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6838995972581163899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=6838995972581163899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/6838995972581163899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/6838995972581163899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/humdrum.html' title='Humdrum'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/Ri_TwcjEyEI/AAAAAAAAACI/tIQBQ5Ug2LY/s72-c/37566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-2637035506044006392</id><published>2007-04-25T22:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T00:02:30.498+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt before_The Corrs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt; She's a girl in a world, she's moving as fast as she goes&lt;br /&gt;Loves her mum and her dad, the only secure that she knows&lt;br /&gt;But at night, she's alone, she's dreaming of somebody new&lt;br /&gt;Her someone for to hold, she's praying the dream will come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way - show me, show me how&lt;br /&gt;Help me be brave - for love&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way - show me, tell me how&lt;br /&gt;What do you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a pain in her heart, she's trying so hard to unwind&lt;br /&gt;Makes her cry in the night, when visions so real make her blind&lt;br /&gt;Wants to break through the the fear&lt;br /&gt;Erasing the scars from within&lt;br /&gt;Start a new kind of being - she's down and she's praying again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way - show me, show me how&lt;br /&gt;Help me be brave - for love&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way - show me, tell me how&lt;br /&gt;What do you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see she's -&lt;br /&gt;Turning the key, unlocking the door&lt;br /&gt;Embracing the rollercoaster world&lt;br /&gt;Stepping outside, with body and soul&lt;br /&gt;Taking whatever future holds&lt;br /&gt;Turning the key, unlocking the door&lt;br /&gt;Embracing the rollercoaster world&lt;br /&gt;Take it in stride, you're just twenty-five&lt;br /&gt;And you know we've all been hurt before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Violin solo]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see she's -&lt;br /&gt;Turning the key, unlocking the door&lt;br /&gt;Embracing the rollercoaster world&lt;br /&gt;Stepping outside, with body and soul&lt;br /&gt;Taking whatever future holds&lt;br /&gt;Turning the key, unlocking the door&lt;br /&gt;Embracing the rollercoaster world&lt;br /&gt;Take it in stride, you're just twenty-five&lt;br /&gt;And you know we've all been hurt before&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we've all been hurt before&lt;br /&gt;So you're not alone..., no...&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm getting there, i'm feeling free i know there's a road ahead that's waiting for me...and i'm almost finding the way just wait and you'll see...I'm on my way to a better place...!" by my reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-2637035506044006392?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2637035506044006392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=2637035506044006392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/2637035506044006392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/2637035506044006392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/hurt-beforethe-corrs.html' title='Hurt before_The Corrs'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-4471336419944965603</id><published>2007-02-25T23:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:37:18.246Z</updated><title type='text'>Unsolved misteries...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/ReIdi-hE9YI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Mwy7mxDM2S8/s1600-h/feliz.dia.dos.namorados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/ReIdi-hE9YI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Mwy7mxDM2S8/s320/feliz.dia.dos.namorados.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035619820088128898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;   Am I dreaming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Or Stupid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I think i've been hit by cupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;No one needs to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I met a tall, dark and handsome man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And I've been busy making big plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;No one needs to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I got my heart set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;My feet wet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But he don't even know it yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;No one needs to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I'll tell him someday, someway, somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But I'm gonna keep it a secret for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I want bells to ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The choir to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A white dress that gets to keep the kinda hold on thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But no one needs to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I'll tell him, someday, someway, someway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But I'm gonna keep it a secret for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Gonna have a little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A little boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A little engy we call Leroy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But no one needs to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And I'm not lo-ohnly anymore at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And he don't kno-oh-only he can make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And I'm not lo-ohnly anymore at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And he don't kno-oh-only he can make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Am I dreaming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Or Stupid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But boy have I been hit by cupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;No one needs to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;No one needs to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;No one needs to know right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-4471336419944965603?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4471336419944965603/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=4471336419944965603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/4471336419944965603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/4471336419944965603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/unsolved-misteries.html' title='Unsolved misteries...'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/ReIdi-hE9YI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Mwy7mxDM2S8/s72-c/feliz.dia.dos.namorados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-8351850618249394372</id><published>2007-02-22T16:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-02-22T16:22:14.563Z</updated><title type='text'>The Corrs - What can I do Live Unplugged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ESpPSFhL9nA' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ESpPSFhL9nA'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't slept at all in days&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since we've talked&lt;br /&gt;And I have been here many times&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what I'm doing wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you care&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to make you feel this&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to get you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only so much I can take&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;And who knows I might feel better&lt;br /&gt;If I don't try and I don't hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you care&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to make you feel this&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to get you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more waiting, No more aching&lt;br /&gt;No more fighting, No more trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's nothing more to say&lt;br /&gt;And in a funny way I'm calm&lt;br /&gt;Because the power is not mine&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna let it fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you care&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to make you feel this&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to get you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love...me...&lt;br /&gt;Love...me...&lt;br /&gt;Love...me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-8351850618249394372?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8351850618249394372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=8351850618249394372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/8351850618249394372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/8351850618249394372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/corrs-what-can-i-do-live-unplugged.html' title='The Corrs - What can I do Live Unplugged'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-3124276243975848612</id><published>2007-02-22T12:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-02-22T12:34:10.413Z</updated><title type='text'>Phantom of the Opera--Nightwish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/2DIwvYLKEQ4' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/2DIwvYLKEQ4'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Banda sonora de ums dos filmes mais bonitos k ja vi..e klaro...performance de Nightwish...qualidade inegavel..lol...:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-3124276243975848612?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3124276243975848612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=3124276243975848612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/3124276243975848612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/Rd2MH-hE9XI/AAAAAAAAABs/l1OdBmqAhqA/s320/UGZ8WT887256-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034334027138790770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I see a home in a quiet place&lt;br /&gt;I see myself in a strong embrace&lt;br /&gt;And I feel protection from the human race&lt;br /&gt;It's not parental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a fantasy, not a reality&lt;br /&gt;And it's no good, no, no good for me, you have no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm walking through the clouds&lt;br /&gt;When you're looking at me&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like a child&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerability&lt;br /&gt;I am shaking like a leaf if you move beside me&lt;br /&gt;And you're all that I see&lt;br /&gt;But it's no good for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a home You have a home, in a quiet place&lt;br /&gt;And someone else feels your strong embrace&lt;br /&gt;She is protected and she needs no chase&lt;br /&gt;And do you love her???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a mystery, you are the heart of intrigue&lt;br /&gt;You're no good no no good for me&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm walking through the clouds&lt;br /&gt;When you're looking at me&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like a child&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerability&lt;br /&gt;I am shaking like a leaf if you move beside me&lt;br /&gt;And you're all that I see&lt;br /&gt;But it's no good for me&lt;br /&gt;No it's no good for me, no good for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a make-believe, you have no idea&lt;br /&gt;That I'm walking through the clouds&lt;br /&gt;When you're looking at me&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like a child&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerability&lt;br /&gt;I am shaking like a leaf if you move close to me&lt;br /&gt;And you're all that I see&lt;br /&gt;But it's no good for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the clouds&lt;br /&gt;When you're looking at me&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like a child&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerability&lt;br /&gt;I am shaking like a leaf if you move beside to me&lt;br /&gt;And you're all that I see&lt;br /&gt;But it's no good for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-6815909209491683781?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6815909209491683781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=6815909209491683781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/6815909209491683781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/6815909209491683781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-good-for-me.html' title='No Good for me'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/Rd2MH-hE9XI/AAAAAAAAABs/l1OdBmqAhqA/s72-c/UGZ8WT887256-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-3658098140119896477</id><published>2007-02-20T22:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-20T23:03:25.548Z</updated><title type='text'>Se vale a pena...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/Rdt7c-hE9WI/AAAAAAAAABc/3EQGonlsF-Y/s1600-h/GJYI76730773-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/Rdt7c-hE9WI/AAAAAAAAABc/3EQGonlsF-Y/s320/GJYI76730773-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033752746264950114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Se vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;Não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Se vale a pena esperar-te!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Se vale a pena querer-te!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Se vale a pena amar-te!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Se vale a pena odiar-te!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei&lt;br /&gt;Só sei&lt;br /&gt;Que te espero.&lt;br /&gt;Que te quero.&lt;br /&gt;Que te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não te odeio.&lt;br /&gt;Se vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;Não sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by ginas785&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-3658098140119896477?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3658098140119896477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=3658098140119896477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/3658098140119896477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/3658098140119896477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/se-vale-pena.html' title='Se vale a pena...'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/Rdt7c-hE9WI/AAAAAAAAABc/3EQGonlsF-Y/s72-c/GJYI76730773-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-1731872906229227081</id><published>2007-02-15T21:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-02-15T21:34:23.264Z</updated><title type='text'>Avril Lavigne - Tomorrow (live in dublin)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/CziL5v-ki_Y' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/CziL5v-ki_Y'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"i don't know how i feel...tomorrow..it is a different day..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-1731872906229227081?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1731872906229227081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=1731872906229227081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/1731872906229227081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/1731872906229227081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/avril-lavigne-tomorrow-live-in-dublin.html' title='Avril Lavigne - Tomorrow (live in dublin)'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-6053273178145570597</id><published>2007-02-15T19:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-02-16T13:47:23.261Z</updated><title type='text'>Katie Melua _Closest Thing to Crazy</title><content type='html'>How can I think I'm standing strong,&lt;br /&gt;Yet feel the air beneath my feet?&lt;br /&gt;How can happiness feel so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;How can misery feel so sweet?&lt;br /&gt;How can you let me watch you sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Then break my dreams the way you do?&lt;br /&gt;How can I have got in so deep?&lt;br /&gt;Why did I fall in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been&lt;br /&gt;Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,&lt;br /&gt;This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,&lt;br /&gt;I was never crazy on my own…&lt;br /&gt;And now I know that there's a link between the two,&lt;br /&gt;Being close to craziness and being close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you make me fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Then break my fall with loving lies?&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to break a heart;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to close your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;How can you treat me like a child&lt;br /&gt;Yet like a child I yearn for you?&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone feel so wild?&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone feel so blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and being close to you&lt;br /&gt;...and being close to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-6053273178145570597?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6053273178145570597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=6053273178145570597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/6053273178145570597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/6053273178145570597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/katie-melua-closest-thing-to-crazy.html' title='Katie Melua _Closest Thing to Crazy'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-4199997662720493955</id><published>2007-02-06T23:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-02-06T23:21:21.673Z</updated><title type='text'>Alanis Morissette - 1999 - I Would Be Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/pMFmSIgPUoE' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/pMFmSIgPUoE'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes i would be good...oh i wish that it was all true...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-4199997662720493955?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4199997662720493955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=4199997662720493955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/4199997662720493955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/4199997662720493955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/alanis-morissette-1999-i-would-be-good.html' title='Alanis Morissette - 1999 - I Would Be Good'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-1608991490728202527</id><published>2007-02-05T17:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-02-05T17:08:34.967Z</updated><title type='text'>Evanescence in Before The Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/OEcypQNmNm0' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/OEcypQNmNm0'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meet me after dark again and I'll hold you&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing more than to see you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away&lt;br /&gt;We'll be lost before the dawn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only night could hold you where I can see you, my love&lt;br /&gt;Then let me never ever wake again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away&lt;br /&gt;We'll be lost before the dawn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I know that we can't wake again from this dream&lt;br /&gt;It's not real, but it's ours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away&lt;br /&gt;We'll be lost before the dawn &lt;br /&gt;Maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away&lt;br /&gt;We'll be lost before the dawn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chanting]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Music Fades Out] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe someday we'll fly so far away...so we'll never be found again..." by my reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-1608991490728202527?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1608991490728202527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=1608991490728202527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/1608991490728202527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/1608991490728202527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/evanescence-in-before-dawn.html' title='Evanescence in Before The Dawn'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-2276957338155970505</id><published>2007-02-04T23:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:35:13.849Z</updated><title type='text'>Lithium (Acoustic)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/5TVu-i_H7X4' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/5TVu-i_H7X4'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Evanescence no seu melhor...:D esepero k gostem...:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-2276957338155970505?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2276957338155970505/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=2276957338155970505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/2276957338155970505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/2276957338155970505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/lithium-acoustic.html' title='Lithium (Acoustic)'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-4227436175180776684</id><published>2007-02-04T22:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:33:17.137Z</updated><title type='text'>Guns N' Roses - Knocking On Heaven's Door (Freddie Merc)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/NLOJpImH2UY' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/NLOJpImH2UY'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-4227436175180776684?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4227436175180776684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=4227436175180776684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/4227436175180776684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/4227436175180776684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/guns-n-roses-knocking-on-heaven-door.html' title='Guns N&amp;#39; Roses - Knocking On Heaven&amp;#39;s Door (Freddie Merc)'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-6698292946742403108</id><published>2007-01-31T01:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T01:14:16.504Z</updated><title type='text'>Not about love by Fiona Apple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/Rb_pU3HNVDI/AAAAAAAAABI/orAsw7tzShM/s1600-h/ahh_love_cold_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025992253769602098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/Rb_pU3HNVDI/AAAAAAAAABI/orAsw7tzShM/s320/ahh_love_cold_love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=krTE0AJkqj4"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=krTE0AJkqj4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=krTE0AJkqj4"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The early &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: cars'; self.lm_skeyphrase='cars'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: cars...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='cars'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=cars&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: cars'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/fionaapple/notaboutlove.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=krTE0AJkqj4"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Already are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Drawing deep breaths past my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And last night's phrases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sick with lack of basis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Are still writhing on my floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: it'; self.lm_skeyphrase='it'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: it...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='it'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=it&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: it'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/fionaapple/notaboutlove.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=krTE0AJkqj4"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; doesn't seem fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That your wicked words should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: work'; self.lm_skeyphrase='work'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: work...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='work'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=work&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: work'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/fionaapple/notaboutlove.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=krTE0AJkqj4"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In holding me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No, it doesn't seem right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: information'; self.lm_skeyphrase='information'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: information...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='information'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=information&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: information'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/fionaapple/notaboutlove.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=krTE0AJkqj4"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Given at close range&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For the gag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And the bind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And the ammunition round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Conversation once colored by esteem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Became duologue as a diagram of a play for blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Took a vacation, my palate got clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now I could taste your agenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;While you're spitting your cud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And it doesn't make sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I should fall for the kingcraft of a meritless crown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No, it doesn't seem right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To take information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Given at close range&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For the gag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And the bind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And the ammunition round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is not about love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'Cause I am not in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In fact I can't stop falling out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is not about love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'Cause I am not in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In fact I can't stop falling out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I miss that stupid ache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What is this posture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have to stare at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That's what he said when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm sittin' up straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Change the name of the game 'cause he lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And he knew he was wrong but he knew it too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But I'm not being fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'Cause I chose to listen to that filthy mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But I'd like to choose right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Take all the things that I've said that he stole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Put 'em in a sack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Swing 'em over my shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Turn on my heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Step out of this sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Try to live in a lovelier light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is not about love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'Cause I am not in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In fact I cant stop falling out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is not about love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'Cause I am not in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In fact i cant stop falling out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I miss that stupid ache...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-6698292946742403108?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6698292946742403108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=6698292946742403108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-4445205735342293537</id><published>2007-01-31T00:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T00:52:55.956Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLKAq_hOuk8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLKAq_hOuk8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol....muppets power....k griza...este video enfim..so visto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-4445205735342293537?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4445205735342293537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=4445205735342293537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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a Sharon, a Caroline e a Andrea...The corrs...lindooooo.....=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kz3V7CIPG88"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kz3V7CIPG88&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-931329513951980285?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/931329513951980285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=931329513951980285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/931329513951980285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/931329513951980285'/><link 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src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/Rbaq8XHNVCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vZkgvJV5BBA/s400/Amy+Lee.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RbabynHNVBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FVIzAZQw-ag/s1600-h/Amy+Lee.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear my &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: love'; self.lm_skeyphrase='love'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: love...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='love'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=love&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: love'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/evanescence/anywhere.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, haven't you wanted to be with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And dear my love, haven't you longed to be &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: free'; self.lm_skeyphrase='free'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: free...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='free'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=free&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: free'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/evanescence/anywhere.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't keep pretending that I don't even know you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And at sweet night, you are my own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take my hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're leaving here tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no need to tell anyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They'd only hold us down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So by the morning light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll be half way to anywhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where love is more than just your &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: name'; self.lm_skeyphrase='name'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: name...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='name'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=name&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: name'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/evanescence/anywhere.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have dreamt of a place for you and I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: one'; self.lm_skeyphrase='one'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: one...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='one'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=one&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: one'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/evanescence/anywhere.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; knows who we are there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I want is to give my life only to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've dreamt so long I cannot dream anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's run away, I'll take you there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're leaving here tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no need to tell anyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They'd only hold us down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So by the mornings light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll be half way to anywhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where no one needs a reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forget this life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't look back you're safe now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unlock your heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drop your guard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one's left to stop you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forget this life Come with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't look back you're safe now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unlock your heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drop your guard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one's left to stop you now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Silence]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Fades out]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKF9l3mOMJA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKF9l3mOMJA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There's just some songs that speaks for them selves, there's nothing else i can say, just listen to the silence until he fades away..." by my reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-9036511488597993363?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9036511488597993363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=9036511488597993363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-7398142776425579456</id><published>2007-01-23T23:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T00:40:51.599Z</updated><title type='text'>October by Evanescence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RbaWxnHNVAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RE3ggclqg-Q/s1600-h/evanescence-wallpaper-1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023368213435339778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RbaWxnHNVAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RE3ggclqg-Q/s320/evanescence-wallpaper-1024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; I can't run anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I fall before you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have nothing left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Though I've tried to forget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're all that I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Take me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: home'; self.lm_skeyphrase='home'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: home...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='home'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=home&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: home'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/evanescence/october.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: fighting'; self.lm_skeyphrase='fighting'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: fighting...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='fighting'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=fighting&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: fighting'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/evanescence/october.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: it'; self.lm_skeyphrase='it'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: it...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='it'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=it&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: it'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/evanescence/october.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Broken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lifeless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I give up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're my only strength,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can't go on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(All the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: times'; self.lm_skeyphrase='times'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: times...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='times'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=times&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: times'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/evanescence/october.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; I've tried) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(To walk away from you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only strength,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(I fall into your abounding grace)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only power,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(And love is where I am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can't run anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I give myself to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm sorry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm sorry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In all my bitterness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I ignored,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;All that's real and true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;All I need is you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When night falls on me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll not close my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm too alive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And you're too strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can't lie anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I fall down before you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm sorry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(All the times I've tried) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(To walk away from you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only strength,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(I fall into your abounding grace)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only power,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(And love is where I am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Constantly ignoring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The pain consuming me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But this time it's cut too deep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll never stray again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(All the times I've tried)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(To walk away from you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only strength,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(I fall into your abounding grace)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only power,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(And love is where I am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(All the times I've tried) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(To walk away from you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only strength,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(I fall into your abounding grace)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only power,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(And love is where I am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My only love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIK5UbpHVNE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIK5UbpHVNE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sometimes i just can't hide it anymore, it gets hard to hold it inside, but there's nothing i can do or everything will be lost...so hold on a little longer and time will make him see that he's everything to me..." by my reflection...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-7398142776425579456?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7398142776425579456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=7398142776425579456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/7398142776425579456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/7398142776425579456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/october-by-evanescence.html' title='October by Evanescence'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RbaWxnHNVAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RE3ggclqg-Q/s72-c/evanescence-wallpaper-1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-1818956434160462982</id><published>2007-01-02T15:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T00:42:51.788Z</updated><title type='text'>Lose Control (by Evanescence)</title><content type='html'>You don't remember my &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: name'; self.lm_skeyphrase='name'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: name...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='name'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=name&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: name'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/evanescence/losecontrol.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;Can we play the&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/evanescence/losecontrol.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; your way?&lt;br /&gt;Can I really lose control?&lt;br /&gt;Just once in my life,I think &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: it'; self.lm_skeyphrase='it'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: it...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='it'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=it&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: it'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/evanescence/losecontrol.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'d be nice,&lt;br /&gt;Just to lose control, just once,&lt;br /&gt;With all the pretty&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: flowers'; self.lm_skeyphrase='flowers'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: flowers...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='flowers'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=flowers&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: flowers'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/evanescence/losecontrol.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in the dust.&lt;br /&gt;Mary had a lamb.&lt;br /&gt;His eyes black as coals.&lt;br /&gt;If we play very quiet, my lamb,&lt;br /&gt;Mary never has to know.&lt;br /&gt;Just once in my life,I think it'd be nice,&lt;br /&gt;Just to lose control, just once.&lt;br /&gt;If I cut you down to a thing I can use,&lt;br /&gt;I fear there will be nothing good left of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKNtQSWeMqE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKNtQSWeMqE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-1818956434160462982?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cf9fsiz4Thw' title='Lose Control (by Evanescence)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1818956434160462982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=1818956434160462982&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/1818956434160462982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/1818956434160462982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/lose-control-by-evanescence.html' title='Lose Control (by Evanescence)'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-874174007165724162</id><published>2006-12-18T00:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:55:40.271Z</updated><title type='text'>Tristan + Isolde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RYXmHeUmunI/AAAAAAAAAAY/wK6jPab7nZc/s1600-h/tristan+++isolde+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009663176592505458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RYXmHeUmunI/AAAAAAAAAAY/wK6jPab7nZc/s400/tristan+%2B+isolde+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0617009/"&gt;Isolde&lt;/a&gt;: [reading] "I wonder by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? were we not wean'd till then? But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den? 'Twas so ; but this, all pleasures fancies be ; If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear ; For love all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone ; Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown ; Let us possess one world ; each hath one, and is one. My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally; If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0617009/"&gt;Isolde&lt;/a&gt;: Know that I love you Tristan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wherever you go, whatever you see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be there with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[His Last Words] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0290556/"&gt;Tristan&lt;/a&gt;: You were right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if life is greater than death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But love was more than either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-874174007165724162?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/874174007165724162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=874174007165724162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/874174007165724162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/874174007165724162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/tristan-isolde.html' title='Tristan + Isolde'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RYXmHeUmunI/AAAAAAAAAAY/wK6jPab7nZc/s72-c/tristan+%2B+isolde+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-5113389997480577366</id><published>2006-12-17T23:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T00:48:29.505Z</updated><title type='text'>RiGhT kInD oF wRoNg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCCO0KHxEio"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCCO0KHxEio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RYXcOOUmumI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8XYSVx9a32I/s1600-h/tristan+++isolde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009652297440344674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RYXcOOUmumI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8XYSVx9a32I/s400/tristan+%2B+isolde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know all about,Yeah about your reputation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And now it's bound to be a heartbreak situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But I can't help it if I'm helpless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Every time that I'm where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You walk in and my strength walks out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Say my name and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I can't fight it any more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh I know, I should go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But I need your touch just too damn much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lovin you, That isn't really something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I should do I shouldn't wanna spend my time with you ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I should try to be strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But baby you're the right kind of wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ya, baby you're the right kind of wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It might be a mistake&lt;br /&gt;A mistake I'm makin'&lt;br /&gt;But what your givin I am happy to be takin&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one's ever made me feel&lt;br /&gt;The way when I'm in your arms&lt;br /&gt;They say your somethin I should do without&lt;br /&gt;They don't know what goes on When the lights go out&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to explain&lt;br /&gt;All the pleasure is worth all the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lovin you, That isn't really something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I should do ya-hey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I shouldn't wanna spend my time with you ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well I should try to be strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But baby you're the right kind of wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ya, baby you're the right kind of wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should try to run but I just can't seem to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause every time I run your the one I run to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't do without what you do to me, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't care if I'm in to deep yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know all about, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yea about your reputation &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now it's bound to be a heartbreak situation &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I can't help it if I'm helpless &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every time that I'm where you are&lt;br /&gt;You walk in and my strength walks out the door&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say my name and I can't fight it any more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh I know, I should go &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But I need your touch just too damn much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hey-yeah Lovin you, yeah, isn't really something I should do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I shouldn't wanna spend my time with you ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well I should try to be strong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I should try to be strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But baby you're the right kind of wrong (right kind of wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Baby you're the right kind of wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Baby you're the right kind of wrong&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby you're the the right kind of wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;By Leann Rim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-5113389997480577366?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5113389997480577366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=5113389997480577366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/5113389997480577366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/5113389997480577366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/r-i-g-h-t-k-i-n-d-o-f-w-r-o-n-g-i-know.html' title='RiGhT kInD oF wRoNg'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0nL38NXoaE0/RYXcOOUmumI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8XYSVx9a32I/s72-c/tristan+%2B+isolde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-115663321715778133</id><published>2006-08-26T23:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:59:13.103Z</updated><title type='text'>See you when you're 40</title><content type='html'>I've driven round in circles for three hours&lt;br /&gt;It was bound to happen that I'd end up at yours&lt;br /&gt;I temporarily forgot there's better days to come&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I would give it just one more chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I want, tonight, what I've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;But I found, tonight, what I'd been warned about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you are complicated,&lt;br /&gt;Deep mystery to all,&lt;br /&gt;Well it’s taken me a while to see,&lt;br /&gt;You’re not so special.&lt;br /&gt;All energy, no meaning,&lt;br /&gt;With a lot of words,&lt;br /&gt;So paper thin that one real feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Could knock you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've seen, tonight, what I'd been warned about&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna leave, tonight, before I change my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So see you when you’re forty,&lt;br /&gt;Lost and all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Being comforted by strangers,&lt;br /&gt;you'll never need to know,&lt;br /&gt;Not sad because you lost me,&lt;br /&gt;But sad because you thought it was cool,&lt;br /&gt;To be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think misery will make you stand apart from the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;If you had walked past me today,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t have picked you out,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t have picked you out,&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t have picked you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ve seen tonight,&lt;br /&gt;How could I waste my time?&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be on my way,&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t be back,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I’ve seen tonight,&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve been warned about,&lt;br /&gt;You’re just a boy, not a man;&lt;br /&gt;and I’m not coming back,&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not coming back,&lt;br /&gt;What I've been warned about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-115663321715778133?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115663321715778133/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=115663321715778133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/115663321715778133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/115663321715778133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2006/08/see-you-when-youre-40.html' title='See you when you&apos;re 40'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-115360432519619092</id><published>2006-07-22T22:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T22:46:47.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates of the caribbean - Dead man's chest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5718/1146/1600/pirates2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5718/1146/320/pirates2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "Pirates are back, and so is Jack...!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Pois e pexoal eles voltaram para arrasar...o dobro da aventura, o dobro dos efeitos especiais, batalhas de cortar a respiraxao e comedia q.b. É imperdível a nova aventura dos pirates, kem gostou do primeiro vai com certeza amar o segundo. Não percam a nova aventura do lindo e talentoso Jack Sparrow (Johnny Depp) , o pirata mais trapalhão de todos os tempos..lol...a serio vejam...vale a pena! E ja agora fikem atentos pk a terceira aventura ja esta a ser filmada, promete ainda maiores aventuras que os outros dois....! Ja agora para os fans dos piratas tambem tnh + uma novidade, o Johnny Depp teve a ideia de reunir musicas cujo tema sao os piratas num cd, com a contribuixao de cantores muito conhecidos como o Bono dos U2, outra novidade a não perder! E ja agora fikem com um pouco da letra da musika k Elizabeth (Keira Knightley) canta na primeira aventura dos pirates.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Roubamos, pilhamos, raptamos, e não nos ralamos nadinha (...) bebam-lhe bem companheiros yo-ho (...) rica vida a de pirata (...) e que de la venha o horizonte e ovos mais que podres, bebam-lhe bem companheiros yo-ho..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ano de produção:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Data de estreia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2006-07-20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Título original:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Realização:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gore Verbinski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Elenco:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Johnny Depp; Orlando Bloom; Keira Knightley; Bill Nighy; Stellan Skarsgård; Jack Davenport; Kevin McNally; Naomie Harris; Jonathan Pryce; Mackenzie Crook; Tom Hollander; Geoffrey Rush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Argumento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ted Elliott; Terry Rossio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Produção:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bruce Hendricks; Mike Stenson; Eric McLeod; Chad Oman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Estúdios:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Walt Disney Pictures; Jerry Bruckheimer Films&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Distrbuição:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lusomundo Audiovisuais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Género:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fantasia / Aventura / Comédia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;País:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;EUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Lipa este é para ti...seras sempre a minha mana piratinha...=D*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-115360432519619092?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115360432519619092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=115360432519619092&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/115360432519619092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/115360432519619092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/pirates-of-caribbean-dead-mans-chest.html' title='Pirates of the caribbean - Dead man&apos;s chest'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-115352112599985890</id><published>2006-07-21T22:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T16:07:52.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5718/1146/1600/I"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5718/1146/320/I%27m%20not%20dead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You took my hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You showed me how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You promised me you'd be around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Uh huh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That's right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I took your words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I believed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You said to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yeah huh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That's right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If someone said three years from now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You'd be long gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'd stand up and punch them up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cause they're all wrong I know better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cause you said forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Who knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Remember when we were such fools &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And so convinced and just too cool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh no No no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I wish I could touch you again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I wish I could still call you friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'd give anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When someone said count your blessings now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For they're long gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I guess I just didn't know how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I was all wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;They knew better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Still you said forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Who knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yeah yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll keep you locked in my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Until we meet again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Until we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Until we meet again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I won't forget you my friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What happened &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If someone said three years from now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You'd be long gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'd stand up and punch them out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cause they're all wrong and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That last kiss I'll cherish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Until we meet again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And time makes It harder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I wish I could remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But I keep Your memory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You visit me in my sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My darling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Who knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My darling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My darling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Who knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My darling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I miss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My darling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Who knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Who knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-115352112599985890?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115352112599985890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=115352112599985890&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/115352112599985890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/115352112599985890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/who-knew.html' title='Who knew'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-115350576002524271</id><published>2006-07-21T19:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T19:16:00.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>aLmAs GeMeAs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7896/3390/1600/cidd_anjos.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7896/3390/200/cidd_anjos.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ontem ao falar cm a mnh clg sobre felicidd, o axunto rolou ate as almas gemeas!! ambas concordavams em felicidd momentanea e n enterna, ms discordavams em relaçao as almas gemeas! ela dixe q tds nos procurams a noxa alma gemea e q d certa forma caminhavams em direcção a ela.pois eu digo q n..q e preciso mt sorte e concidencia para ixo acontecer..e sei q algs n concordam cmg e ntao eu dou 1 exemplo! eu pr exemplo moro aqi em portugal..e a mnh alma gemea mora do outro lado do mundo..ora sendo axim so pr tamanhas e sucessivas coincidencias e q ns encontrariams!! ms para mim isto das almas gemeas ainda da mt mais q falar! para qem acredita em reencarnaçao axa q a noxa alma portanto pousara noutro corpo e lhe dara vida! pois s a população mundial aumenta a quantidd d almas q paxam para outros corpos mantem-s sendo q certos corpos iriam fcr sem alma ne?!o q ntao contradiz a teoria da reencarnação!logo pr ai as almas gemeas ficariam pr 'terra'!ms n pensem q no lugar do coração tnh 1 pedra pr n ser sensivel a ete axuntu pq eu mm axim acredito no amor..acredito q as pexoas podem realmente viver 1 grande amor independentement de ser ou n a tal alma gemea! e sim concordo cm a mnh colega qnd ela diz q as pexoas usam ixo da 'n era a mnh alma gemea' para minimizar 1 sofrimento q d maneira nenhuma ira ser minimizado pr ixo! n e dcp para se dar a 1 coisa q simplsmente n resultou! Antes de procurarem a voxa alma gemea numa busca desenfreada e perdida..n s xqeçam d viver o presente pq certamente encontrar ou nao a noxa alma gemea n nos cabe inteiramente a nos! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-115350576002524271?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115350576002524271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=115350576002524271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/115350576002524271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/115350576002524271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/almas-gemeas.html' title='aLmAs GeMeAs'/><author><name>dance_girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-115349006174043173</id><published>2006-07-21T14:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T19:11:13.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>***Nova colaboradora***</title><content type='html'>Fiz este post para vos informar que a partir de agora irei ter uma colaboradora nova aki no meu blog. Vao ver, a partir de agora, alguns posts feitos pela nokinhas. Deste modo poderao ver as coisas por dois pontos d vista, por vezes diferentes, outras vezes parecidos, mas cada uma com o seu estilo diferente. Espero que gostem. Já agora se curtirem os posts da nokinhas vao tambem a outros blogs dela...o &lt;a href="http://www.anuxcadt.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;www.anuxcadt.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ou o&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/dt_girl"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;www.fotolog.com/dt_girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Vao gostar, tao mt giros...;) visitem pexoal....e ja agora comentem!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-115349006174043173?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115349006174043173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=115349006174043173&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/115349006174043173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/115349006174043173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/nova-colaboradora.html' title='***Nova colaboradora***'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-115348911544084119</id><published>2006-07-21T14:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T14:48:12.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma gêmea: Mito ou realidade?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5718/1146/400/holding%20hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Alma gémea&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mito&lt;/span&gt; ou &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;realidade&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bem estava eu no outro dia ter uma conversa com uma amiga quando, não sei a propósito de quê, começamos a falar de almas gêmeas, amor, felicidade, etc, e apesar de concordamos em algumas coisas, discordavamos noutras. Foi então que tive a ideia de expor o meu ponto de vista neste blog, ao qual mais tarde exa amiga irá responder com outro post (espero eu...se não se eskecer... :P). &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ora, ambas concordamos que não existe felicidade eterna, mas sim momentos de felicidade que temos k aproveitar ao maximo. Logo, devido a exa conclusão a k ambas xegamos eu acrescentei que, na minha opinião, nós paxavamos a vida a procurar a noxa alma gêmea, pois ela existe, contudo, poucas são as pexoas k a encontram, acabando por ficar com pexoas que procuram o mesmo. Não sei, isto pode parecer disparatado, mas é o que eu penso. Já a Nokinhas ( a tal amiga da conversa), não acredita na existencia de almas gêmeas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;nem nada dexas coisas, e talvez ela até esteja certa. Depois desta conversa pus-me a penxar (eu sei e perigoso mas pronto!...lol...) todo o conceito de almas gemeas, da outra metade, da pexoa certa, como lhe kiserem xamar, pode ser talvez algo k nos escolhemos acreditar para nos enganar-mos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; (Agora vocês perguntam, "Porquê que alguém se quereria enganar?"). A resposta é simples, todo o ser humano tem as suas frakezas, e uma delas é o medo de sofrer, seja ele sofrimento físico, psicológico, intelectual, social, etc. O que é facto é que o ser humano, nós simples mortais, tendemos a fazer qualquer coisa para evitar exe sofrimento, como tal convencemo-nos de que se estamos sozinhos, ou se uma relaxao não resultou, tudo se explica pelo simples facto de não termos encontrado a noxa alma gêmea, pois axim tentamos amenizar o sofrimento (mesmo que poucas vezes resulte...), acabando por nos desiludirmos quando a esperanxa de encontrarmos exe "ser mitológico" desaparexe. Depois temos que aprender a lidar com a desilusao e acabamos, por vezes, por concluir que akela procura era infrutífera, o que nos leva a encontrar a pexoa certa, ou seja, alguém que nos ama com todos os noxos defeitos, manias, costumes, e inseguranxas. Alguem que esta "lá" quando prexixamos, mas que tambem tem os seus defeitos, manias, costumes, que tambem erra como nos, que as vezes mete os pes pelas maos, mas k sabe pedir desculpa, e que quando estamos em baixo, nos diz "Tem calma, tudo vai correr bem!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Mesmo que exes momentos, exa pexoa, não fikem para sempre, pelo menos sabemos que tivemos os noxos momentos de felicidade, o que nos dará esperanxa para voltarmos a conkistar mais alguns...Resumindo, na minha opiniao, a vida baseia-se na procura constante dakeles pekenos momentos de felicidade, k fazem valer a pena todo o caminho percorrido. Esta é a minha opiniao relativamente a este assunto, sei contudo que existem por ai pexoas k nao concordam com ela, e outros k s calhar ate concordam. Por tudo isto pexoal...comentem...digam qual a voxa opiniao...ou simplesmente nao digam nada! Faxam o que vos aptecer. &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-115348911544084119?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115348911544084119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=115348911544084119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/115348911544084119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/115348911544084119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/alma-gmea-mito-ou-realidade.html' title='Alma gêmea: Mito ou realidade?'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-115326346896995328</id><published>2006-07-18T23:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T14:57:46.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um fim de semana memorável!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;U&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5718/1146/1600/IMG_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5718/1146/320/IMG_0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, o que posso dizer, esta foto por si so ja tem tanto significado...por tras delas esta um pouco d td...lol...copos...grizas...outras fotos...musica...coreografias...um rapaz...jogos..bem...um conjunto de aspectos que descrevem o fim-de-semana perfeito!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Já há muito tempo que não estvamos juntas mas o que é certo é que quando estamos "Varremos Feira"!!!!lol (tu percebes...). Juntas conseguimos transformar qualquer ambiente numa festa e esta (na minha opinião) é uma das princi+ais qualidades de uma amizade...que resite ao tempo...e a alguns disparates, erros, e muitas outras coisas que já aconteceram entre nós e que superamos. Por tudo isto cada instante é mágico e a amizade perdura, é bom ter amigos axim...e eu poxo dzr k tnh poucos, ms bons!!!(k sabem kem sao) Tu és uma delas e mal poxo esperar pela próxima "p-a-r-t-y....PARTY" lol...we rulla!!!Tens k voltar ok? Este e pa ti Nokinhas...:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-115326346896995328?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115326346896995328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=115326346896995328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/115326346896995328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/115326346896995328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/um-fim-de-semana-memorvel.html' title='Um fim de semana memorável!!!'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-114883430677623409</id><published>2006-05-28T17:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T17:38:26.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Situaxoes criticas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Eh pa, á quanto tempo n vinha aki....parece k foi á uma eternuidade...e agora vim aki e n sei bem o k dzr...ou xkrever...tb n xkrevo pa ngm em particular...ker dzr ate xkrevo...para as minhas manas...afinal esta blog e especialmente dedicado a elas...!O k poxo eu dzr...bem e um ano critico, n no sentido negativo e critico pk e um ano ond td vai mudar, decisoes tem k ser tomadas, e outras reforxadas...e complicado...kem esta ou ja paxou plo 12º ano sabe do k estou a falar....e mt complicado prinxipalmente para kem n sabe o k fazer, ja n xega ter k s separar da maior parte dos amigos....ter k mudar d escola... d ambiente...tomar decisoes para as quais n estams preparados inda por cima n tms destino...andamos a deriva e a guarda-costeira anda a noxa procura no sitio oposto ao k estamos...lol...isto foi so uma metafora (ou tentativa de) para demonstrar a k ponto nos sentimos perdidos...as dexixoes sao mt complicadas especialmente knd todas indicam o mm caminho...Desemprego!!o mais dificil e deixar os amigos...plo - pa mim...e por ixo este blog e dedicado aso meus amigos k n sao mts (plo - os vdd) ms garanto.vos k sao bons...cada x + m convenxo dixo!!!e por ixo obrigado por tudo...vcs sabem kem sao...sao principalmente 5...k por + coisas k mudem eu nunca xkecerei...(tb tnh outros amigos...ms estas 5 minnas vao marcar.m para smp...foi c elas k vivi os melhores momentos da minha vida...)ninas doro-vos muito !!!!:D bigado por td...drvos mt mm....!!!&lt;br /&gt;Espero k tds os k estao na mm situaxao k eu consigam encontrar uma lusinha ao fundo do tunel...!Boa sorte pa tds em td...em especial nos exames!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Lena, Fa, Lipa, Me  e Sofia nunca vos vou xkecer...(F)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-114883430677623409?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114883430677623409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=114883430677623409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/114883430677623409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/114883430677623409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/situaxoes-criticas.html' title='Situaxoes criticas...'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-112155512253734271</id><published>2005-07-17T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T00:05:22.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Helena by chemical romance</title><content type='html'>Long ago&lt;br /&gt;Just like the hearse, you die to get in again&lt;br /&gt;We are so far from you&lt;br /&gt;Burning on, just like a match you strike te incinerate&lt;br /&gt;The lives of everyone you know&lt;br /&gt;And what’s the worst you take (worst you take)&lt;br /&gt;From every heart you break (heart you break)&lt;br /&gt;And like a blade you stain (blade you stain)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been holding on tonight&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;What’s the worst that I can say?&lt;br /&gt;Things are better if I stay&lt;br /&gt;So long and goodnight&lt;br /&gt;So long not goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Came a time&lt;br /&gt;When every star falls&lt;br /&gt;Brought you to tears again&lt;br /&gt;We are the very hurt you sold&lt;br /&gt;And what’s the worst you take (worst you take)&lt;br /&gt;From every heart you break (heart you break)&lt;br /&gt;And like a blade you stain (blade you stain)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been holding on tonight&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;What’s the worst that I can say?&lt;br /&gt;Things are better if I stay&lt;br /&gt;So long and goodnight&lt;br /&gt;So long not goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you carry on this way&lt;br /&gt;Things are better if I stay&lt;br /&gt;So long and goodnight&lt;br /&gt;So long not goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me&lt;br /&gt;Are you near me&lt;br /&gt;Can we pretend to leave and then&lt;br /&gt;We’ll meet again, when both our cars collide&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;What’s the worst that I can say&lt;br /&gt;Things are better if I stay&lt;br /&gt;So long and goodnight&lt;br /&gt;So long not goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you carry on this way&lt;br /&gt;Things are better if I stay&lt;br /&gt;So long and goodnight&lt;br /&gt;So long not goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-112155512253734271?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112155512253734271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=112155512253734271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112155512253734271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112155512253734271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/helena-by-chemical-romance.html' title='Helena by chemical romance'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-112155437805926949</id><published>2005-07-16T23:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T23:57:44.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Give 'em hell, kid" by my chemical romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5994/640/my%20chemical%20romance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5994/320/my%20chemical%20romance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby here comes the sound!&lt;br /&gt;I took a train outta New Orleans and they shot me full of ephedrine.&lt;br /&gt;This is how we like to do it in the murder scene.&lt;br /&gt;Can we settle up the score?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;If you were here I'd never have a fear.&lt;br /&gt;So go on live your life.&lt;br /&gt;But I miss you more than I did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm a total wreck and almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;Like the firing squad or the mess you made.&lt;br /&gt;Well don't I look pretty walking down the street.&lt;br /&gt;In the best damn dress I own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;If you were here I'd never have a fear.&lt;br /&gt;So go on live your life.&lt;br /&gt;But I miss you more than I did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;You're so far away.&lt;br /&gt;So c'mon show me how.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I mean this more than words can ever say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might say we are made from the sharpest things you say&lt;br /&gt;We are young and we don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams and your hopeless hair.&lt;br /&gt;We never wanted it to be this way.&lt;br /&gt;For all our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Do you care at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;If you were here I'd never have a fear.&lt;br /&gt;So go on live your life.&lt;br /&gt;But I miss you more than I did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;You're so far away.&lt;br /&gt;So c'mon show me how.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I mean this more than words can ever say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Won't you tell me?)&lt;br /&gt;(Well, there's no way I'm kissing that guy)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-112155437805926949?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112155437805926949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=112155437805926949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112155437805926949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112155437805926949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/give-em-hell-kid-by-my-chemical.html' title='&quot;Give &apos;em hell, kid&quot; by my chemical romance'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-112102002705896584</id><published>2005-07-10T19:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T19:33:42.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint your dreams...!(#)(r)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5994/640/mexita2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5994/320/mexita2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;bem o k k eu poxo dzr sobre este desenho...e lindo mm...(logico sendo feito por kem foi..!) e tem mt significado pa mnh mana....k so alguns percebem..!!!o + importante e captar a msg k esta pexoa esepectacular tenta paxar a td a gente k a rodeia..e consegue..e k devemos smp seguir os noxos sonhos e acreditar k o sol brilha smp em qlqr circunstancia, pois o sol sao as pexoas k nos rodeiam e poxo dzr k td a certeza k o meu sol brilha smp..pk exe sol sao as mnhs manas do coraçao....k tao smp ao meu lado knd preciso...e podem krer k n existe bem + precioso do k a amizade...por mt k pensemos k sim...n e vdd...pk por ex. os amores paxam...vao e vem...deixam feridas...recordaçoes...d td um pouco...e os verdadeiros amigos sao akeles k tao smp la pa nos ajudar nexes momentos dificeis... cm ja ouvir dzr.e concordo plenamente... a amizade serve pa limpar as lagrimas k o amor deixa cair...e e bem vdd!!!!!!!!! os amigos tao smp la...pa nos ajudar nas situaçoes + complicadas e partilhar tds os momentos...e nem td a gente s pode gabar d encontrar amizade verdadeira... eu poxo dzr k encontrei as melhores pexoas k alguma vez poderia ter encontrado...e o k m faz pensar k aconteça o k acontecer eu sou mt feliz e sortuda pk tnh um dos tesouros + valiosos...amizade verdadeira..portanto..e acabando com estas lamexixes...k apesar d verdadeiras n xegam pa agradecer nem um bocadinho td o k recebo...so poxo terminar c um grande OBRIGADO...por tudo!! por serem as pexoas fenomenais k sao! por m ajudarem! por tarem smp la! (ja m tou a repetir m s taxe..) ms acima d td por serem cm sao!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;sem mudar nem uma unika coisa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ADORO.VOS MUITO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;...! e cm diz a mexita..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;(r)(#)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-112102002705896584?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112102002705896584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=112102002705896584&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112102002705896584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112102002705896584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/paint-your-dreamsr.html' title='Paint your dreams...!(#)(r)'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-112101895183520015</id><published>2005-07-10T19:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T19:15:36.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"O sol brilha smp mm por tras d uma carrada d nuvens..!"(#)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5994/640/mosketeiros..2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5994/320/mosketeiros..2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveito este lindo desenho (k por acaso foi feito por uma das mininas + lindas k eu conheço...=D) pa dedicar este post as mnhs manas + 1 x....bem o desenho ja fala por si!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Na guerra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;- Meu amigo ainda não regressou do campo de batalha, senhor. Solicito permissão para ir buscá-lo - disse um soldado a seu superior.&lt;br /&gt;- Permissão negada, respondeu o oficial - Não quero que você arrisque a sua vida por um homem que provavelmente está morto.&lt;br /&gt;O soldado, desconsiderando a proibição, saiu, e uma hora mais tarde regressou mortalmente ferido, transportando o cadáver de seu amigo.&lt;br /&gt;O oficial ficou furioso.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu te disse que ele já estava morto! Agora, por causa da sua indisciplina, eu perdi dois homens! Me diga, valeu a pena ir até lá para trazer um cadáver?&lt;br /&gt;E o soldado, moribundo, respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;- Claro que sim, senhor! Quando encontrei o meu amigo, ele ainda estava vivo e pode me dizer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Eu tinha certeza que você viria!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"UM AMIGO É AQUELE QUE CHEGA QUANDO TODO MUNDO JÁ SE FOI."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ninas apesar d este texto ser um pouco dramatico..(lol..um pouco..=P) axei-o muito bonito e decidi dedicar-vos...pa vos agradecer por serem cm sao e tarem smp la....adoro.vos muito pa smp....&lt;--------&gt;on..and on....and on....) &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-112101895183520015?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112101895183520015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=112101895183520015&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112101895183520015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112101895183520015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/o-sol-brilha-smp-mm-por-tras-d-uma.html' title='&quot;O sol brilha smp mm por tras d uma carrada d nuvens..!&quot;(#)'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-112100472257013576</id><published>2005-07-10T15:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T15:13:07.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't see me (josie and the pussycats soundtrack)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5994/640/josie%20and%20the%20pussycats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5994/320/josie%20and%20the%20pussycats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the place where I sit&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where I love you too much&lt;br /&gt;This is as hard as it gets&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm getting tired of pretending I'm tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here if you want me&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours, you can hold me&lt;br /&gt;I'm empty and achin'&lt;br /&gt;And tumblin' and breakin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don't see me&lt;br /&gt;And you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;And you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;The way I wish you would&lt;br /&gt;The way I know you could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream a world where you understand&lt;br /&gt;That I dream a million sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;Well I dream a fire when you're touching my hand&lt;br /&gt;But it twists into smoke when I turn on the lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm speechless and faded&lt;br /&gt;It's too complicated&lt;br /&gt;Is this how the book ends,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but good friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don't see me&lt;br /&gt;And you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;And you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;The way I wish you would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I wish you would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;This is the place where I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this just where we met&lt;br /&gt;And is this the last chance that I'll ever get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was lonely&lt;br /&gt;Instead of just only&lt;br /&gt;Crystal and see-through&lt;br /&gt;And not enough to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don't see me&lt;br /&gt;And you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;And you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;The way I wish you would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don't see me&lt;br /&gt;And you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;And you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;The way I wish you would&lt;br /&gt;The way I know you could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-112100472257013576?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112100472257013576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=112100472257013576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112100472257013576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112100472257013576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-dont-see-me-josie-and-pussycats.html' title='You don&apos;t see me (josie and the pussycats soundtrack)'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-112100364251876023</id><published>2005-07-10T14:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T14:56:17.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grease-1978</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5994/640/grease.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5994/320/grease.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer loving had me a blast&lt;br /&gt;Summer loving happened so fast&lt;br /&gt;I met a girl crazy for me&lt;br /&gt;Met a boy cute as can be&lt;br /&gt;Summer days drifting away to oh oh the summer nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, tell me more&lt;br /&gt;Did you get very far&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, tell me more&lt;br /&gt;Like does he have a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She swam by me she got a cramp&lt;br /&gt;He swam by me got my suit damp&lt;br /&gt;I saved her life she nearly drown&lt;br /&gt;He showed off splashing around&lt;br /&gt;Summer sun something's begun but oh oh the summer nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, tell me more&lt;br /&gt;Was it love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, tell me more&lt;br /&gt;Did she put up a fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took her bowling in the arcade&lt;br /&gt;We went strolling drank lemonade&lt;br /&gt;We made out under the dock&lt;br /&gt;We stayed out till ten o'clock&lt;br /&gt;Summer fling don't mean a thing but oh oh the summer nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, tell me more&lt;br /&gt;But you don't gotta brag&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, tell me more&lt;br /&gt;Cause he sounds like a drag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got friendly holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;She got friendly down in the sand&lt;br /&gt;He was sweet just turned eightteen&lt;br /&gt;Well she was good you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;Summer heat boy and girl meet but oh oh the summer nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, tell me more&lt;br /&gt;How much dough did he spend?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, tell me more&lt;br /&gt;Could she get me a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned colder that's where it ends&lt;br /&gt;So I told her we'd still be friends&lt;br /&gt;Then we made our true love vow&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what she's doing now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer dreams ripped at the seams but oh those summer nights&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, tell me more&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-112100364251876023?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112100364251876023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=112100364251876023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112100364251876023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112100364251876023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/grease-1978.html' title='Grease-1978'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-112099464684264347</id><published>2005-07-10T12:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T12:27:04.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Live your dreams lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5994/640/lastdance2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5994/320/lastdance2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the chance of life&lt;br /&gt;Can't pray to set light&lt;br /&gt;High of the fear of your mined&lt;br /&gt;Go for it, it's hit or miss&lt;br /&gt;Too late for you to quit&lt;br /&gt;You gotta show em how bad you really want this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your dreams, its not as hard as it may seem&lt;br /&gt;You gotta work to get the crean, on your hopes you will see&lt;br /&gt;From your fears, you have to win yourself&lt;br /&gt;It's all or nothing, Give your everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are what you believe, about to bring the heat&lt;br /&gt;Set the pace, competition takes the lead&lt;br /&gt;This is it, all eyes on you&lt;br /&gt;So stay on point, be free&lt;br /&gt;That you deserve, what's long over due&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your dreams, its not as hard as it may seem&lt;br /&gt;You gotta work to get the crean, on your hopes you will see&lt;br /&gt;From your fears, you have to win yourself&lt;br /&gt;It's all or nothing, Give your everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You brake on, on still recovery&lt;br /&gt;From the heart, brake down another kind&lt;br /&gt;I'm still drying my tears, getting over my own fears&lt;br /&gt;My last time, so I wanna make sure this time&lt;br /&gt;That I'm strong enough, to give it my all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your dreams, its not as hard as it may seem&lt;br /&gt;You gotta work to get the crean, on your hopes you will see&lt;br /&gt;From your fears, you have to win yourself&lt;br /&gt;It's all or nothing, Give your everything X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you got to live your dreams, so don't be a free&lt;br /&gt;Just set the base and take the lead, it's your time to shine&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-112099464684264347?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112099464684264347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=112099464684264347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112099464684264347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112099464684264347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/live-your-dreams-lyrics.html' title='Live your dreams lyrics'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-112099431656740885</id><published>2005-07-10T12:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T12:28:46.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundtrack:save the last dance- Fredro Starr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5994/640/save%20the%20last%20dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5994/320/save%20the%20last%20dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;I see your true color, shinin through&lt;br /&gt;I see your true color, an' that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;I see your true color, shinin through&lt;br /&gt;I see your true color, an' that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VERSE 1]&lt;br /&gt;Yo, father forgive, we all tryin to survive where we live&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather feed the homeless eight times than talk to da kids&lt;br /&gt;Show 'em life ain't no walk on the bridge&lt;br /&gt;Damn as hard as it is, when I be dreamin I be talkin to B.I.G&lt;br /&gt;In my hood it ain't no yellow brick road, we hear the shots echo&lt;br /&gt;Sneakers hangin from a telephone pole&lt;br /&gt;In my ghetto aint no rainbow wit pots a gold&lt;br /&gt;but tha was love from tha family when tymes are cold&lt;br /&gt;I seen n analyzed tha world from my project roof&lt;br /&gt;An' seen the hope in tha eyes of a troubled youth&lt;br /&gt;A good kid, I kept this burna in dis motha goose&lt;br /&gt;A motherless child,lost in these streets loose&lt;br /&gt;in the waterworlds away these are rainy days&lt;br /&gt;My man got poped at an early age&lt;br /&gt;These cowards run n say he flipped into his early grave&lt;br /&gt;They say the good die young, we're headed for dem early gates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VERSE 2]&lt;br /&gt;yo,they say this love wasnt meant to be&lt;br /&gt;2 people from 2 different worlds,we wasnt meant to be&lt;br /&gt;it musta been fate you were sent to me&lt;br /&gt;we'll make it through these hard tymes,eventually&lt;br /&gt;tha standard fight,walk by faith n not by sight&lt;br /&gt;we're all tha same color when you turn off tha lights&lt;br /&gt;i take tha sunshine with tha pain&lt;br /&gt;wear my Saraguards sad,dats when it rains&lt;br /&gt;no fridge,kept tha food on tha window payne&lt;br /&gt;we all breathe tha same air so we all tha same&lt;br /&gt;im trapped in this ghetto maze tryna make it out&lt;br /&gt;if you dont know me dont judge me,wuthcu talkin bout&lt;br /&gt;im far dividable of ard of tha broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;single mothas yall my heroes,yall my queens&lt;br /&gt;to get my moms out tha hood,thats my hope n dreams&lt;br /&gt;to raise my son to be a soldier by any means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS TO FADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-112099431656740885?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112099431656740885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=112099431656740885&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112099431656740885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112099431656740885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/soundtracksave-last-dance-fredro-starr.html' title='Soundtrack:save the last dance- Fredro Starr'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-112057968752047907</id><published>2005-07-05T17:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T17:11:31.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Manas adoro.vos muito...xpero k gostem....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5994/640/as%20minhas%20maninhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5994/320/as%20minhas%20maninhas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Axo k aki tem um pouco d td...ou quase..lol...bem xpero k gostem...***nerver forget you***=) &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-112057968752047907?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112057968752047907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=112057968752047907&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112057968752047907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112057968752047907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/manas-adorovos-muitoxpero-k-gostem.html' title='Manas adoro.vos muito...xpero k gostem....'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-112057455498855643</id><published>2005-07-05T14:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T15:42:34.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fácil</title><content type='html'>Falar é fácil, difícil é expressar o que realmente queremos dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é julgar pessoas, difícil é julgar nós mesmos...&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é mentir aos quatro ventos, difícil é mentir para o nosso coração...&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é dizer " oi" ou " como vai?" Difícil é dizer adeus.&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é querer ser amado, difícil é amar de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é ouvir música que toca, difícil é ouvir a própria consciência.&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é perguntar o que deseja saber, difícil é estar preparado para ouvir a resposta.&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é ferir quem nos ama, difícil é curar esta ferida.&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é ditar regras, difícil é segui-las.&lt;br /&gt; Fácil é sonhar todas as noites, difícil é lutar por um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é exibir uma vitória, difícil é assumir uma derrota com dignidade.&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é rezar todas as noites, difícil é encontrar Deus nas pequenas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é fazer amigos, difícil é conserva-los..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eu sei k isto são meras palavras k n xegam pa vos agradecer o k fazem por mim..ms mm axim OBRIGADO POR TUDO!!! Adoro.vos muito pa smp...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-112057455498855643?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112057455498855643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=112057455498855643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112057455498855643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112057455498855643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/fcil.html' title='Fácil'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-112057107914610734</id><published>2005-07-05T14:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T16:09:55.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabe o que mais queria agora?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5994/640/aula%20d%20portuguesS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5994/320/aula%20d%20portuguesS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sabe o que eu mais queria agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter palavras suficientes para agradecer pelos momentos em que eu achei que estava só, mas ao olhar pra trás vi vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos marejados. Suas mãos fortes para me apoiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes até mesmo sem saber o porquê da minha tristeza. Firme. Ao meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe o que eu mais queria agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poder recompensá-las pelos conselhos e os caminhos que me mostraram. Alguns até tão pertos de mim, mas que, cega, não conseguia ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradecer pelas broncas e pelas puxadas de orelha que, só alguém tão especial comos vocês, e, que me conhecem assim tão bem, poderia dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe o que eu mais queria agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poder fazer com que todas as pessoas do mundo soubessem que eu tenho as melhores amigas do mundo ao meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu tenho com quem contar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu tenho com quem compartilhar as alegrias e as vitórias, mas que, principalmente, tenho alguém como vocês para me dar forças nas horas mais difíceis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe o que eu mais queria agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraçá-las forte e apenas dizer de coração: "obrigada" e Amo vcs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-112057107914610734?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112057107914610734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=112057107914610734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112057107914610734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112057107914610734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/sabe-o-que-mais-queria-agora.html' title='Sabe o que mais queria agora?'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-112057163849509092</id><published>2005-07-05T14:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T16:10:27.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor não correspondido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5718/1146/1600/heart%20key.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5718/1146/320/heart%20key.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor não correspondido....&lt;br /&gt;Ter você em meus pensamentos e sonhos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viver com você momentos que só existem em mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Detalhar em minha mente o calor do seu corpo, o toque de sua pele,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o carinho de teu beijo... sem nunca tê-los...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inventar motivos para tocar seus cabelos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e imaginar assim minhas mãos entrelaçadas a eles, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trazendo lentamente seus lábios para os meus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Explode como todo amor, com o mesmo frio na espinha, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;porém solitário... já nasce agonizante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;predestinado a morte súbita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simples assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É como admirar uma bela escultura &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e não poder tocá-la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor não correspondido... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A felicidade em seu início... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A desilusão em seu meio... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A grande tristeza em seu fim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo Dutra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-112057163849509092?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112057163849509092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=112057163849509092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112057163849509092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112057163849509092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/amor-no-correspondido.html' title='Amor não correspondido'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-112057076980842890</id><published>2005-07-05T14:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T14:39:29.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafios</title><content type='html'>Não importa o tamanho dos grandes desafios que você já conquistou em sua vida, não importa a riqueza que já acumulou, não importa o poder e o respeito que já atingiu, haverá sempre um novo desafio em sua frente.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, quanto mais alto você sobe, maiores ficarão os desafios.&lt;br /&gt;Junto aos desafios você sempre irá encontrar as oportunidades. E para vencê-los sempre haverá necessidade de vigor, coragem, força e perseverança.&lt;br /&gt;Quem pensa que encontrará a felicidade quando ficar livre dos desafios,ficará decepcionado por que este dia jamais chegará.&lt;br /&gt;E para aqueles que esperam por melhores dias para começar a agir,estão perdendo valiosos anos de sua preciosa vida.&lt;br /&gt;Feliz é a pessoa que tem capacidade para vencer os desafios que encontra.Então encontre os seus desafios e aja rapidamente e com competência paravencê-los.&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhe seriamente sobre eles e se sentirá vivo e feliz. Sucesso não vem da ausência de desafios, mas da sempre ampliada capacidade para vencê-los e beneficiar-se deles.&lt;br /&gt;Os desafios são crescentes, mas você é capaz. Enfrente-os e seja feliz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-112057076980842890?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112057076980842890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=112057076980842890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112057076980842890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112057076980842890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/desafios.html' title='Desafios'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-112057045953020724</id><published>2005-07-05T14:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T17:14:18.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>manas + 1 x esta e pa vcs..(vigadu por td)</title><content type='html'>"O Sol e o Vento discutiam sobre qual dos dois era mais forte.&lt;br /&gt;O vento disse:&lt;br /&gt;-Provarei que sou o mais forte. Vê aquela mulher que vem lá embaixo, com um lenço azul no pescoço? Aposto como posso fazer com que o lenço saia do pescoço dela mais depressa do que você pode fazê-lo!&lt;br /&gt;O sol aceitou a aposta e recolheu-se atrás de uma nuvem. O vento começou a soprar até quase se tornar um fura~cão, mas quanto mais ele soprava, mais a mulher segurava o lenço junto a si. Finalmente, o vento acalmou-se e desistiu de soprar.&lt;br /&gt;Logo após, o sol saiu de trás da nuvem e sorriu bondosamente para a mulher.&lt;br /&gt;Imediatamente, ela passou a mão pelo rosto e depois tirou o lenço do pescoço. Então, o sol disse ao vento:&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se disso: " a gentileza e a amizade são sempre mais fortes que a fúria e a força ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(conclusoes:...bem..agora tirem as voxas...lol...eu so kero mm agradecer por tda a amizade e por td o k as minhas manas m dao...adoro.vos muitooooooooooooo 4 ever...=)***thanks***)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-112057045953020724?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112057045953020724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=112057045953020724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112057045953020724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112057045953020724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/manas-1-x-esta-e-pa-vcsvigadu-por-td.html' title='manas + 1 x esta e pa vcs..(vigadu por td)'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-112049401854697661</id><published>2005-07-04T17:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T14:06:23.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo o tempo...d'zrt rullam!!!</title><content type='html'>Desde que te conheci, aquilo que senti por ti,&lt;br /&gt;foi diferente de tudo o que eu já passei&lt;br /&gt;Quando estamos só os dois, deixo tudo pra depois,&lt;br /&gt;nem penso, no que eu tenho pra fazer&lt;br /&gt;Sabes bem como sou, tudo aquilo que te dou,&lt;br /&gt;é por gostar de ti&lt;br /&gt;Será que não queres ver, que o que está a acontecer,&lt;br /&gt;vai ser o nosso fim.&lt;br /&gt;[Refrão]&lt;br /&gt;Tiveste todo o tempo para mudar, para amar quem gosta de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Mas preferiste sempre não querer, nem saber que eu estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;É dificil não te ter, eu nunca te quis perder, mas tu,&lt;br /&gt;nunca lutaste por nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Foi força desigual, para ti sempre fui banal,&lt;br /&gt;mas sou eu quem gosta mais de ti&lt;br /&gt;Sabes bem como sou, tudo aquilo que te dou é&lt;br /&gt;por gostar de ti&lt;br /&gt;Será que não queres ver, que o que está acontecer,&lt;br /&gt;vai ser o nosso fim.&lt;br /&gt;[Refrão]&lt;br /&gt;Tiveste todo o tempo para mudar, para amar quem gosta de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Mas preferiste sempre não querer, nem saber que eu estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;STOP, acabou a brincadeira...&lt;br /&gt;O que sinto por ti era a tua ideia&lt;br /&gt;e... Tiveste todo o tempo para mudar, mas,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo assim não quiseste dar&lt;br /&gt;O teu amor, dá-me valor,&lt;br /&gt;acreditar que um para o outro juntos pudessemos dar&lt;br /&gt;E agora que não me tens, pôes-te a pensar:&lt;br /&gt;O que fizeste e não fizeste, que fazer para voltar&lt;br /&gt;mas... Agora tudo é diferente mete isso na tua mente&lt;br /&gt;eu já esqueci o passado estou preparado pro presente&lt;br /&gt;Digas o que disseres nao te vou ouvir,&lt;br /&gt;chega de me deixares triste, quero sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Se precisares de um amigo eu aqui vou estar,&lt;br /&gt;mas se quiseres mais que isso baby, não vai dar&lt;br /&gt;pra frente é o caminho, o que é que vai suceder.me? ...&lt;br /&gt;vou deixar acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;[Refrão 2x]&lt;br /&gt;Tiveste todo o tempo para mudar, para amar quem gosta de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Mas preferiste sempre não querer,&lt;br /&gt;nem saber que eu estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(apesar d saber k o destinatario n vai ler...tive a necessidade d por esta musika aki..ms afinal este e o meu blog...logo...eu e k sei o k ponho aki..lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-112049401854697661?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112049401854697661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=112049401854697661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112049401854697661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112049401854697661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/todo-o-tempodzrt-rullam.html' title='Todo o tempo...d&apos;zrt rullam!!!'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-112034299167819491</id><published>2005-07-02T23:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T23:23:11.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Moulin Rouge...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5718/1146/1600/moulin%20rouge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5718/1146/320/moulin%20rouge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;be loved&lt;/span&gt; in return..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-112034299167819491?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112034299167819491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=112034299167819491&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112034299167819491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112034299167819491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/moulin-rouge.html' title='Moulin Rouge...'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-112034218687338459</id><published>2005-07-02T22:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T23:20:09.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fernando Pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5718/1146/1600/fernando%20pessoa1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5718/1146/320/fernando%20pessoa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-112034218687338459?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112034218687338459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=112034218687338459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112034218687338459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112034218687338459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/fernando-pessoa.html' title='Fernando Pessoa'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-112034147591481057</id><published>2005-07-02T22:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T00:04:29.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tudo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5718/1146/1600/visionsofpresentcauses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="231" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5718/1146/320/visionsofpresentcauses.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu amo tudo o que foi,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que já não é,&lt;br /&gt;A dor que já me não dói,&lt;br /&gt;A antiga e errônea fé,&lt;br /&gt;O ontem que dor deixou,&lt;br /&gt;O que deixou alegria&lt;br /&gt;Só porque foi, e voou&lt;br /&gt;E hoje é já outro dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-112034147591481057?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112034147591481057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=112034147591481057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112034147591481057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112034147591481057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/tudo.html' title='tudo...'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-112034121039827712</id><published>2005-07-02T22:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T23:56:37.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Por quem me trocaram?</title><content type='html'>Por quem foi que me trocaram&lt;br /&gt;Quando estava a olhar pra ti?&lt;br /&gt;Pousa a tua mão na minha&lt;br /&gt;E, sem me olhares, sorri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorri do teu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero pensar&lt;br /&gt;Que é de mim que ele está feito&lt;br /&gt;É que tens para mo dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois aperta-me a mão&lt;br /&gt;E vira os olhos a mim...&lt;br /&gt;Por quem foi que me trocaram&lt;br /&gt;Quando estás a olhar-me assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-112034121039827712?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112034121039827712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=112034121039827712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112034121039827712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112034121039827712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/por-quem-me-trocaram.html' title='Por quem me trocaram?'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-112033939639964567</id><published>2005-07-02T22:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T22:26:23.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent tear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5994/640/eye%20bleeding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5994/320/eye%20bleeding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I cried a silent tear for fear of losing you&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;I cried a silent tear because you left my heart behind&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll cry a silent tear because I'll be getting over you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-112033939639964567?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112033939639964567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=112033939639964567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112033939639964567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112033939639964567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/silent-tear.html' title='Silent tear'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-112033695277526149</id><published>2005-07-02T21:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T22:27:14.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O k + gosto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5718/1146/1600/dest.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5718/1146/400/dest.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-112033695277526149?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112033695277526149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=112033695277526149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112033695277526149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112033695277526149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/o-k-gosto.html' title='O k + gosto'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-112022544504755070</id><published>2005-07-01T14:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T21:51:39.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Manas esta e pa vcs...!!!=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5718/1146/1600/m&amp;m.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5718/1146/320/m%26m.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem esta imagem ja fala por si ne? existem pessoas k com a sua smples ms imprescindivel presebça nos iluminam o dia, voces com certeza sabem do k tou a falar, pois eu tb conheço pessoas axim...sao raras mas conheço!!! E para elas um gand obrigado k n chega pa agradecer td o k fazem por mim...e nem peciso d dzr nomes k elas sabem kem sao!!!ADORO.VOS MUITOOOOOOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-112022544504755070?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112022544504755070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=112022544504755070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112022544504755070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112022544504755070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/manas-esta-e-pa-vcs.html' title='Manas esta e pa vcs...!!!=)'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-112022500019291714</id><published>2005-07-01T14:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T22:28:09.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DeSeJoS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5718/1146/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5718/1146/320/1.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-112022500019291714?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112022500019291714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=112022500019291714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112022500019291714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/112022500019291714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/07/desejos.html' title='DeSeJoS'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-112022397619869636</id><published>2005-07-01T14:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T21:53:35.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade...e td o k resta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5994/640/eye2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; 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Ora, nesta epoca do ano em que a maioria dos jovens aproveitam a vida ate ao ultimo minuto, e esforçam-se ao maximo para ter toda a diversao que lhes foi retirada durante o ano lectivo, outros aproveitam, como ja referi, para fazerem um balanço da vida, para tomar decisoes na tentativa de mudar, maus habitos, ou mesmo algo que achamos que nao esta certo na nossa vida,na tentativa de nos tornar-mos pessoas melhores. Apesar deste balanço, chegamos entao a conclusao que apesar de muita vontade, nao ha muita coisa que possamos mudar na nossa vida, ja que nao depende so de nos, mas sim de uma serie de outros factores, os quais nao podemos controlar, podemos mesmo concluir que somos meros peões num jogo em que nao somos nos quem ditam as regras mas sim algo nao identificado, que se da por varios nomes, como destino, vida, amor, etc,mas que acabamos por concluir nao saber do que relamente se trata, limitamo-nos a fazer as jogadas, e seguir as regras que muitas vezes nem sabemos ao certo quais sao, e passamos a nossa vida a tentar descobrir quais as regras e objectivo deste imenso jogo, mas sem sucesso. Muitos procuram por exemplo a definição de amor, mas por mais que o sintamos nao podemos nunca defini-lo ja que cada pessoa o sente de maneira diferente e cada caso é um caso, logo podemos entao tirar uma conclusao, as regras mudam de "peão para peão", mas no final o objectivo é so um: a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;FELICIDADE&lt;/span&gt; (pelo menos na minha opinião), e so ganha o jogo, quem seguir as regras e jogar de maneira + honesta, não se esquecendo nunca algo essencial para o jogo, uma ferramenta imprescindivel e sem a qual é impossível ganhar o jogo, a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ESPERANÇA&lt;/span&gt;, pois esta e a que nos ajuda a ultrapassar muitos obstaculos ao longo do jogo da vida...portanto eu tento nao me esquecer de jogar de forma honesta, seguir es regras e ter sempre a esperança, a minha fiel escudeira, apesar de as vezes parecer que ela me abandona eu sei que ela esta sempre la, e e ela (juntamente com alguns anjinhos que aparecem no nosso caminho para nos ajudar a ganhar o jogo) que me ajuda a percorrer o caminho, a jogar este jogo que é a vida, e que um dia eu espero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;ganhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-111979400179009922?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111979400179009922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=111979400179009922&amp;isPopup=true' title='61 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/111979400179009922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/111979400179009922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/06/felicidade-e-esperanaas-bases-do-jogo.html' title='Felicidade e Esperança..as bases do jogo da vida...'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>61</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-111947526909585235</id><published>2005-06-22T22:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T22:21:09.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A palavra NÃO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Uma Rapariga perguntou a um Rapaz se ele achava ela bonita, ele disse não. Ela perguntou se ele queria ficar com ela pela eternidade.... e ele disse não. Então ela perguntou a ele, se ela fosse embora ele iria chorar e mais uma vez ele respondeu com um não. Ela já tinha ouvido demais. Assim que ela tava indo embora, lágrimas caíam de sua face o rapaz agarrou seu braço e disse... tu não és bonita és linda. Eu não quero ficar ctg pra sempre. Eu PRECISO ficar ctg pra sempre. e eu não iria chorar se tu fosses embora..eu iria morrer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(agora lemrem.se k um NÃO pode ter varios sigificados, desde insegurança, incerteza. medod amar, ou simplesmente SIM, agora cabe.vos descobrir qual o significado...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-111947526909585235?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111947526909585235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=111947526909585235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/111947526909585235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/111947526909585235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/06/palavra-no.html' title='A palavra NÃO...'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-111947233619098004</id><published>2005-06-22T20:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T21:32:16.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualquer coisa k m deu para xkrever....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Devido a mts influencias positivas (cm smp das mnhs manas)....resolvi levar este blog + a serio dando.lhe um toque + pessoal, ou seja, vou tentar xkrever algo minimamente interexante e com significado para mim...e k poxa d certa maneira tocar-vos(eu duvido ms vou tentar..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Vou começar por falar das férias..k rullam neste momento para alguns....e pa outros coitados...so marrar..:S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As férias estão normalmente associadas a diversão, praia, sol, mar, actividades ao ar livre para uns, actividades indoor para outros (tipo enfiarem.se em centros comerciais com um sol de rachar, so para paxarem o dia a fazer compras, existe coisa + impensavel????ainda se foxe so para dar uma voltinha e vir...mas pronto..k s pode fazer...?!)Mas continuando...ja para outros (coitados) esta altura do ano está associada a livros, exames, estudar ate dizer chega, e princpalmente muito café para aguentar tudo isto!! E depois há akeles para os quais férias estão, pelo contrário, associadas a (isto e verdade n e gozo) tempo para organizar ideias, tristeza, inconformidade(ja k n s sentem bem em lado nenhum nem a fazer nd) mas acima de tudo muita saudade...e la tem k (sobre)viver as férias...!!! Depois a certa altura tudo começa a tornar.se muito complicado, qualquer actividade torna.se algo incomodo k fazem so para n decepcionarem as pexoas....e continuarem a (sobre)viver!!!É nesta época em k os incomformados (para kem n percebe akeles k consideram as ferias algo obrigatorio pela qual tem k paxar c mt esforço)se juntam na tentativa de ultrapaxar estes pesarosos dias de um modo - doloroso (isto ta a ficar um pouco po dramatico d +..:P) Kem ler isto e n tiver na msm situaçao pensa:"esta ta trenga, olha dps d um ano d testes axar as ferias algo obrigatorio e triste.....um psicologo fazia bem!!" Mas e a + pura realidade...e perguntam vcs "o k leva uma pexoa a amaldiçoar o homem k inventou as ferias?" pois bem, nada + nada - k o mais antigo, lindo, contraditorio, complicado e imprescindivel sentimento, sim o AMOR!!!(L)(L) Este sentimento pelo qual todos anceiam desde sempre e k alguns xegam mesmo a amaldiçoar...o sentimento k tanto move montanhas como leva a cometer as maiores loucuras. O amor no inicio provoca todo o tipo de sentimentos acessorios...como a felicidade em toda e qualquer situaçao ( do tipo em k ficas contente com qlqr disparate k t dizem..:P)  tudo move a volta da pexoa amada, tudo leva a ele e tudo e feito em funçao dele, ou seja, paxas a um estado em k vives por ele!!! Mas depois (e agora sim a causa k xplica este tipo d sentimento em relaçao as ferias) como tudo s move a volta da pexoa amada, crias uma situaçao de dependencia em k tens k ve la tds os dias nem k seja so mm pa ver k ela ta bem...e entao k xega as tao insuportavelmente obrigatorias FERIAS!!! em k n podes "deliciar" os olhos com a visao do amor...e tudo deixa d fazer sentido, nd consegue ser sufciente para preencher o vazio...e dps sao 3 meses longos (para alguns) para outros sao +, acabs entao por t habituar e n teres a presença dele, concentras.te em td o k d bom s paxou, nas boas recordaçoes, fotografias, vais aos locais com significado, fazes td para spbreviveres a esta época, mas parece cada x + dificil, as recoradaçoes começam a n ser suficientes, a tristeza começa a apoderar.se, a tomar controlo, perdes o interexe por td!! Mas mesmo c mt dificludade tens k seguir em frente e aproveitar tudo ate ao ultimo minuto , ja k pararmos d viver e desistir, o k demosntra k o amor tem pouca importancia, logo tens + e k aguentar firme pois exa e a maior prova de amor k podes dar!!Por fim depois de muita luta, os tres meses chegam ao fim!! Sim finalmente vais poder voltar para junta dos teus amigos e ter aglum conforto, para alguns começo de aulas significa recomaçar o marranço...:S..para outros o reencontro com alguem especial!! Mas o para outros significa o recomeço de + um ano d luta para dar + uma prova de amor, signfica a continuaçao d uma batalha perdida da qual o ultimo soldado recusa a abandonar...e continua e d espada impune a lutar por uma causa perdida (podem pensar k e patriotismo, ms n e msm estupides, ou mt crença...) Este novo ano assemelha.se a muitos outros mas com mts mudanças k pouco significam, e exes para o qual este nao paxa d mais uma ano, seguem em frente com a esperança k o dia seguinte traga a vitoria ou talvez o inicio de uma nova batalha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(eu dixe k n tnh mt jeito, ms tentei acreditem...(lol) mas espero k recuperem desta leitura...eu tento n repetir a proeza...e obrigado akeles k aguentaram a leitura ate ao final, e desde ja peço dsc plos danos causados!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-111947233619098004?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111947233619098004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=111947233619098004&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/111947233619098004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/111947233619098004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/06/qualquer-coisa-k-m-deu-para-xkrever.html' title='Qualquer coisa k m deu para xkrever....'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-111910608459756537</id><published>2005-06-18T15:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T15:50:10.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>two little angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5994/640/manas%20na%20praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/45/5994/320/manas%20na%20praia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as maninhas do meu coração...vcs sao td pa mim..ate vos conhecer nd fez sentido...agora sim...tnh algo k faça sentido!!! e td o k s tem paxado so tem reforçado a noxa amizade...e eu adoro.vos muito msm...xpero k nunca m xkeçam pk eu nunca vos xkeço!!!***miss u so much*** &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" 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/&gt;Like a leaf in the wind.&lt;a name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the look in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And I go wild!&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you talk in your soft warm voice,&lt;br /&gt;My body goes numb.&lt;br /&gt;My heart starts to race,&lt;br /&gt;When you give me a smile.&lt;br /&gt;My stomach aches,&lt;br /&gt;When your not around.&lt;br /&gt;I am up all night thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;Yourt face is always in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I hear you laugh everywhere I go.&lt;br /&gt;I see you when you're not around.&lt;br /&gt;The cool breeze surrounds me,&lt;br /&gt;And makes me think you're giving me a hug.&lt;br /&gt;When I cry,I imagine you are there with me,&lt;br /&gt;Telling me it will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;Your love is the only thing,&lt;br /&gt;That fills that empty hole in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you forever,&lt;br /&gt;Even though we might just be friends.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to live,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking we will be far apart.&lt;br /&gt;But I know that will never happen,&lt;br /&gt;You are my one and only love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-111901067115444809?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111901067115444809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=111901067115444809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/111901067115444809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/111901067115444809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-one-and-only-love.html' title='my one and only love'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-111901036640975926</id><published>2005-06-17T13:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T13:12:46.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>my deepest love</title><content type='html'>Even though we're miles apart,&lt;br /&gt;you will always remain engraved deep in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;even though I don't know where you are,&lt;br /&gt;I know your heart is never far...&lt;a name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up at the sky at night,&lt;br /&gt;I see your smile in every star,&lt;br /&gt;and I know one day,&lt;br /&gt;my heart will be where you are...&lt;br /&gt;My smile is frowning in a saddened curve,&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are blinded by your love,&lt;br /&gt;my heart awaits you,&lt;br /&gt;only you,&lt;br /&gt;for you are my deepest love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-111901036640975926?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111901036640975926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=111901036640975926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/111901036640975926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/111901036640975926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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that you can do&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone finds salvation in everyone&lt;br /&gt;And another only fame&lt;br /&gt;Someone tries to hide himself&lt;br /&gt;Down inside their selfish brain&lt;br /&gt;Someone swears his true love&lt;br /&gt;Untill the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Another runs away&lt;br /&gt;Separate or united?&lt;br /&gt;Healthy or insane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even when you've paid enough,&lt;br /&gt;been pulled apart or been held up&lt;br /&gt;With every single memory of the good or bad faces of luck&lt;br /&gt;don't lose any sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everything will end up alright&lt;br /&gt;You may win or lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-111870532712799702?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111870532712799702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=111870532712799702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/111870532712799702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/111870532712799702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/06/be-yourself.html' title='Be yourself !!!!'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-111870438065808713</id><published>2005-06-14T00:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T00:13:00.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>breath no more...</title><content type='html'>[Piano Solo Opening]&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking in the mirror for so long.&lt;br /&gt;That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;All the little pieces falling, shatter.&lt;br /&gt;Shards of me,&lt;br /&gt;Too sharp to put back together.&lt;br /&gt;Too small to matter,&lt;br /&gt;But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I try to touch her,&lt;br /&gt;And I bleed,I bleed,&lt;br /&gt;And I breathe,I breathe no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirits well.&lt;br /&gt;Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child.&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me,&lt;br /&gt;Convince me that I've been sick forever.&lt;br /&gt;And all of this,&lt;br /&gt;Will make sense when I get better.&lt;br /&gt;But I know the difference,&lt;br /&gt;Between myself and my reflection.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't help but to wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Which of us do you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bleed,I bleed,&lt;br /&gt;And I breathe,I breathe no...&lt;br /&gt;Bleed,I bleed,&lt;br /&gt;And I breathe,I breathe,&lt;br /&gt;I breathe-I breathe no more.&lt;br /&gt;[Piano Solo Ending]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-111870438065808713?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-111870416965182806</id><published>2005-06-14T00:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T00:09:29.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>farther away...</title><content type='html'>[Guitar Solo Open]&lt;br /&gt;I took their smiles and I made them mine.&lt;br /&gt;I sold my soul just to hide the light.&lt;br /&gt;And now I see what I really am,&lt;br /&gt;A thief a whore, and a liar.&lt;br /&gt;I run to you,&lt;br /&gt;Call out your name,&lt;br /&gt;I see you there, farther away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm numb to you - numb and deaf and blind.&lt;br /&gt;You give me all but the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;I reach but I feel only air at night.&lt;br /&gt;Not you, not love, just nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I run to you,&lt;br /&gt;Call out your name,I see you there, farther away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to forget you,&lt;br /&gt;But without you I feel nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me here, by myself.&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run to you,&lt;br /&gt;Call out your name,&lt;br /&gt;I see you there, farther away.&lt;br /&gt;I run to you,&lt;br /&gt;Call out your name,I see you there, farther away,&lt;br /&gt;Farther away,farther away,&lt;br /&gt;farther away,farther away,&lt;br /&gt;farther away...&lt;br /&gt;[Drums Solo with Guitar Background][Guitar fades out]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13160882-111870416965182806?l=tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111870416965182806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13160882&amp;postID=111870416965182806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/111870416965182806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13160882/posts/default/111870416965182806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tripsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2005/06/farther-away.html' title='farther away...'/><author><name>Tangled_up_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12298829940069756895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13160882.post-111870383161124043</id><published>2005-06-14T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T00:06:28.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughtless</title><content type='html'>Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies&lt;br /&gt;Pushing all the mercy down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you try to take a swing at me&lt;br /&gt;Come on, gonna put you on the ground, ground, ground&lt;br /&gt;Why are you trying to make fun of me?&lt;br /&gt;want you crying with your dirty ass in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my hate cannot be found&lt;br /&gt;I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming&lt;br /&gt;So you can try to tear me down&lt;br /&gt;Beat me to the ground&lt;br /&gt;I will see you screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies&lt;br /&gt;I'm above you, smiling at you, drown, drown, drown&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kill and rape you the way you raped me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll pull the triggerAnd you're down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;Why are you trying to make fun of me?&lt;br /&gt;You think it's funny?&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck you think it's doing to me?&lt;br /&gt;You take your turn lashing out at me&lt;br /&gt;I want you crying with your dirty ass in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my hate cannot be found&lt;br /&gt;I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming&lt;br /&gt;So you can try to tear me down&lt;br /&gt;Beat me to the groundI will see you screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends are gone, they died (gonna take you down)&lt;br /&gt;They all screamed, and cried (gonna take you down)&lt;br /&gt;I've got my body, got my body back against the wall&lt;br /&gt;I've got my body, got my body back against the wall&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take you down&lt;br /&gt;[repeat 2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my body, got my body back against the wall&lt;br /&gt;I've got my body, got my body back against the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my hate cannot be found&lt;br /&gt;I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming&lt;br /&gt;So you can try to tear me down&lt;br /&gt;Beat me to the ground&lt;br /&gt;I will see you screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my hate cannot be found&lt;br /&gt;I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming&lt;br /&gt;So you can 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