<?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-7573838</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:22:31.361Z</updated><title type='text'>Ms Crow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-115418122664042969</id><published>2006-07-29T14:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T14:53:46.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pale - Within Temptation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The world seems not the same&lt;br /&gt;Though I know nothing has changed&lt;br /&gt;It's all my state of mind&lt;br /&gt;I can't leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;I have to stand up to be stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I have to try&lt;br /&gt;To break free&lt;br /&gt;From the thoughts in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Use the time that I have&lt;br /&gt;I can say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Have to make it right&lt;br /&gt;Have to fight&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know in the end it's worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;That the pain that I feel slowly fades away&lt;br /&gt;It will be all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;I should realize&lt;br /&gt;Time is precious&lt;br /&gt;It is worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;Despite how I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;Have to trust it'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Have to stand up to be stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this night is too long&lt;br /&gt;Have no strength to go on&lt;br /&gt;No more pain I'm floating away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the mist I see the face&lt;br /&gt;Of an angel, calls my name&lt;br /&gt;I remember you're the reason I have to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bom Fds a todos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ms Crow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-115418122664042969?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115418122664042969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=115418122664042969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/115418122664042969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/115418122664042969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2006/07/pale-within-temptation.html' title='Pale - Within Temptation'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-115403233481600454</id><published>2006-07-27T21:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:32:14.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os versos que te fiz - Florbela Espanca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deixa dizer-te os lindos versos raros&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha boca tem pra te dizer!&lt;br /&gt;São talhados em mármore de Paros&lt;br /&gt;Cinzelados por mim pra te oferecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Têm dolência de veludos caros,&lt;br /&gt;São como sedas pálidas a arder...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa dizer-te os lindos versos raros&lt;br /&gt;Que foram feitos pra te endoidecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, meu Amor, eu não tos digo ainda...&lt;br /&gt;Que a boca da mulher é sempre linda&lt;br /&gt;Se dentro guarda um verso que não diz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te tanto! E nunca te beijei...&lt;br /&gt;E nesse beijo, Amor, que eu te não dei&lt;br /&gt;Guardo os versos mais lindos que te fiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A minha poetisa predilecta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um bom fim de semana a todos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bjs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-115403233481600454?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115403233481600454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=115403233481600454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/115403233481600454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/115403233481600454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2006/07/os-versos-que-te-fiz-florbela-espanca.html' title='Os versos que te fiz - Florbela Espanca'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-115014037467441321</id><published>2006-06-12T20:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T20:26:14.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para animar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um alentejano queria livrar-se de um gato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Levou-o até a uma esquina&lt;br /&gt;distante e voltou para a casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando chegou à casa, o gato já lá estava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levou-o novamente, agora para mais longe. No regresso, encontrou o gato&lt;br /&gt;novamente em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fez isso mais umas três vezes e o gato voltava sempre para casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furioso, pensou: "Vou lixar este gato!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pôs-lhe uma venda nos olhos, amarrou-o, meteu-o num saco opaco e colocou-o&lt;br /&gt;na mala do carro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Subiu à serra mais distante, entrou e saiu de diversas&lt;br /&gt;estradinhas. Deu mil voltas... e acabou por soltar o gato no meio do mato.&lt;br /&gt;Passados uns dois dias, o alentejano liga para casa pelo telemóvel...&lt;br /&gt;- Tá, Maria, o gato já chegou?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim...&lt;br /&gt;- Ainda bem, deixa-me falar com ele porque eu estou perdido...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boa semana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ms Crow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-115014037467441321?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115014037467441321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=115014037467441321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/115014037467441321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/115014037467441321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2006/06/para-animar.html' title='Para animar'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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-7573838.post-114902418714500332</id><published>2006-05-30T22:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T22:23:07.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort Minor - Where'd You Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fort Minor&lt;br /&gt;Where'd You Go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "Some days I feel like shit,&lt;br /&gt;Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,"&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why you have to always be gone,&lt;br /&gt;I get along but the trips always feel so long,&lt;br /&gt;And, I find myself trying to stay by the phone,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,&lt;br /&gt;But when I pick up I don't have much to say,&lt;br /&gt;So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the place where you used to live,&lt;br /&gt;Used to barbecue up burgers and ribs,&lt;br /&gt;Used to have a little party every Halloween with candy by the pile,&lt;br /&gt;But now, you only stop by every once and a while,&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I find myself just fillin' my time,&lt;br /&gt;With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I'm doin' fine, I plan to keep it that way,&lt;br /&gt;You can call me if you find that you have something to say,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell you, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,&lt;br /&gt;For why you're not around, and feeling so useless,&lt;br /&gt;It seems one thing has been true all along,&lt;br /&gt;You don't really know what you've got 'til it's gone,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esta música é simplesmente linda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não tenho mais palavras para descrever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Espero que gostem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ms Crow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-114902418714500332?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/114902418714500332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=114902418714500332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/114902418714500332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/114902418714500332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2006/05/fort-minor-whered-you-go.html' title='Fort Minor - Where&apos;d You Go?'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-114902304748547017</id><published>2006-05-29T21:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T22:20:15.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraíso e Inferno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/resort-islands.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="281" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/resort-islands.0.jpg" width="343" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O PARAÍSO É UM LUGAR ONDE:&lt;br /&gt;- A polícia é britânica;&lt;br /&gt;- Os cozinheiros são franceses;&lt;br /&gt;- Os mecânicos são alemães;&lt;br /&gt;- Os amantes são portugueses;&lt;br /&gt;- E tudo é organizado por suíços...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O INFERNO É UM LUGAR ONDE:&lt;br /&gt;- A polícia é alemã;&lt;br /&gt;- Os cozinheiros são ingleses;&lt;br /&gt;- Os mecânicos são franceses;&lt;br /&gt;- Os amantes são suíços;&lt;br /&gt;- E tudo é organizado (e administrado) por portugueses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Boa semana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ms Crow&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/7573838-114902304748547017?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/114902304748547017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=114902304748547017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/114902304748547017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/114902304748547017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2006/05/paraso-e-inferno.html' title='Paraíso e Inferno'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-114857534503453789</id><published>2006-05-25T17:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T17:42:25.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nós sempre temos a tendência de ver coisas que não existem, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e ficar cegos para as grandes lições que estão diante de nossos olhos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jinhos a todos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ms Crow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-114857534503453789?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/114857534503453789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=114857534503453789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/114857534503453789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/114857534503453789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2006/05/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-114798159413511266</id><published>2006-05-18T20:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:46:34.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandes ensinamentos dados por gente pequena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Se gostavas de ter um cão, começa por pedir um cavalo." Luis - 13 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nunca te metas com uma miúda que já te bateu uma vez" Pedro - 9 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se a tua mãe esteve a discutir com o teu pai, não a deixes pentear-te." Sara - 12 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se quiseres dar banho a um gato, prepara-te para tomares um também." João - 10 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nunca se deve confiar num cão para guardar a nossa comida." Gonçalo - 11 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nunca entre numa corrida com os atacadores desapertados." André - 12 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quantos mais erros faço mais esperta fico." Inês - 8 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Há muitas coisas que a gente sabe e que as notas não dizem." Rita - 10 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando as coisas estão escritas em letras pequenas é porque são importantes." Diogo - 10 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATRACÇÃO FATAL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nao sei. Acho que é por causa do cheiro das pessoas. Por isso é que os perfumes e os desodorizantes são tão populares." João- 9 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Primeiro temos que ser atingidos por uma seta. Depois,deixa de ser uma experiência dolorosa." Helena - 8 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se uma pessoa tiver sardas, ela vai-se sentir atraida por outra que também tenha sardas." André - 6 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A IDADE CERTA PARA CASAR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aos oitenta e quatro anos, porque nesta idade ja não precisamos de trabalhar e podemos passar o dia inteiro a namorar com a outra pessoa." Julia - 8 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu vou-me casar assim que sair do infantário." Tomas - 5 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOLTEIRO OU CASADO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As raparigas devem ficar solteiras. Os rapazes devem casar-se para terem alguém que lhes limpe a roupa e lhes faça a comida." Catarina - 9 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fico com dor de cabeça só de pensar nesse assunto. Sou muito pequena para pensar nesses problemas." Lina - 9 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uma das pessoas deve saber preencher um cheque. Mesmo que haja muito amor, é sempre necessário pagar as contas." Eva - 8 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANTER UMA RELAÇÃO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Passar a maior parte do tempo a namorar em vez de irmos trabalhar." Tomás - 7 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não esquecer o nome da namorada. Isso estragava tudo!" Ricardo- 8 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pôr o lixo lá fora todos os dias." Guilherme - 5 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nunca dizer a uma pessoa que se gosta dela se não for verdade." Pedro - 9 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELEZA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não tem a ver com sermos bonitos ou não. Eu sou bonito e ainda não encontrei ninguém para casar comigo." Ricardo - 7 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TÁCTICAS INFALÍVEIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Diz a toda a gente o quanto gostas dela. E não te importes se os pais dela estiverem ao pé." Manuel - 8 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Levá-la a comer batatas fritas, costuma funcionar." Bernardo - 9 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu gosto de hamburgueres e também gosto de ti." Luis- 6 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abanamos as ancas e rezamos para que tudo corra pelo melhor." Carla - 9 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMOR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O amor é a melhor coisa que existe no mundo. Mas o futebol ainda é melhor!" Guilherme - 8 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sou a favor do amor, desde que ele não aconteça quando estão a dar desenhos animados." Ana - 6 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O amor encontramos mesmo quando nós tentamos nos esconder dele. Eu fujo dele desde os 5 anos mas as raparigas conseguem sempre encontrar-me." Nuno - 8 anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O amor é a loucura. Mas quero experimentar um dia." Fabio - 9 anos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beijos a todos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ms Crow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-114798159413511266?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/114798159413511266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=114798159413511266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/114798159413511266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/114798159413511266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2006/05/grandes-ensinamentos-dados-por-gente.html' title='Grandes ensinamentos dados por gente pequena'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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-7573838.post-114660427151038382</id><published>2006-05-02T22:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:11:11.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É triste não ter amigos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" É triste não ter amigos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda mais triste é não ter inimigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque, quem não tem inimigos, é sinal que não tem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem talento que faça sombra,&lt;br /&gt;Nem carácter que impressione,&lt;br /&gt;Nem coragem para que o temam,&lt;br /&gt;Nem honra contra a qual murmurem,&lt;br /&gt;Nem bens que lhe cobicem,&lt;br /&gt;Nem coisa alguma que lhe invejem..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Voltaire)&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/7573838-114660427151038382?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/114660427151038382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=114660427151038382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/114660427151038382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/114660427151038382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2006/05/triste-no-ter-amigos.html' title='É triste não ter amigos?'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-114608365764666554</id><published>2006-04-26T21:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T21:40:54.910+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrato princesa desconhecida - Sophia Mello Breyner Andresen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/cinderela.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/cinderela.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que ela tivesse um pescoço tão fino&lt;br /&gt;Para que os seus pulsos tivessem um quebrar de caule&lt;br /&gt;Para que os seus olhos fossem tão frontais e limpos&lt;br /&gt;Para que a sua espinha fosse tão direita&lt;br /&gt;E ela usasse a cabeça tão erguida&lt;br /&gt;Com uma tão simples claridade sobre a testa&lt;br /&gt;Foram necessárias sucessivas gerações de escravos&lt;br /&gt;De corpo dobrado e grossas mãos pacientes&lt;br /&gt;Servindo sucessivas gerações de príncipes&lt;br /&gt;Ainda um pouco toscos e grosseiros&lt;br /&gt;Ávidos cruéis e fraudulentos&lt;br /&gt;Foi um imenso desperdiçar de gente&lt;br /&gt;Para que ela fosse aquela perfeição&lt;br /&gt;Solitária exilada sem destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen&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/7573838-114608365764666554?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/114608365764666554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=114608365764666554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/114608365764666554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/114608365764666554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2006/04/retrato-princesa-desconhecida-sophia.html' title='Retrato princesa desconhecida - Sophia Mello Breyner Andresen'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-114518008862967703</id><published>2006-04-16T10:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T10:34:48.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As melhores participações de seguros do ramo automóvel em Portugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Descrição de ocorrências nas participações de sinistro do ramo&lt;br /&gt;automóvel, consideradas as mais"caricatas&amp;quanto baste"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. O falecido apareceu a correr e desapareceu debaixo do meu carro.&lt;br /&gt;(das duas uma: ou era atleta ou mágico!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Para evitar bater de frente no contentor do lixo, atropelei um peão.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(o importante é q não acertou no contentor do lixo!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. O acidente aconteceu quando a porta direita de um carro apareceu&lt;br /&gt;de esquina sem fazer sinal.&lt;br /&gt;(autêntico caso de Ficheiros Secretos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A culpa do acidente não foi de ninguém, mas não teria acontecido&lt;br /&gt;se o outro condutor viesse com atenção.&lt;br /&gt;(desde que a culpa não seja de ninguém...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Aprendi a conduzir sem direcção assistida. Quando girei o volante&lt;br /&gt;no meu carro novo, dei comigo na direcção oposta e fora de mão!&lt;br /&gt;(a culpa aqui também não é de ninguém, mas se o tivessem ensinado a&lt;br /&gt;conduzir com direcção assistida isso não teria acontecido!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. O peão bateu-me e foi para baixo do carro.&lt;br /&gt;(malditos peões, só servem para destabilizar...só para chamarem a&lt;br /&gt;atenção... malditos arruaceiros!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. O peão não sabia para onde ia, então eu atropelei-o!&lt;br /&gt;(ora lá está! Mais uma vez a tentarem destabilizar! Mas assim ao menos ficou o caso resolvido...hospital com ele!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Vi um velho enrolado, de cara triste,quando ele caiu do tejadilho&lt;br /&gt;do meu carro.&lt;br /&gt;(It's raining men...ALELUIA!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Eu tinha a certeza que o velho não conseguia chegar ao outro lado&lt;br /&gt;da estrada, por isso atropelei-o.&lt;br /&gt;(ora aí está! Tá feita a boa acção do dia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Fui cuspido para fora do carro, quando ele saiu da estrada. Mais&lt;br /&gt;tarde fui encontrado numa vala por umas vacas perdidas.&lt;br /&gt;(se as vacas estavam perdidas, ele foi achado ou perdido?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Pensei que o meu vidro estava aberto, mas descobri que estava&lt;br /&gt;fechado quando pus a cabeça de fora.&lt;br /&gt;(e assim que ele viu as vacas, estas ficaram achadas ou continuaram perdidas?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Bati contra um carro parado que vinha em direcção contrária.&lt;br /&gt;(ora aí está uma coisa perigosa! Esses são os piores.... todo o cuidado é pouco quando eles&lt;br /&gt;estão parados...sobretudo se vierem em direcção contrária!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Saí do estacionamento, olhei para a cara da minha sogra e caí&lt;br /&gt;pela ribanceira abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;(nova campanha da DGV:"Se conduzir, não leve a sogra" )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. O tipo andava aos ziguezagues de um lado para o outro da&lt;br /&gt;estrada. Tive que me desviar uma porção de vezes antes de o atropelar.&lt;br /&gt;(mas o importante é que conseguiu ! Há que ir sempre tentando e ter orgulho na pontaria!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Já conduzia há 40 anos, quando adormeci ao volante e sofri o acidente.&lt;br /&gt;( é perfeitamente natural,então se o senhor conduz há tantos anos&lt;br /&gt;deve, com certeza, estar muito cansado!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Um carro invisível veio de não sei onde, bateu no meu carro e desapareceu.&lt;br /&gt;(Mais um caso para Mulder e Scully.... ou então para os Alcoólicos Anónimos...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. O meu carro estava estacionado correctamente, quando foi bater&lt;br /&gt;de traseira no outro carro.&lt;br /&gt;(eu bem digo que os parados são os piores.... eles andam aí!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. De regresso a casa, entrei com o meu carro na casa errada e bati numa árvore que não é minha.&lt;br /&gt;(aqui não restam dúvidas....é caso para os Alcoólicos Anónimos!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. A camioneta bateu de traseira no meu pára-brisas, em cheio na&lt;br /&gt;cabeça da minha mulher.&lt;br /&gt;(e só não foi na cabeça da sogra graças à nova campanha da DGV&lt;br /&gt;senão...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Disse à polícia que não me tinha magoado, mas quando tirei o&lt;br /&gt;chapéu percebi que tinha fracturado o crânio.&lt;br /&gt;(estava agora a lembrar-me...pertenceria o tal tipo dos ziguezagues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boa Páscoa e beijinhos a todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ms Crow&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/7573838-114518008862967703?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/114518008862967703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=114518008862967703&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/114518008862967703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/114518008862967703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2006/04/as-melhores-participaes-de-seguros-do.html' title='As melhores participações de seguros do ramo automóvel em Portugal'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-114328480347779169</id><published>2006-03-25T11:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-25T11:06:43.486Z</updated><title type='text'>Pablo Neruda: O importante é viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/fantasia_AJ.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/fantasia_AJ.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Morre lentamente quem não viaja,&lt;br /&gt;quem não lê, quem não ouve música,&lt;br /&gt;quem destrói o seu amor próprio,&lt;br /&gt;quem não se deixa ajudar".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Morre lentamente quem se transforma escravo do hábito, repetindo&lt;br /&gt;todos os dias o mesmo trajecto, quem não muda as marcas no supermercado, não arrisca vestir uma cor nova, não conversa com quem não conhece. Morre lentamente quem evita uma paixão, quem prefere o "preto no branco" e os&lt;br /&gt;"pontos nos is" a um turbilhão de emoções indomáveis, justamente as&lt;br /&gt;que resgatam brilho nos olhos, sorrisos e soluços, coração aos tropeços, sentimentos. Morre lentamente quem não vira a mesa quando está infeliz no trabalho, quem não arrisca o certo pelo incerto atrás de um sonho, quem não se permite, uma vez na vida, fugir dos conselhos sensatos. Morre lentamente quem passa os dias queixando-se da má sorte ou da Chuva incessante, desistindo de um projecto antes de iniciá-lo, não tentando um assunto que desconhece e não respondendo quando lhe indagam o que sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evitemos a morte em doses suaves, recordando sempre que estar vivo exige um esforço muito maior do que o simples acto de respirar. Estejamos vivos, então!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Neruda&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/7573838-114328480347779169?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/114328480347779169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=114328480347779169&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/114328480347779169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/114328480347779169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2006/03/pablo-neruda-o-importante-viver.html' title='Pablo Neruda: O importante é viver'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-114254066513082600</id><published>2006-03-16T20:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-16T20:24:25.150Z</updated><title type='text'>Sucesso ou Insucesso?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O sucesso resulta de cem pequenas coisas feitas de forma um pouco melhor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O insucesso, de cem pequenas coisas feitas de forma um pouco pior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Henry_Kissinger)&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/7573838-114254066513082600?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/114254066513082600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=114254066513082600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/114254066513082600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/114254066513082600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2006/03/sucesso-ou-insucesso.html' title='Sucesso ou Insucesso?'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-114164726811514656</id><published>2006-03-06T12:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T12:14:28.116Z</updated><title type='text'>Vaidade - Florbela Espanca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/Florbela%20Espanca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/Florbela%20Espanca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sonho que sou a Poetisa eleita,&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que diz tudo e tudo sabe,&lt;br /&gt;Que tem a inspiração pura e perfeita,&lt;br /&gt;Que reúne num verso a imensidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonho que um verso meu tem claridade&lt;br /&gt;Para encher o mundo! E que deleita&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo aqueles que morrem de saudade!&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo os de alma profunda e insatisfeita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonho que sou Alguém cá neste mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Aquela de saber vasto e profundo,&lt;br /&gt;Aos pés de quem a Terra anda curvada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando mais no céu eu vou sonhando,&lt;br /&gt;E quando mais no alto ando voando,&lt;br /&gt;Acordo do meu sonho... E não sou nada!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florbela Espanca&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/7573838-114164726811514656?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/114164726811514656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=114164726811514656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/114164726811514656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/114164726811514656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2006/03/vaidade-florbela-espanca.html' title='Vaidade - Florbela Espanca'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-114164685719988616</id><published>2006-03-05T12:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T12:15:16.296Z</updated><title type='text'>Alguém sabe explicar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque é que os filmes de batalhas espaciais têm explosões tão barulhentas se o som não se propaga no vácuo ??&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/7573838-114164685719988616?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/114164685719988616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=114164685719988616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/114164685719988616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/114164685719988616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2006/03/algum-sabe-explicar.html' title='Alguém sabe explicar?'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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-7573838.post-114019116404104768</id><published>2006-02-17T15:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-17T15:47:41.306Z</updated><title type='text'>Só mesmo em Portugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/mail.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acho que a imagem diz tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um português que seja bom português coloca sempre o estômago em primeiro lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Beijinhos a todos&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/7573838-114019116404104768?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/114019116404104768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=114019116404104768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/114019116404104768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/114019116404104768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2006/02/s-mesmo-em-portugal.html' title='Só mesmo em Portugal'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-113905568892184660</id><published>2006-02-04T12:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-04T12:21:28.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Minha culpa - Florbela Espanca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/C??pia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sei lá! Sei lá! Eu sei lá bem&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou? Um fogo-fátuo, uma miragem...&lt;br /&gt;Sou um reflexo... um canto de paisagem&lt;br /&gt;Ou apenas cenário! Um vaivém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como a sorte: hoje aqui, depois além!&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá quem sou? Sei lá! Sou a roupagem&lt;br /&gt;De um doido que partiu numa romagem&lt;br /&gt;E nunca mais voltou! Eu sei lá quem!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um verme que um dia quis ser astro...&lt;br /&gt;Uma estátua truncada de alabastro..&lt;br /&gt;Uma chaga sangrenta do Senhor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá quem sou?! Sei lá! Cumprindo os fados,&lt;br /&gt;Num mundo de maldades e pecados,&lt;br /&gt;Sou mais um mau, sou mais um pecador...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florbela Espanca &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/7573838-113905568892184660?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/113905568892184660/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=113905568892184660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113905568892184660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113905568892184660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2006/02/minha-culpa-florbela-espanca.html' title='Minha culpa - Florbela Espanca'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-113874156695756226</id><published>2006-01-31T21:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:16:09.030Z</updated><title type='text'>Ao meu avô</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Surdo, Subterrâneo Rio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Surdo, subterrâneo rio de palavras&lt;br /&gt;me corre lento pelo corpo todo;&lt;br /&gt;amor sem margens onde a lua rompe&lt;br /&gt;e nimba de luar o próprio lodo.&lt;br /&gt;Correr do tempo ou só rumor do frio&lt;br /&gt;onde o amor se perde e a razão de amar,&lt;br /&gt;surdo, subterrâneo, impiedoso rio,&lt;br /&gt;para onde vais, sem eu poder ficar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eugénio de Andrade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.s - Faz hoje 4 anos que partiste, em mim, sinto tanta tristeza e saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um beijo da neta do meio que sente muito a tua falta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ficarás para sempre no meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paula Catarina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-113874156695756226?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/113874156695756226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=113874156695756226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113874156695756226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113874156695756226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2006/01/ao-meu-av.html' title='Ao meu avô'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-113744270823681637</id><published>2006-01-16T20:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-16T20:18:28.236Z</updated><title type='text'>Anywhere - Evanescence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear my love, haven't you wanted to be with me&lt;br /&gt;And dear my love, haven't you longed to be free&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep pretending that I don't even know you&lt;br /&gt;And at sweet night, you are my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving here tonight&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to tell anyone&lt;br /&gt;They'd only hold us down&lt;br /&gt;So by the morning's light&lt;br /&gt;We'll be half way to anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Where love is more than just your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dreamt of a place for you and I&lt;br /&gt;No one knows who we are there&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to give my life only to you&lt;br /&gt;I've dreamt so long I cannot dream anymore&lt;br /&gt;Let's run away, I'll take you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving here tonight&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to tell anyone&lt;br /&gt;They'd only hold us down&lt;br /&gt;So by the morning's light&lt;br /&gt;We'll be half way to anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Where no one needs a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget this life&lt;br /&gt;Come with me&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back, you're safe now&lt;br /&gt;Unlock your heart&lt;br /&gt;Drop your guard&lt;br /&gt;No one's left to stop you&lt;br /&gt;Forget this life&lt;br /&gt;Come with me&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back, you're safe now&lt;br /&gt;Unlock your heart&lt;br /&gt;Drop your guard&lt;br /&gt;No one's left to stop you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving here tonight&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to tell anyone&lt;br /&gt;They'd only hold us down&lt;br /&gt;So by the morning's light&lt;br /&gt;We'll be half way to anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Where love is more than just your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-113744270823681637?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/113744270823681637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=113744270823681637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113744270823681637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113744270823681637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2006/01/anywhere-evanescence.html' title='Anywhere - Evanescence'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-113744215906825253</id><published>2006-01-16T20:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-16T20:09:19.083Z</updated><title type='text'>Having a Bad day ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/ATT004782.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/ATT004782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; P.s...&lt;br /&gt;Era tão bom que cada vez que nos surgisse um problema,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;simplesmente pudessemos fazer como ele...&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/7573838-113744215906825253?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/113744215906825253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=113744215906825253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113744215906825253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113744215906825253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2006/01/having-bad-day.html' title='Having a Bad day ???'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-113732847616995584</id><published>2006-01-15T12:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-15T12:34:36.186Z</updated><title type='text'>A única realidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A única realidade da vida é a sensação. A única realidade em arte é a&lt;br /&gt;consciência da sensação."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Porque quem ama nunca sabe o que ama&lt;br /&gt;Nem sabe porque ama, nem sabe o que é amar..."&lt;br /&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&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/7573838-113732847616995584?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/113732847616995584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=113732847616995584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113732847616995584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113732847616995584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2006/01/nica-realidade.html' title='A única realidade'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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-7573838.post-113587069231116348</id><published>2005-12-29T15:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-29T15:38:12.323Z</updated><title type='text'>Como reagias?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um individuo faz o check-in num hotel na Austrália.&lt;br /&gt;Havia um computador no quarto, por isso pensou enviar um e-mail à mulher.&lt;br /&gt;Contudo, ao escrever o endereço engana-se, e sem que desse pelo erro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;envia o e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;Algures em Houston, uma viúva chega do funeral do marido.&lt;br /&gt;A viúva decide ir àsua caixa de correio electrónico na expectativa de&lt;br /&gt;encontrar mensagens de familiares e amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Após ler a primeira mensagem, ela desmaia.&lt;br /&gt;O filho entra no quarto a correr, encontra a mãe no chão, e repara no ecrã&lt;br /&gt;do computador que diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para: Minha querida esposa&lt;br /&gt;Assunto: Já cheguei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Data: 3 Junho, 2005&lt;br /&gt;Sei que estás admirada por receberes notícias minhas, eles agora tem cá&lt;br /&gt;computadores, e permitem que se envie e-mails aos nossos entes queridos.&lt;br /&gt;Acabei de chegar e já me fizeram o check-in. Estou a ver que já preparam&lt;br /&gt;tudo a contar com a tua chegada amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais de momento fico, na expectativa de te ver amanhã!&lt;br /&gt;Espero que a tua viagem seja tão sossegada quanto a minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Está um calor abrasador cá em baixo! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/7573838-113587069231116348?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/113587069231116348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=113587069231116348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113587069231116348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113587069231116348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/12/como-reagias.html' title='Como reagias?'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-113320699572444763</id><published>2005-11-28T19:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-28T19:43:15.736Z</updated><title type='text'>Canção Grata - Florbela Espanca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por tudo o que me deste&lt;br /&gt;inquietação cuidado&lt;br /&gt;um pouco de ternura&lt;br /&gt;é certo mas tão pouca&lt;br /&gt;Noites de insónia&lt;br /&gt;Pelas ruas como louca&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada, obrigada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por aquela tão doce&lt;br /&gt;e tão breve ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Embora nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;Depois de que a vi desfeita&lt;br /&gt;Eu volte a ser quem fui&lt;br /&gt;Sem ironia aceita&lt;br /&gt;A minha gratidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que bem que me faz agora&lt;br /&gt;o mal que me fizeste&lt;br /&gt;Mais forte e mais serena&lt;br /&gt;E livre e descuidada&lt;br /&gt;Sem ironia amor obrigada&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por tudo o que me deste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por aquela tão doce&lt;br /&gt;e tão breve ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Embora nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;Depois de que a vi desfeita&lt;br /&gt;Eu volte a ser quem fui&lt;br /&gt;Sem ironia aceita&lt;br /&gt;A minha gratidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florbela Espanca &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/7573838-113320699572444763?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/113320699572444763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=113320699572444763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113320699572444763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113320699572444763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/11/cano-grata-florbela-espanca.html' title='Canção Grata - Florbela Espanca'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-113215837669634633</id><published>2005-11-16T16:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-16T16:26:16.696Z</updated><title type='text'>Enya - Only Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who can say where the road goes,&lt;br /&gt;Where the day flows?&lt;br /&gt;Only time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who can say if your love grows,&lt;br /&gt;As your heart chose?&lt;br /&gt;Only time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can say why your heart sighs,&lt;br /&gt;As your love flies?&lt;br /&gt;Only time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who can say why your heart cries,&lt;br /&gt;When your love dies?&lt;br /&gt;Only time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can say when the roads meet,&lt;br /&gt;That love might be,&lt;br /&gt;In your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who can say when the day sleeps,&lt;br /&gt;The moon still keeps on moving&lt;br /&gt;If the night keeps all your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Night keeps all your heart... &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/7573838-113215837669634633?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/113215837669634633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=113215837669634633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113215837669634633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113215837669634633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/11/enya-only-time.html' title='Enya - Only Time'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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-7573838.post-113156096722040563</id><published>2005-11-09T18:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-09T18:32:23.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Atitude perante a derrota...eh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um soldado português destacado no estrangeiro recebe uma carta da noiva em&lt;br /&gt;Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;A carta dizia o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;Querido Luis:&lt;br /&gt;Não posso continuar com esta relação. A distância que nos separa é&lt;br /&gt;demasiado grande. Tenho que admitir que te fui infiel duas vezes desde que&lt;br /&gt;partiste e creio que, nem tu nem eu, merecemos isto, sinto muito. Por favor&lt;br /&gt;devolve-me a foto que te enviei. Com amor, Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O soldado, muito ferido, pediu a todos os seus companheiros que lhe&lt;br /&gt;emprestassem fotos das suas noivas, irmãs, amigas, tias, primas, etc. Junto&lt;br /&gt;com a foto de Maria incluiu todas as outras fotos que havia recolhido dos&lt;br /&gt;amigos. Havia 57 fotos no envelope e uma mensagem que dizia: "Querida&lt;br /&gt;Maria: perdoa-me, não consigo recordar quem és. Por favor, procura a tua&lt;br /&gt;foto no envelope e devolve-me o resto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL: apesar de derrotado... há que SABER LIXAR O INIMIGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-113156096722040563?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/113156096722040563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=113156096722040563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113156096722040563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113156096722040563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/11/atitude-perante-derrotaeh.html' title='Atitude perante a derrota...eh'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-113129976417442960</id><published>2005-11-06T17:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-06T17:56:04.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você aprendeu alguma coisa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isto sempre parece, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;à primeira vista, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;como se tivesse perdido alguma coisa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Bernard_Shaw)&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/7573838-113129976417442960?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/113129976417442960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=113129976417442960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113129976417442960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113129976417442960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/11/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia...'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-113092710662766048</id><published>2005-11-02T10:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-02T10:25:06.643Z</updated><title type='text'>Importância da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O mais importante da vida não é a situação em que estamos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mas a direçcão para a qual nos movemos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Oliver_Wendell_Holmes)&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/7573838-113092710662766048?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/113092710662766048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=113092710662766048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113092710662766048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113092710662766048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/11/importncia-da-vida.html' title='Importância da vida'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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-7573838.post-113092751855222764</id><published>2005-10-31T10:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-02T10:32:36.253Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/cc073v.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/cc073v.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apenas para desejar um feliz aniversário a uma amiga muito querida, destas andanças...&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns a ti &lt;a href="http://fragmentosdalua.blogdrive.com/"&gt;Meia lua&lt;/a&gt;, um feliz dia e feliz Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.s - Espero que gostes da foto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma beijoca,&lt;br /&gt;Ms Crow&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/7573838-113092751855222764?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/113092751855222764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=113092751855222764&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113092751855222764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113092751855222764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/10/parabns.html' title='Parabéns...'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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-7573838.post-113069770365570092</id><published>2005-10-30T18:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-30T18:41:43.690Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor, que o gesto humano na alma escreve - Luis de Camões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amor, que o gesto humano na alma escreve,&lt;br /&gt;Vivas faíscas me mostrou um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Donde um puro cristal se derretia&lt;br /&gt;Por entre vivas rosas e alva neve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vista, que em si mesma não se atreve,&lt;br /&gt;Por se certificar do que ali via,&lt;br /&gt;Foi convertida em fonte, que fazia&lt;br /&gt;A dor ao sofrimento doce e leve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jura Amor que brandura de vontade&lt;br /&gt;Causa o primeiro efeito; o pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Endoudece, se cuida que é verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhai como Amor gera, num momento&lt;br /&gt;De lágrimas de honesta piedade,&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas de imortal contentamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luís de Camões &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/7573838-113069770365570092?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/113069770365570092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=113069770365570092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113069770365570092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113069770365570092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/10/amor-que-o-gesto-humano-na-alma.html' title='Amor, que o gesto humano na alma escreve - Luis de Camões'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-113034833610311338</id><published>2005-10-26T18:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T18:38:56.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the West - Annie Lennox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.rixtele.com/~urdskalla/Skivomslag/Annie_Lennox.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="273" alt="" src="http://home.rixtele.com/~urdskalla/Skivomslag/Annie_Lennox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Lay down,&lt;br /&gt;your sweet and weary head.&lt;br /&gt;Night is falling.&lt;br /&gt;You have come to journey’s end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep now, dream&lt;br /&gt;of ones who came before.&lt;br /&gt;They are calling,&lt;br /&gt;from across the distant shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you weep?&lt;br /&gt;What are these tears upon your face?&lt;br /&gt;Soon you will see.&lt;br /&gt;All of your fears will pass away.&lt;br /&gt;Safe in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;you’re only sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you see,&lt;br /&gt;on the horizon?&lt;br /&gt;Why do the white gulls call?&lt;br /&gt;Across the sea,&lt;br /&gt;a pale moon rises.&lt;br /&gt;The ships have come,&lt;br /&gt;to carry you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all will turn,&lt;br /&gt;to silver glass.&lt;br /&gt;A light on the water.&lt;br /&gt;All souls pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope fades,&lt;br /&gt;Into the world of night.&lt;br /&gt;Through shadows falling,&lt;br /&gt;Out of memory and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say,&lt;br /&gt;We have come now to the end.&lt;br /&gt;White shores are calling.&lt;br /&gt;You and I will meet again.&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll be here in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;Just sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you see,&lt;br /&gt;on the horizon?&lt;br /&gt;Why do the white gulls call?&lt;br /&gt;Across the sea,&lt;br /&gt;a pale moon rises.&lt;br /&gt;The ships have come,&lt;br /&gt;to carry you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all will turn,&lt;br /&gt;to silver glass.&lt;br /&gt;A light on the water.&lt;br /&gt;Grey ships pass&lt;br /&gt;Into the west. &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/7573838-113034833610311338?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/113034833610311338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=113034833610311338&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113034833610311338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113034833610311338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/10/into-west-annie-lennox.html' title='Into the West - Annie Lennox'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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-7573838.post-113026400133286993</id><published>2005-10-25T19:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T18:16:05.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/all_inclusive_caribbean_resort.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A imaginação é mais importante que o conhecimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Albert_Einstein)&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/7573838-113026400133286993?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/113026400133286993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=113026400133286993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113026400133286993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/113026400133286993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/10/pensamento.html' title='Pensamento...'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-112889094042468725</id><published>2005-10-09T21:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T21:49:00.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tortura - Florbela Espanca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/clipmotherearth94po.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/clipmotherearth94po.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tirar dentro do peito a Emoção,&lt;br /&gt;A lúcida Verdade, o Sentimento!&lt;br /&gt;- E ser, depois de vir do coração,&lt;br /&gt;Um punhado de cinza esparso ao vento!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar um verso de alto pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;E puro como um ritmo de oração!&lt;br /&gt;- E ser, depois de vir do coração,&lt;br /&gt;O pó, o nada, o sonho dum momento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São assim ocos, rudes, os meus versos:&lt;br /&gt;Rimas perdidas, vendavais dispersos,&lt;br /&gt;Com que eu iludo os outros, com que minto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera encontrar o verso puro,&lt;br /&gt;O verso altivo e forte, estranho e duro,&lt;br /&gt;Que dissesse, a chorar, isto que sinto!! &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/7573838-112889094042468725?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/112889094042468725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=112889094042468725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112889094042468725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112889094042468725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/10/tortura-florbela-espanca.html' title='Tortura - Florbela Espanca'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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-7573838.post-112868436428707574</id><published>2005-10-07T12:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T12:26:28.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Provérbios populares...Toda a verdade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A.. «Quem ri por último, é ............................retardado!&lt;br /&gt;B.. «Os últimos são sempre.......................desclassificados!&lt;br /&gt;C.. «Quem o feio ama,...................é porque vê mal como tudo!&lt;br /&gt;D.. «Deitar cedo e cedo erguer, dá.............um sono do caraças.&lt;br /&gt;E.. «Quem não arrisca, não ...............................se lixa.&lt;br /&gt;F.. «Filho de peixe.........................é tão feio como o pai!&lt;br /&gt;G.. «O pior cego é aquele que.................se recusa a ter cão.&lt;br /&gt;H.. «Quem dá aos pobres..........é estúpido porque fica com menos.&lt;br /&gt;I.. «Há males que vêm................................ para piorar.&lt;br /&gt;J.. «Gato escaldado...........................morre, naturalmente!&lt;br /&gt;K.. «Antes só do que...................com 2 violadores numa cela.&lt;br /&gt;L.. «Mais vale tarde do que..................... muito mais tarde.&lt;br /&gt;M.. «Cada macaco.................................com a sua macaca.&lt;br /&gt;N.. «Quem tem boca............................pode ir ao dentista!&lt;br /&gt;O.. «Águas passadas...................................já passaram.&lt;br /&gt;P.. «Depois da tempestade vem a....................porra da gripe!&lt;br /&gt;Q.. Mais vale um pássaro na mão que .....duas cagadelas na cabeça.&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/7573838-112868436428707574?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/112868436428707574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=112868436428707574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112868436428707574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112868436428707574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/10/provrbios-popularestoda-verdade.html' title='Provérbios populares...Toda a verdade...'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-112825500318695831</id><published>2005-10-02T13:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T13:10:03.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Provérbio Chinês</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/1278.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/1278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Se alguém está tão cansado que não possa te dar um sorriso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;deixa-lhe o teu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Provérbio_chinês)&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/7573838-112825500318695831?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/112825500318695831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=112825500318695831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112825500318695831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112825500318695831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/10/provrbio-chins.html' title='Provérbio Chinês'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-110719475307671863</id><published>2005-09-28T21:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T21:54:45.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If you´re not the one - Daniel Bedingfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you’re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?&lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call&lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know what the future brings&lt;br /&gt;But I know you are here with me now&lt;br /&gt;We’ll make it through&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don’t need you then why am I crying on my bed?&lt;br /&gt;If I don’t need you then why does your name resound in my head?&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not for me then why does this distance maim my life?&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why you’re so far away&lt;br /&gt;But I know that this much is true&lt;br /&gt;We’ll make it through&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that you could be the one I die with&lt;br /&gt;And I pray in you’re the one I build my home with&lt;br /&gt;I hope I love you all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I love you, whether it’s wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;And though I can’t be with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;And know my heart is by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I could stay in your arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.s - Alguém referiu que não saía da cabeça...Confirmo é simplesmente genial esta letra e música...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boa semana a todos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-110719475307671863?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/110719475307671863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=110719475307671863&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/110719475307671863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/110719475307671863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-youre-not-one-daniel-bedingfield.html' title='If you´re not the one - Daniel Bedingfield'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-112764562038448190</id><published>2005-09-25T11:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T23:23:55.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/Elfos_G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/Elfos_G.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meu desejo? Era ser a luva branca&lt;br /&gt;Que essa tua gentil mãozinha aperta;&lt;br /&gt;A camélia que murcha no teu seio,&lt;br /&gt;O anjo que por te ver do céu deserta... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu desejo? Era ser o sapatinho&lt;br /&gt;Que teu mimoso pé no baile encerra...&lt;br /&gt;A esperança que sonhas no futuro,&lt;br /&gt;As saudades que tens aqui na terra... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu desejo? Era ser o cortinado&lt;br /&gt;Que não conta os mistérios de teu leito;&lt;br /&gt;Era de teu colar de negra seda&lt;br /&gt;Ser a cruz com que dormes sobre o peito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu desejo? Era ser o teu espelho&lt;br /&gt;Que mais bela te vê quando deslaças&lt;br /&gt;Do baile as roupas de escomilha e flores&lt;br /&gt;E mira-te amoroso as nuas graças! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu desejo? Era ser desse teu leito&lt;br /&gt;De cambraia o lençol, o travesseiro&lt;br /&gt;Com que velas o seio, onde repousas,&lt;br /&gt;Solto o cabelo, o rosto feiticeiro... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu desejo? Era ser a voz da terra&lt;br /&gt;Que da estrela do céu ouvisse amor!&lt;br /&gt;Ser o amante que sonhas, que desejas&lt;br /&gt;Nas cismas encantadas de langor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Álvares de Azevedo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-112764562038448190?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/112764562038448190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=112764562038448190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112764562038448190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112764562038448190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/09/meu-desejo.html' title='Meu desejo'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-112749889200635864</id><published>2005-09-23T19:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T19:08:12.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Within Temptation - Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/albumthesilentforce0yg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/albumthesilentforce0yg1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [Whisper] Memories, memories, memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world you tried&lt;br /&gt;Not leaving me alone behind&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way&lt;br /&gt;I'll pray to the gods: let him stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories ease the pain inside&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;All of my memories&lt;br /&gt;Keep you near&lt;br /&gt;It's all about us&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you'd be here&lt;br /&gt;All of my memories&lt;br /&gt;Keep you near&lt;br /&gt;The silent whispers&lt;br /&gt;The silent tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me promise I'd try&lt;br /&gt;To find my way back in this life&lt;br /&gt;I hope there is away&lt;br /&gt;To give me a sign you're okay&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me again&lt;br /&gt;It's worth it all&lt;br /&gt;So I can go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together in all these memories&lt;br /&gt;I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;All the memories I hold dear&lt;br /&gt;Darling you know I love you till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&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/7573838-112749889200635864?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/112749889200635864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=112749889200635864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112749889200635864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112749889200635864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/09/within-temptation-memories.html' title='Within Temptation - Memories'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-112741899616143997</id><published>2005-09-22T20:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T20:56:36.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O verdadeiro sábio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/fantasia_AC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="329" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/fantasia_AC.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; O verdadeiro sábio não é aquele que classifica os seres humanos em bons ou ruins, mas sim, aquele que consegue encontrar qualidades que os tornam todos iguais.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-112741899616143997?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/112741899616143997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=112741899616143997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112741899616143997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112741899616143997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/09/o-verdadeiro-sbio.html' title='O verdadeiro sábio'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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-7573838.post-112662910324500872</id><published>2005-09-13T17:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T17:31:43.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A mais pura das verdades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/ursobonitinho.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/ursobonitinho.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Viver é a coisa mais rara do mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A maioria das pessoas apenas existe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Oscar_Wilde)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-112662910324500872?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/112662910324500872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=112662910324500872&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112662910324500872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112662910324500872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/09/mais-pura-das-verdades.html' title='A mais pura das verdades'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-112662804770011450</id><published>2005-09-13T17:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T17:23:20.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque ela também merece...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/IMAG0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/IMAG0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uma homenagem à &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;minha linda cadela Shelby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A coisa mais fofinha que existe...&lt;/span&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/7573838-112662804770011450?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/112662804770011450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=112662804770011450&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112662804770011450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112662804770011450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/09/porque-ela-tambm-merece.html' title='Porque ela também merece...'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-112646081317393706</id><published>2005-09-11T18:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T18:46:53.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A casa do tempo perdido - Carlos Drummond de Andrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/casa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/casa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Bati no portão do tempo perdido, ninguém atendeu.&lt;br /&gt;Bati segunda vez e mais outra e mais outra.&lt;br /&gt;Resposta nenhuma.&lt;br /&gt;A casa do tempo perdido está coberta de hera&lt;br /&gt;pela metade; a outra metade são cinzas.&lt;br /&gt;Casa onde não mora ninguém, e eu batendo e chamando&lt;br /&gt;pela dor de chamar e não ser escutado.&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente bater. O eco devolve&lt;br /&gt;minha ânsia de entreabrir esses paços gelados.&lt;br /&gt;A noite e o dia se confundem no esperar,&lt;br /&gt;no bater e bater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo perdido certamente não existe.&lt;br /&gt;É o casarão vazio e condenado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-112646081317393706?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/112646081317393706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=112646081317393706&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112646081317393706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112646081317393706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/09/casa-do-tempo-perdido-carlos-drummond.html' title='A casa do tempo perdido - Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-112621055449691453</id><published>2005-09-08T21:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T21:15:54.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>És pequenina - Florbela Espanca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/3y34u.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/3y34u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; És pequenina e ris... A boca breve&lt;br /&gt;É um pequeno idílio cor-de-rosa...&lt;br /&gt;Haste de lírio frágil e mimoso!&lt;br /&gt;Cofre de beijos feito sonho e neve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doce quimera que a nossa alma deve&lt;br /&gt;Ao Céu que assim te fez tão graciosa!&lt;br /&gt;Que nesta vida amarga e tormentosa&lt;br /&gt;Te fez nascer como um perfume leve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ver o teu olhar faz bem à gente...&lt;br /&gt;E cheira e sabe, a nossa boca, a flores&lt;br /&gt;Quando o teu nome diz, suavemente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pequenina que a Mãe de Deus sonhou,&lt;br /&gt;Que ela afaste de ti aquelas dores&lt;br /&gt;Que fizeram de mim isto que sou! &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/7573838-112621055449691453?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/112621055449691453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=112621055449691453&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112621055449691453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112621055449691453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/09/s-pequenina-florbela-espanca.html' title='És pequenina - Florbela Espanca'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-112567228750925316</id><published>2005-09-02T15:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T15:45:33.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Festa do Avante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/lateral-d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/lateral-d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A verdadeira festa, está de volta.&lt;br /&gt;Para quem ainda não sabe, durante este fim-de-semana, decorre na Atalaia (Amora, Margem sul), a festa do Avante...&lt;br /&gt;A festa do partido comunista que reune todo o tipo de pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho lá à mais de 6 anos, num bar particular chamado STATT, para quem conhece bem o recinto, fica mesmo ao pé do lago...e pode dizer-se que durante 3 dias tenho alma comunista...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não se acanhem, venham à festa do Avante, vão ver que não se arrependem...&lt;br /&gt;Beijocas e bom fim-de-semana a todos&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/7573838-112567228750925316?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/112567228750925316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=112567228750925316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112567228750925316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112567228750925316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/09/festa-do-avante.html' title='Festa do Avante'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-112549803978626339</id><published>2005-08-31T15:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T15:20:39.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven is a place on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/fallingwaterscard_w_%26%26181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh baby do you know what that's worth?&lt;br /&gt;Oohh, heaven is a place on earth.&lt;br /&gt;The say in heaven, love comes first.&lt;br /&gt;We'll make heaven a place on earth.&lt;br /&gt;Oohh, heaven is a place on earth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night falls down,&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you, and you come around.&lt;br /&gt;And the world's alive,&lt;br /&gt;With the sound of kids on the street outside.&lt;br /&gt;When you walk into the room,&lt;br /&gt;You pull me close and we start to move,&lt;br /&gt;And we're spinning with the stars above,&lt;br /&gt;And you lift me up in a wave of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I feel alone,&lt;br /&gt;I reach or you and you bring me home,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm lost at sea,&lt;br /&gt;I hear your vocie, and it carries me.&lt;br /&gt;In this world we're just beginning,&lt;br /&gt;To understand the miracle of living,&lt;br /&gt;Baby I was afraid before,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid, anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven...&lt;br /&gt;Heaven...&lt;br /&gt;Heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world we're just beginning,&lt;br /&gt;To understand the miracle of living,&lt;br /&gt;Baby I was afraid before,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid , anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s - Ao passar por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cadacaso.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cada caso blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; a vi, como forma de relembrar...aqui vai a letra original da mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boa semana a todos&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/7573838-112549803978626339?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/112549803978626339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=112549803978626339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112549803978626339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112549803978626339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/08/heaven-is-place-on-earth.html' title='Heaven is a place on Earth'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-112490105260708539</id><published>2005-08-24T17:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T17:30:52.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Inch Nails - Dead Souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/TheCrow2.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/TheCrow2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; NINE INCH NAILS - Dead Souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone take these dreams away&lt;br /&gt;that point me to another day&lt;br /&gt;A duel of personalities&lt;br /&gt;That stretch all true reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They keep calling me&lt;br /&gt;Keep on calling me&lt;br /&gt;They keep calling me&lt;br /&gt;Keep on calling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When figures from the past stand tall&lt;br /&gt;and mocking voices ring the hall&lt;br /&gt;Imperialistic house of prayer&lt;br /&gt;Conquistadores who took their share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They keep calling me&lt;br /&gt;Keep on calling me&lt;br /&gt;They keep calling me&lt;br /&gt;Keep on calling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling me, calling me [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They keep calling me&lt;br /&gt;Keep on calling me&lt;br /&gt;They keep calling me&lt;br /&gt;Keep on calling me &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/7573838-112490105260708539?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/112490105260708539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=112490105260708539&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112490105260708539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112490105260708539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/08/nine-inch-nails-dead-souls.html' title='Nine Inch Nails - Dead Souls'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-112418211000913439</id><published>2005-08-16T09:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T09:49:35.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The crow eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/cc004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/cc004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the nights sky&lt;br /&gt;they watch.&lt;br /&gt;The eyes, with their darkness&lt;br /&gt;so deep, they look upon us all.&lt;br /&gt;As I rise, I see all.&lt;br /&gt;I see the one's who have done harm&lt;br /&gt;on the one's I love.&lt;br /&gt;They took away my true love,&lt;br /&gt;the one I gave my heart to.&lt;br /&gt;But now as I awaken, I will get my revenge.&lt;br /&gt;They will pay one by one, they will &lt;br /&gt;Feel the pain I've felt.&lt;br /&gt;As I look around I see the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;With the darkness and depth, so deep.&lt;br /&gt;I now see all, and I know how I will reign,&lt;br /&gt;After I will rest so restfully.&lt;br /&gt;Because I know the eyes will always &lt;br /&gt;watch, and as they watch I will watch, the eyes of&lt;br /&gt;the Crow, will never betray me...&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/7573838-112418211000913439?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/112418211000913439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=112418211000913439&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112418211000913439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112418211000913439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/08/crow-eyes.html' title='The crow eyes'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-112370883584510265</id><published>2005-08-10T22:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T22:24:13.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Recordações de uma vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/cc068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/cc068.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordações,&lt;br /&gt;Memórias passadas,&lt;br /&gt;tempos perdidos,&lt;br /&gt;sentimentos guardados,&lt;br /&gt;alguns com muita alegria,&lt;br /&gt;outros com tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;mas mais significantes aqueles,&lt;br /&gt;que nos marcaram para toda a vida...&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/7573838-112370883584510265?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/112370883584510265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=112370883584510265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112370883584510265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112370883584510265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/08/recordaes-de-uma-vida.html' title='Recordações de uma vida...'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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-7573838.post-112360320905941654</id><published>2005-08-09T16:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T17:10:15.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Regresso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/cc014v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/cc014v.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltei,&lt;br /&gt;numa noite de halloween,&lt;br /&gt;Para combater,&lt;br /&gt;aquilo que estava errado,&lt;br /&gt;voltei,&lt;br /&gt;numa noite de chuva,&lt;br /&gt;para restabelecer o equilíbrio,&lt;br /&gt;a minha raiva me tornou forte,&lt;br /&gt;Para vingar aquele que o meu amor matou...&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/7573838-112360320905941654?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/112360320905941654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=112360320905941654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112360320905941654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112360320905941654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/08/regresso.html' title='Regresso'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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-7573838.post-112343425454456818</id><published>2005-08-07T18:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T18:04:14.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe In Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/cc021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/400/cc021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-112343425454456818?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/112343425454456818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=112343425454456818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112343425454456818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112343425454456818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/08/believe-in-angels.html' title='Believe In Angels'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-112219931815586458</id><published>2005-07-24T10:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:15:15.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I´m Not Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/crow_33.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/crow_33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Do not stand at my grave and weep;&lt;br /&gt;I´m not there. I do not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I´m a thousand winds that blow;&lt;br /&gt;I´m a diamond glints of snow;&lt;br /&gt;I´m sunlight on ripened grain;&lt;br /&gt;I´m gentle autumn's rain.&lt;br /&gt;When you awaken in the morning's hush;&lt;br /&gt;I´m the swift uplifting rush&lt;br /&gt;of quiet birds encircled flight&lt;br /&gt;I´m the soft star that shines at night&lt;br /&gt;Do not stand at my grave and cry;&lt;br /&gt;I´m not there, I did not die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-112219931815586458?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/112219931815586458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=112219931815586458&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112219931815586458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112219931815586458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-not-dead.html' title='I´m Not Dead'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-112151723148308968</id><published>2005-07-16T13:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T13:33:51.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/faeryofinnocence_&amp;&amp;amp;18.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/faeryofinnocence_%26%2618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Saudades! Sim... talvez... e porque não?...&lt;br /&gt;Se o nosso sonho foi tão alto e forte&lt;br /&gt;Que bem pensara vê-lo até à morte&lt;br /&gt;Deslumbrar-me de luz o coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer! Para quê?... Ah! como é vão!&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo isso, Amor, nos não importe.&lt;br /&gt;Se ele deixou beleza que conforte&lt;br /&gt;Deve-nos ser sagrado como pão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes, Amor, já te esqueci,&lt;br /&gt;Para mais doidamente me lembrar,&lt;br /&gt;Mais doidamente me lembrar de ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem dera que fosse sempre assim:&lt;br /&gt;Quanto menos quisesse recordar&lt;br /&gt;Mais a saudade andasse presa a mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florbela Espanca &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/7573838-112151723148308968?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/112151723148308968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=112151723148308968&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112151723148308968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112151723148308968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/07/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-112058154541339782</id><published>2005-07-05T17:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T17:39:05.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Homenagem ao verdadeiro amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/kj.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/kj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; O meu amigo dos bons e maus momentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parece um metaleiro...&lt;/span&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/7573838-112058154541339782?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/112058154541339782/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=112058154541339782&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112058154541339782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112058154541339782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/07/homenagem-ao-verdadeiro-amigo.html' title='Homenagem ao verdadeiro amigo'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-112041475071012534</id><published>2005-07-03T19:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T19:31:40.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mil Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/1600/IMAG0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2268/408/320/IMAG0068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; De facto é caso para dizer : " Uma imagem vale mais que mil palavras".&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/7573838-112041475071012534?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/112041475071012534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=112041475071012534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112041475071012534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/112041475071012534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/07/mil-palavras.html' title='Mil Palavras'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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-7573838.post-111851694363914103</id><published>2005-06-11T20:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T20:09:03.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If Tomorrow Never Comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;That I'd see you fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;I would tuck you in more tightly&lt;br /&gt;and pray, your soul to keep,&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;that I see you walk out the door,&lt;br /&gt;I would give you a hug and a kiss&lt;br /&gt;and call you back for one more.&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;I'd hear your voice lift up in praise,&lt;br /&gt;I would videotape each action and word,&lt;br /&gt;so I could play them back day after day.&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time,&lt;br /&gt;I could spare an extra minute or two&lt;br /&gt;to stop and say "I love you,"&lt;br /&gt;instead of assuming, you know I do.&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;I would be there to share your day,&lt;br /&gt;well I'm sure you'll have so many more,&lt;br /&gt;so I can let just this one slip away.&lt;br /&gt;For surely there's always tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;to make up for an oversight,&lt;br /&gt;and we always get a second chance&lt;br /&gt;to make everything right.&lt;br /&gt;There will always be another day&lt;br /&gt;to say our "I love you's,"&lt;br /&gt;And certainly there's another chance&lt;br /&gt;to say our "Anything I can do's?&lt;br /&gt;But just in chase I might be wrong,&lt;br /&gt;and today is all I get,&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;and hope we never forget,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,&lt;br /&gt;young and old alike,&lt;br /&gt;And today may be the last chance you get&lt;br /&gt;to hold your loved one tight...&lt;br /&gt;So if your waiting for tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;why not do it today?&lt;br /&gt;For if tomorrow never comes,&lt;br /&gt;you'll surely regret the day,&lt;br /&gt;That you didn't take that extra time&lt;br /&gt;for a smile, a hug, or a kiss&lt;br /&gt;and you were too busy to grant someone,&lt;br /&gt;what turned out to be their one last wish.&lt;br /&gt;So hold your loved ones close today,&lt;br /&gt;whisper in their ear,&lt;br /&gt;Tell them how much you love them&lt;br /&gt;and that you'll always hold them dear,&lt;br /&gt;Take time to say I'm sorry," "please forgive me,"&lt;br /&gt;"thank you," or "it's okay."&lt;br /&gt;And if tomorrow never comes,&lt;br /&gt;you'll have no regrets about today. &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/7573838-111851694363914103?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111851694363914103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111851694363914103&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111851694363914103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111851694363914103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/06/if-tomorrow-never-comes.html' title='If Tomorrow Never Comes'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-111816735090101448</id><published>2005-06-07T19:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T19:02:30.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelly´s song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Angels carried you to your rightful place.&lt;br /&gt;So suddenly you were taken from me&lt;br /&gt;with a demon's haste.&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, mind, soul I see your radiance,&lt;br /&gt;warmth, and sway.&lt;br /&gt;I walk in darkness; but you are the light&lt;br /&gt;in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;So much of you is my life.&lt;br /&gt;I will avenge those who placed our happiness&lt;br /&gt;in strife.&lt;br /&gt;The deepest love cuts oh so profoundly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-111816735090101448?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111816735090101448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111816735090101448&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111816735090101448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111816735090101448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/06/shellys-song.html' title='Shelly´s song'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-111807461887846612</id><published>2005-06-06T17:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T17:16:58.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You - Dido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lyrics.com/d/dido/no.angel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tea's gone cold, I wondering why I got out of bed at all&lt;br /&gt;The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all&lt;br /&gt;And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad&lt;br /&gt;I drank too much last night, got bills to pay, my head just feels in pain&lt;br /&gt;I missed the bus and there'll be hell today, I'm late for work again&lt;br /&gt;And even if I'm there, they'll all imply that I might not last the day&lt;br /&gt;And then you call me and it's not so bad, it's not so bad and&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life&lt;br /&gt;Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life&lt;br /&gt;Push the door, I'm home at last and I'm soaking through and through&lt;br /&gt;Then you handed me a towel and all I see is you&lt;br /&gt;And even if my house falls down now, I wouldn't have a clue&lt;br /&gt;Because you're near me and&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life&lt;br /&gt;Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7573838-111807461887846612?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111807461887846612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111807461887846612&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111807461887846612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111807461887846612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/06/thank-you-dido.html' title='Thank You - Dido'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-111782861933867511</id><published>2005-06-03T20:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T20:56:59.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha homenagem a Brandon Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fechou-se a única porta de fuga,&lt;br /&gt;quebrou-se a terra,&lt;br /&gt;sangrou a estrela,&lt;br /&gt;e o homem,&lt;br /&gt;que pelo seu amor lutou,&lt;br /&gt;e ao mal não se rendeu,&lt;br /&gt;indefeso morreu.&lt;br /&gt;O seu corpo à terra voltou,&lt;br /&gt;um ano depois,&lt;br /&gt;o seu amor ressuscitou,&lt;br /&gt;um corvo,&lt;br /&gt;de novo, o libertou,&lt;br /&gt;trazendo-o de volta,&lt;br /&gt;para o mundo que o matou.&lt;br /&gt;A sua mente está atordoada,&lt;br /&gt;o seu coração despedaçado,&lt;br /&gt;e a sua sede de vingança,&lt;br /&gt;um novo destino traçou,&lt;br /&gt;pois para sempre,&lt;br /&gt;o seu eterno amor...&lt;br /&gt;vingou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em memória de Brandon Lee &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/7573838-111782861933867511?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111782861933867511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111782861933867511&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111782861933867511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111782861933867511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/06/minha-homenagem-brandon-lee.html' title='Minha homenagem a Brandon Lee'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-111766511135083220</id><published>2005-06-01T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T23:31:51.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crow´s Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://abahbnews.com/pictures/thecrow/solo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now I lay me down to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I pray the Lord my soul to keep&lt;br /&gt;If I die before I wake&lt;br /&gt;I pray the Crow my soul to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise me from the depths of woe&lt;br /&gt;Lead me hence before my foe&lt;br /&gt;Grant me power, make me strong&lt;br /&gt;Guide me as I right the wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let not my face be seen by gods&lt;br /&gt;Paint me a mask to hide my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Make it the last thing my slayer sees&lt;br /&gt;While he begs for mercy on his knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night shall blood be spilled&lt;br /&gt;As it was when I was killed&lt;br /&gt;I am Pain's angel with black wings&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, your death I bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7573838-111766511135083220?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111766511135083220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111766511135083220&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111766511135083220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111766511135083220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/06/crows-prayer.html' title='A Crow´s Prayer'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-111747715618398051</id><published>2005-05-30T19:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T19:19:16.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows of time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of time&lt;br /&gt;You will find&lt;br /&gt;Behind the mind&lt;br /&gt;There is a memory that lies&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach, to be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;But you recall what you sought then&lt;br /&gt;As the walls open to free what’s left&lt;br /&gt;You remember why you kept&lt;br /&gt;It buried so deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanted so much to hide it&lt;br /&gt;It was her death, and yours....&lt;br /&gt;As your eyes open you see a crow&lt;br /&gt;Which connects to you, and then you know&lt;br /&gt;The crow caws:&lt;br /&gt;“It is time my avenger, follow me..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-111747715618398051?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111747715618398051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111747715618398051&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111747715618398051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111747715618398051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/05/shadows-of-time.html' title='Shadows of time...'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-111739382437252971</id><published>2005-05-29T20:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T20:29:11.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandon Lee´s last interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://abahbnews.com/pictures/thecrow/crow16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brandon Lee´s last interview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"The crow in the film, the bird in the film; you could really look at as a guide...Almost a piece of his own personality that guides him back into his life and reminds him of who he was, what happened to him.&lt;br /&gt;This is a person who has been pushed right to the limits of his ability to cope what is going on. And in a sense is quite mad sometimes... In a sense completely insane, almost in a sense that you might think of an insane person having voices. More rational voices that try to guide him...More irrational voices that come from a more emotional... More deep-seated place. I think that the crow his that rational voice, the crow is his guide.&lt;br /&gt;The crow helps Eric to do what he has to do in a very practical sense; it leads him to places where he has to be, it helps him find people he has to find.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a story about justice for victims.&lt;br /&gt;His mission is to find the people who killed himself and his fiancée, and kill them.&lt;br /&gt;Its a wonderful role, it really is a role that you can take risks with, and gives you a wonderful opportunity to take those risks &amp;amp; stretch, because after all can you tell me how someone who has come back from the dead will behave.&lt;br /&gt;That is one of the wonderful things about playing this character, its a real.... you can really take the gloves off in playing this part because there are no rules on how a person who has come back from the dead is going to behave.&lt;br /&gt;There is a part of him that is filled with rage towards what was done to him. And another of the things that I like about this movie is that all the parts of the character are given balance on the screen. He is torn up really badly, both physically and psychically.&lt;br /&gt;I think the appeal of Eric’s mission is that it is a very pure one. He has come back to seek justice.&lt;br /&gt;I have done other films that have had violence in them, but I have never done anything where I felt that the violence was as justified as this. There is very little need to worry about compassion for his victims.&lt;br /&gt;This is justice, and I truly feel that it is, and I truly feel if I was in the same situation I would do the same thing: It is something that he has to do, and he is forced to put aside his own pain long enough to do what he has to.&lt;br /&gt;This film deals with the concept of a solution being struck between good and evil.&lt;br /&gt;Because we do not know when we are going to die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well and yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood? An afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you cannot conceive of your life without it? Perhaps 4 .... 5 times more. Perhaps not even that.&lt;br /&gt;How many times will you watch the full moon rise ...... Perhaps twenty and yet it all seems limitless.&lt;br /&gt;This is the point of view this character is coming from in the whole film, because it has brought sharply into focus how precious each moment of his life was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-111739382437252971?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111739382437252971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111739382437252971&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111739382437252971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111739382437252971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/05/brandon-lees-last-interview.html' title='Brandon Lee´s last interview'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-111695614126142904</id><published>2005-05-24T18:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T19:09:18.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel - Sarah McLachlan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lyrics.com/m/mclachlan%2C%5Fsarah/afterglow.jpg" align="center" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spend all your time waiting&lt;br /&gt;for that second chance&lt;br /&gt;for a break that would make it okay&lt;br /&gt;there's always one reason&lt;br /&gt;to feel not good enough&lt;br /&gt;and it's hard at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;I need some distraction&lt;br /&gt;oh beautiful release&lt;br /&gt;memory seeps from my veins&lt;br /&gt;let me be empty&lt;br /&gt;and weightless and maybe&lt;br /&gt;I'll find some peace tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the arms of an angel&lt;br /&gt;fly away from here&lt;br /&gt;from this dark cold hotel room&lt;br /&gt;and the endlessness that you fear&lt;br /&gt;you are pulled from the wreckage&lt;br /&gt;of your silent reverie&lt;br /&gt;you're in the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;may you find some comfort there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired of the straight line&lt;br /&gt;and everywhere you turn&lt;br /&gt;there's vultures and thieves at your back&lt;br /&gt;and the storm keeps on twisting&lt;br /&gt;you keep on building the lie&lt;br /&gt;that you make up for all that you lack&lt;br /&gt;it don't make no difference&lt;br /&gt;escaping one last time&lt;br /&gt;it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh&lt;br /&gt;this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the arms of an angel&lt;br /&gt;fly away from here&lt;br /&gt;from this dark cold hotel room&lt;br /&gt;and the endlessness that you fear&lt;br /&gt;you are pulled from the wreckage&lt;br /&gt;of your silent reverie&lt;br /&gt;you're in the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;may you find some comfort there&lt;br /&gt;you're in the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;may you find some comfort here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para ti Bshell, espero que gostes...jinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-111695614126142904?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111695614126142904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111695614126142904&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111695614126142904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111695614126142904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/05/angel-sarah-mclachlan.html' title='Angel - Sarah McLachlan'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-111686863272218910</id><published>2005-05-23T18:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T18:40:16.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio “ Corrente de Cinema”</title><content type='html'>Bem, aceitei o desafio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual foi o ultimo filme que viste no cinema?&lt;br /&gt;- Kingdom Of  Heaven, história já batida, mas o Orlando Bloom...ai ai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual a tua sessão preferida?&lt;br /&gt;- Concordo com a Meia lua, de facto tem que ser à noite…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual o primeiro filme que te fascinou?&lt;br /&gt;- Foi e continuará a ser aquele que mais me marcou…”The Crow”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que filme gostavas de ser transportado/a?&lt;br /&gt;- Romeu and Juliet (se pudesse escolher outro Romeu, claro…Leonardo DiCaprio não me fascina…)&lt;br /&gt;- Underworld…Vampiros,lobisomens…fascina-me ver os famosos filmes de pipocas…mas quem diz a verdade não merece castigo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, já agora, qual a personagem de filme que terias gostado de conhecer um dia?&lt;br /&gt;- Eric Draven…of course…sem qualquer questão…O meu querido Brandon Lee…&lt;br /&gt;- Legolas – Também é um rapazito jeitoso…será que me acertava com uma “setinha no meu coração?” LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que actor/actriz, realizador/a, produtor/a gostarias de convidar para jantar?&lt;br /&gt;- Orlando Bloom, dado que o meu querido Brandon Lee não pode…sim recuso-me a declarar que morreu, pois para mim uma pessoa apenas morre quando nos esquecemos dela…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quem vais passar isto?&lt;br /&gt;- Ao meu querido amigo “aventura continua”,desculpa mas calha a todos…&lt;br /&gt;- Também ao simpático eelko van mulder, saudações benfiquistas…&lt;br /&gt;- À Rosie, devido às suas originalidades…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fim disto devem pensar que sou louca…&lt;br /&gt;Lamento, sanidade nunca reinou muito tempo por estes lados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Crow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-111686863272218910?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111686863272218910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111686863272218910&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111686863272218910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111686863272218910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/05/desafio-corrente-de-cinema.html' title='Desafio “ Corrente de Cinema”'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-111686584731701920</id><published>2005-05-23T17:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T17:41:35.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why say more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.slbenfica.pt/Imagens/18913.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Numa tarde de domingo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;se decidiu o campeonato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ganhou o melhor clube do mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;o mais adorado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;enchendo os corações de alegria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pelo título,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;à muito esperado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-111686584731701920?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111686584731701920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111686584731701920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111686584731701920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111686584731701920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-say-more.html' title='Why say more...'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-111642644922854942</id><published>2005-05-18T15:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T15:27:29.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Relembrar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sweetangel.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/cuore20.gif" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porquê relembrar o passado,&lt;br /&gt;Tentando esquecer o presente,&lt;br /&gt;Voltando atrás no tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Recordando nostalgias,&lt;br /&gt;De algo em nós iminente,&lt;br /&gt;Um sentimento controverso,&lt;br /&gt;O medo de avançar,&lt;br /&gt;Tentando do passado viver,&lt;br /&gt;Devido ao medo,&lt;br /&gt;Do futuro alcançar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7573838-111642644922854942?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111642644922854942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111642644922854942&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111642644922854942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111642644922854942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/05/relembrar.html' title='Relembrar'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-111583897083010834</id><published>2005-05-11T20:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T19:31:25.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um belo começo de dia,&lt;br /&gt;O sol a rasgar os céus,&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo uma leve brisa,&lt;br /&gt;Passando em braços meus,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o cheiro do verão,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o cheiro do mar,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que acima de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;A liberdade anda no ar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-111583897083010834?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111583897083010834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111583897083010834&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111583897083010834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111583897083010834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/05/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-111542425603594228</id><published>2005-05-07T01:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T01:04:16.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser poeta - Florbela Espanca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ser poeta é ser mais alto, é ser maior&lt;br /&gt;Do que os homens! Morder como quem beija!&lt;br /&gt;É ser mendigo e dar como quem seja&lt;br /&gt;Rei do Reino de Áquem e de Além Dor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ter de mil desejos o esplendor&lt;br /&gt;E não saber sequer que se deseja!&lt;br /&gt;É ter cá dentro um astro que flameja,&lt;br /&gt;É ter garras e asas de condor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ter fome, é ter sede de Infinito!&lt;br /&gt;Por elmo, as manhãs de oiro e de cetim...&lt;br /&gt;É condensar o mundo num só grito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é amar-te, assim, perdidamente...&lt;br /&gt;É seres alma, e sangue, e vida em mim&lt;br /&gt;E dizê-lo cantando a toda a gente! &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/7573838-111542425603594228?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111542425603594228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111542425603594228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111542425603594228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111542425603594228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/05/ser-poeta-florbela-espanca.html' title='Ser poeta - Florbela Espanca'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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-7573838.post-111524959258619023</id><published>2005-05-05T00:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T20:58:28.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe In Angels - Heather Nova</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 429px; HEIGHT: 433px" height="500" src="http://saint-fantasy.zonadictos.net/_ngeles/images/angeles_E.jpg" width="397" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where the silence falls, there the river runs deep&lt;br /&gt;Where the shadow ends, so begins the dream&lt;br /&gt;Where the hunger leads me, it's hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;I'll be lost in/to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the blood that ties, it's the hurt that heals&lt;br /&gt;It's the face you hide, hides the pain you feel&lt;br /&gt;So hold me up now, yeah, I'm afraid to breathe&lt;br /&gt;And I'm lost in/to you, yeah, (I'm) lost in/to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in a heaven, I believe in the night&lt;br /&gt;I believe there's a path we/to follow, I believe in the light&lt;br /&gt;Part of you is the devil, part of you is the light&lt;br /&gt;You're/I'm gonna fly through the city of angels&lt;br /&gt;Hold me under, let the river wash away my sins&lt;br /&gt;Let me drown in/and you, let the water and the love rush you&lt;br /&gt;You can hear me whisper when you're listening&lt;br /&gt;And I'm lost in/to you, yeah, (I'm) lost in/to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in a heaven, I believe in the night&lt;br /&gt;I believe there's a path we/to follow, I believe in the light&lt;br /&gt;Part of you is the devil, part of you is the light&lt;br /&gt;You're/I'm gonna fly through the city of angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the blood that ties, it's the hurt that heals&lt;br /&gt;It's the face you hide, hides the pain you feel&lt;br /&gt;So hold me up now, I long to believe&lt;br /&gt;And I'm lost in/to you, yeah, (I'm) lost in/to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in a heaven, I believe in the night&lt;br /&gt;I believe there's a path we/to follow, I believe in the light&lt;br /&gt;Part of you is the devil, part of you is the light&lt;br /&gt;You're/I'm gonna fly through the city of angels&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/7573838-111524959258619023?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111524959258619023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111524959258619023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111524959258619023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111524959258619023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/05/believe-in-angels-heather-nova.html' title='Believe In Angels - Heather Nova'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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-7573838.post-111505793563701949</id><published>2005-05-02T19:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T19:19:14.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb - Linkin Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so faithless&lt;br /&gt;Lost under the surface&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you're expecting of me&lt;br /&gt;Put under the pressure&lt;br /&gt;Of walking in your shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow]&lt;br /&gt;Every step that I take is another mistake to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've&lt;br /&gt;Become so numb&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;Become so tired&lt;br /&gt;So much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me&lt;br /&gt;And be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that you're smothering me&lt;br /&gt;Holding too tightly&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to lose control&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything that you thought I would be&lt;br /&gt;Has fallen apart right in front of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow]&lt;br /&gt;Every step that I take is&lt;br /&gt;Another mistake to you&lt;br /&gt;[Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow]&lt;br /&gt;And every second I waste&lt;br /&gt;Is more than I can take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;I may end up failing too&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;You were just like me&lt;br /&gt;With someone disappointed in you&lt;br /&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/7573838-111505793563701949?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111505793563701949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111505793563701949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111505793563701949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111505793563701949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/05/numb-linkin-park.html' title='Numb - Linkin Park'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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-7573838.post-111488115719928582</id><published>2005-05-01T22:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T10:35:25.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reencontrar o Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tudo começou,&lt;br /&gt;Por ser uma brincadeira entre miúdos,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, mulher feita,&lt;br /&gt;Dou valor aos momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Em que do meu lado estiveste,&lt;br /&gt;Naquelas noites friorentas,&lt;br /&gt;Em que o meu corpo aqueceste,&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu lado renasci,&lt;br /&gt;De um mundo tão tristonho,&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi o que é sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;E enterrei todo o medo,&lt;br /&gt;Sei que te fiz por vezes sofrer,&lt;br /&gt;Culpo-me por isso,&lt;br /&gt;E não te ajudar,&lt;br /&gt;Aos teus fantasmas do passado,&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Por isso a minha ajuda de nada valeu,&lt;br /&gt;Falhei como pessoa,&lt;br /&gt;Falhei como mulher,&lt;br /&gt;Uma esperança deposito,&lt;br /&gt;Nesta nova etapa da tua vida,&lt;br /&gt;Em que ajuda foste procurar,&lt;br /&gt;Para que às tuas questões possas responder,&lt;br /&gt;Possas o medo de viver um futuro feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Afastar,&lt;br /&gt;Do meu lado voltes a estar,&lt;br /&gt;E juntos o nosso amor,&lt;br /&gt;Possamos reatar,&lt;br /&gt;Sem medos,&lt;br /&gt;Que possam a nossa relação estragar.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se te mereço,&lt;br /&gt;Pois dizes que como eu não há igual,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me mal em ouvir isso,&lt;br /&gt;Afasto-me de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sem ti,&lt;br /&gt;Enlouqueço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-111488115719928582?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111488115719928582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111488115719928582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111488115719928582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111488115719928582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/05/reencontrar-o-amor.html' title='Reencontrar o Amor'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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-7573838.post-111487753328543596</id><published>2005-04-30T17:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T17:12:13.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing - Evanescence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please, please forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;But I won’t be home again.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday you’ll look out,&lt;br /&gt;And, barely conscious, you’ll say to no one:&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t something missing?&lt;br /&gt;You won’t cry for my absence, I know&lt;br /&gt;You forgot me long ago.&lt;br /&gt;Am I that unimportant?&lt;br /&gt;Am I so insignificant?&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t something missing?&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t someone missing me?&lt;br /&gt;Even though I’d be sacrificed,&lt;br /&gt;You won’t try for me, not now.&lt;br /&gt;Though I’d die to know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;I’m all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t someone missing me?&lt;br /&gt;Please, please forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;But I won’t be home again.&lt;br /&gt;I know what you do to yourself,&lt;br /&gt;I breathe deep and cry out:&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t something missing?&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t someone missing me?&lt;br /&gt;Even though I’d be sacrificed,&lt;br /&gt;You won’t try for me, not now.&lt;br /&gt;Though I’d die to know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;I’m all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t someone missing me?&lt;br /&gt;And if I bleed, I’ll bleed,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;And if I sleep just to dream of you&lt;br /&gt;And wake without you there,&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t something missing?&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t something...&lt;br /&gt;Even though I’d be sacrificed,&lt;br /&gt;You won’t try for me, not now.&lt;br /&gt;Though I’d die to know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;I’m all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't something missing?&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t someone missing me?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-111487753328543596?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111487753328543596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111487753328543596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111487753328543596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111487753328543596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/04/missing-evanescence.html' title='Missing - Evanescence'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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-7573838.post-111481972175446938</id><published>2005-04-30T01:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T01:08:41.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como fazer um amor durar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma mãe e a sua filha estavam a caminhar pela praia. Num certo ponto, a menina disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Como se faz para manter um amor?&lt;br /&gt;A mãe olhou para a filha e respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;- Pega num pouco de areia e fecha a mão com força...&lt;br /&gt;A menina assim fez e reparou que quanto mais forte apertava a areia com a mão com mais velocidade a areia escapava.&lt;br /&gt;- Mamã, mas assim a areia cai!&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sei, agora abre completamente a mão...&lt;br /&gt;A menina assim fez, mas veio um vento forte e levou consigo a areia que restava em sua mão. - Assim também não consigo mantê-la na minha mão!&lt;br /&gt;A mãe, sempre a sorrir disse-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;- Agora pega outra vez um pouco de areia e mantenha na mão semi aberta como se fosse uma colher, bastante fechada para protegê-la e bastante aberta para lhe dar liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;A menina experimenta e vê que a areia não lhe escapa da mão e está protegida do vento.&lt;br /&gt;"É assim que se faz durar um amor!" &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/7573838-111481972175446938?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111481972175446938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111481972175446938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111481972175446938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111481972175446938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/04/como-fazer-um-amor-durar.html' title='Como fazer um amor durar?'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-111481948098623945</id><published>2005-04-30T01:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T01:04:40.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is love?&lt;br /&gt;Can it really be explained?&lt;br /&gt;Is it really a bed of Roses?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it really a bed of pain?&lt;br /&gt;For some love is roses.&lt;br /&gt;For they treat it as they should.&lt;br /&gt;And if you treat love like you ought to.&lt;br /&gt;Then love will treat you good!&lt;br /&gt;Be kind to the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;And always keep in mind.&lt;br /&gt;That the future's what's important&lt;br /&gt;So leave the past behind.&lt;br /&gt;Love is full of happiness&lt;br /&gt;Full of laughter, thrills, and joy,&lt;br /&gt;But always keep respect for love,&lt;br /&gt;Because love is not a toy&lt;br /&gt;Though love is not a painful word&lt;br /&gt;It hurts people everyday.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes when you are in love.&lt;br /&gt;That's the price you pay!&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/7573838-111481948098623945?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111481948098623945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111481948098623945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111481948098623945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111481948098623945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-111470694476670555</id><published>2005-04-28T17:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T17:51:08.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To Brandon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brandon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he has left us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yet, in his absence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;His presence is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And shall be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stronger than ever.&lt;br /&gt;For he is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;everywhere now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And he isinside of us;&lt;br /&gt;We, who witnessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The brilliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of his flame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And were warmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by its heat;&lt;br /&gt;We, who heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the chimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of his churchbell laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ring the plainsof starry dawns;&lt;br /&gt;We, who stoodin the pure rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of his divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And noble spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are now its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;blessed, honoured keepers.&lt;br /&gt;Whithin and through us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He shall live on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shall ever be enriched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By himin ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wondrous and untold.&lt;br /&gt;Fly high, dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Robert Zuckerman - March 31, 1993&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/7573838-111470694476670555?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111470694476670555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111470694476670555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111470694476670555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111470694476670555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/04/to-brandon.html' title='To Brandon'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-111461953537914995</id><published>2005-04-27T17:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T17:34:08.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane Siberry - It won't Rain All the Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We walked the narrow path&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the smoking skies&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes barely tell the difference&lt;br /&gt;Between darkness and light&lt;br /&gt;Do we have faith in what we believe?&lt;br /&gt;The truest test is when we cannot see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear pounding feet in the streets below&lt;br /&gt;And the women crying and the children know&lt;br /&gt;That there's something wrong&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to belive that love will prevail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't rain all the time&lt;br /&gt;The sky won't fall forever&lt;br /&gt;And though the night seems long&lt;br /&gt;your tears won't fall forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm lonely, I lie awake at night&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you were here, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me is there something more to believe in?&lt;br /&gt;Or is this all there is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the pounding feet in the streets below&lt;br /&gt;And a window breaks and a woman falls, there's,&lt;br /&gt;There's something wrong&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to belive that love will prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't rain all the time...&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;You came into my room&lt;br /&gt;You took me into your arms&lt;br /&gt;Whispering and kissing me&lt;br /&gt;And telling me to still believe&lt;br /&gt;(Within the emptiness of&lt;br /&gt;The burning cities against which&lt;br /&gt;We set our darkest of selves)&lt;br /&gt;Until finally I felt safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep in your arms&lt;br /&gt;And when I awoke I cried again&lt;br /&gt;For you were gone&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;It won't rain all the time&lt;br /&gt;The sky won't fall forever&lt;br /&gt;And though the night seems long&lt;br /&gt;Your tears won't fall forever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-111461953537914995?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111461953537914995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111461953537914995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111461953537914995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111461953537914995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/04/jane-siberry-it-wont-rain-all-time.html' title='Jane Siberry - It won&apos;t Rain All the Time'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-111461862342455616</id><published>2005-04-27T17:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T17:24:14.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Realidade ou Sonho?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sonho é a realidade onde habitas,&lt;br /&gt;Onde não preciso de te procurar,&lt;br /&gt;Pois tu és o meu sonho,&lt;br /&gt;um sonho a realizar&lt;br /&gt;Sonho onde há perdão,&lt;br /&gt;Onde não há mal-entendidos,&lt;br /&gt;brigas ou confusão,&lt;br /&gt;Sonho onde eu e tu estamos juntos...&lt;br /&gt;Com a felicidade a acompanhar,&lt;br /&gt;O vento da paixão bate na cara para nos refrescar,&lt;br /&gt;Os pastos verdes da saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Foram substituidos pelo sol abrasador,&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu e tu deitados na praia...&lt;br /&gt;Ao põr-do-sol fazemos amor!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-111461862342455616?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111461862342455616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111461862342455616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111461862342455616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111461862342455616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/04/realidade-ou-sonho.html' title='Realidade ou Sonho?'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-111437185716873040</id><published>2005-04-24T20:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T20:44:17.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tormento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O campo já não tem rosas,&lt;br /&gt;As noites já não têm luar,&lt;br /&gt;E as ventos andam trocados,&lt;br /&gt;Que nem parecem soprar,&lt;br /&gt;O meu mal já não tem cura,&lt;br /&gt;Porque já é mal de raíz,&lt;br /&gt;Desde o berço até à sepultura,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho de ser infeliz,&lt;br /&gt;No céu se pagam os males,&lt;br /&gt;Que no mundo se fizeram,&lt;br /&gt;Se é assim,&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos belos castigos esperam,&lt;br /&gt;Quem ri está contente,&lt;br /&gt;Quem chora está infeliz,&lt;br /&gt;Mas cala-te ó coração,&lt;br /&gt;Pois isso nunca se diz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-111437185716873040?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111437185716873040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111437185716873040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111437185716873040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111437185716873040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/04/tormento.html' title='Tormento'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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-7573838.post-111411500159164528</id><published>2005-04-21T21:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:23:52.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdida</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;img height="131" alt="figura4.gif" src="http://sweetangel.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/figura4.gif" width="95" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andava perdida,&lt;br /&gt;No reino da solidão,&lt;br /&gt;Até que chegaste tu,&lt;br /&gt;Montado nas asas da fantasia,&lt;br /&gt;E encheste o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de puder expressar,&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que por ti sinto,&lt;br /&gt;No entanto,&lt;br /&gt;Não encontro expressões,&lt;br /&gt;Pois é superior a qualquer sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;Conhecido,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto vontade de rir,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto vontade de chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que é,&lt;br /&gt;Pois será que sei o,&lt;br /&gt;Que realmente é amar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7573838-111411500159164528?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111411500159164528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111411500159164528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111411500159164528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111411500159164528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/04/perdida.html' title='Perdida'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-111411458572261422</id><published>2005-04-21T21:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:20:59.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="288" alt="jacob05[1][1].jpg" src="http://sweetangel.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/jacob05[1][1].jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade quero encontrar,&lt;br /&gt;Para dizeres que de mim gostavas,&lt;br /&gt;Sei que isso vai tardar,&lt;br /&gt;Pois o teus fantasmas não afastas,&lt;br /&gt;Vivo com esperança,&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia possas falar,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pena,&lt;br /&gt;De tanto esperar,&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo que tu,&lt;br /&gt;No fundo,&lt;br /&gt;Me estás a amar.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a tua falta,&lt;br /&gt;Mas que posso eu fazer,&lt;br /&gt;Pois ao meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Não te posso obrigar a pertencer,&lt;br /&gt;Estou desiludida,&lt;br /&gt;Pois estás a escapar-me entre os dedos,&lt;br /&gt;Antes a minha vida sorria,&lt;br /&gt;Agora tenho tantos medos,&lt;br /&gt;Afasta a tristeza e as dúvidas,&lt;br /&gt;Pois podemos ser amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Podemos ser namorados,&lt;br /&gt;Podermos sentir a alegria,&lt;br /&gt;De nos sentirmos realizados e apaixonados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-111411458572261422?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111411458572261422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111411458572261422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111411458572261422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111411458572261422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/04/felicidade.html' title='A felicidade'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-111376193075371716</id><published>2005-04-17T19:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:20:05.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Immortal - Evanescence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired of being here&lt;br /&gt;suppressed by all of my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;and if you have to leave&lt;br /&gt;i wish that you would just leave&lt;br /&gt;because your presence still lingers here&lt;br /&gt;and it won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;these wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;this pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;there's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;and i've held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;but you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;you used to captivate me&lt;br /&gt;by your resonating light&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;br /&gt;your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;your voice it chased away all the sanity in me&lt;br /&gt;these wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;this pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;there's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;and i've held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;but you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;i've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;and though you're still with me&lt;br /&gt;i've been alone all along &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-111376193075371716?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111376193075371716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111376193075371716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111376193075371716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111376193075371716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-immortal-evanescence.html' title='My Immortal - Evanescence'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-111376163164063078</id><published>2005-04-17T19:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T19:13:51.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lutar e Vencer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andava perdida,&lt;br /&gt;Na estrada da solidão,&lt;br /&gt;Até que chegaste tu,&lt;br /&gt;Montado nas asas da fantasia,&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Alegria e paixão,&lt;br /&gt;De novo à minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;Depressa me apaixonei,&lt;br /&gt;No entanto,&lt;br /&gt;No meio de tudo isto,&lt;br /&gt;Assim como chegaste,&lt;br /&gt;Fugiste do meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Sei que me amas,&lt;br /&gt;E do meu lado queres estar,&lt;br /&gt;Se o sentimento é mutuo,&lt;br /&gt;Não vale a pena tentar?&lt;br /&gt;Luta,&lt;br /&gt;Luta por nós,&lt;br /&gt;Como eu estou a lutar,&lt;br /&gt;Para que novamente juntos,&lt;br /&gt;Possamos voltar a estar.&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/7573838-111376163164063078?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111376163164063078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111376163164063078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111376163164063078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111376163164063078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/04/lutar-e-vencer.html' title='Lutar e Vencer'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-111334179185778354</id><published>2005-04-12T22:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T21:45:54.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My lover´s gone - Dido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My lover's gone,&lt;br /&gt;his boots no longer by my door,&lt;br /&gt;he left at dawn,&lt;br /&gt;and as I slept I felt him go&lt;br /&gt;Returns no more,&lt;br /&gt;I will not watch the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;my lover's gone,&lt;br /&gt;no earthly ships will ever&lt;br /&gt;Bring him home again,&lt;br /&gt;bring him home again&lt;br /&gt;My lover's gone,&lt;br /&gt;I know that kiss will be my last,&lt;br /&gt;no more his song,&lt;br /&gt;the tune upon his lips has passed&lt;br /&gt;I sing alone,&lt;br /&gt;while I watch the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;my lover's gone,&lt;br /&gt;no earthly ships will ever Bring him home again,&lt;br /&gt;bring him home again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-111334179185778354?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/111334179185778354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=111334179185778354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111334179185778354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/111334179185778354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-lovers-gone-dido.html' title='My lover´s gone - Dido'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-110719500917184180</id><published>2005-01-31T18:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-16T21:50:47.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amar é como o voar&lt;br /&gt;É sentir a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;No cortar do ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar é como o nascer,&lt;br /&gt;É sair do seio materno&lt;br /&gt;Para um mundo olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar é como o morrer,&lt;br /&gt;Morrer do ter&lt;br /&gt;Para o ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar é como o cantar,&lt;br /&gt;tão belo e harmonioso,&lt;br /&gt;Que a natureza faz dançar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar é como o dançar,&lt;br /&gt;Que o mundo de magia&lt;br /&gt;a vida faz nascer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar é como um farol&lt;br /&gt;Numa noite de escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Sua luz te guia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAR É COMO O VIVER !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-110719500917184180?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/110719500917184180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=110719500917184180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/110719500917184180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/110719500917184180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/01/amar.html' title='Amar'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-110719024310193735</id><published>2005-01-31T16:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-16T21:51:34.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You - Candlebox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;It's for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you&lt;br /&gt;It's for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know&lt;br /&gt;I never care&lt;br /&gt;I never believe my people&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what I say&lt;br /&gt;I never lie&lt;br /&gt;I never try&lt;br /&gt;I never cry for you people&lt;br /&gt;I'll push you&lt;br /&gt;Push you away&lt;br /&gt;As you lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Keep on running around my door&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Keep on begging&lt;br /&gt;Beg for more&lt;br /&gt;And I'll cry for you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'll die for you&lt;br /&gt;Pain in my heart it is real&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell you now how I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;Feel in my heart it's for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you&lt;br /&gt;It's for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never try&lt;br /&gt;I'll never die&lt;br /&gt;I'll never push for you people&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I'll never lie&lt;br /&gt;I'll never cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll never try for you people&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you, yes it's real&lt;br /&gt;And you lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Keep on passing time away&lt;br /&gt;Yes you lonely people keep on passing,&lt;br /&gt;Passing away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll cry for you&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll die for you&lt;br /&gt;Pain in my heart it is real&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell you now how I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;Feel in my heart it's for you&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take everything&lt;br /&gt;As it comes my way&lt;br /&gt;Pushin' your pain 'round my door&lt;br /&gt;Will I cry for you as I die for you?&lt;br /&gt;Is this blood on my hands all for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shiver&lt;br /&gt;And shudder&lt;br /&gt;Recovers your mother&lt;br /&gt;You feel it take control&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;Feel alive&lt;br /&gt;In your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come around town&lt;br /&gt;Steal another dime&lt;br /&gt;Take another line&lt;br /&gt;Won't you feel it&lt;br /&gt;Blanket your soul&lt;br /&gt;Out of mind&lt;br /&gt;Come around town&lt;br /&gt;Steal another dime&lt;br /&gt;Do another crime&lt;br /&gt;Won't you get it higher &amp;amp; higher&lt;br /&gt;Roll through time&lt;br /&gt;Come around town&lt;br /&gt;Steal another dime&lt;br /&gt;Don't you push your drugs in my face&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;Feeling fine&lt;br /&gt;Don't you push your drugs in my face&lt;br /&gt;Or I'm gonna put you in your place&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it no more&lt;br /&gt;And it's mine&lt;br /&gt;Said this pain in my heart is all mine&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's mine all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it no more&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it no more&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it no more&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's mine on my own&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's mine all alone&lt;br /&gt;As I cry for you&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll die for you&lt;br /&gt;Pain in my heart, it is real&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take&lt;br /&gt;Everything as it comes my way&lt;br /&gt;Feel in my heart it's for you&lt;br /&gt;And I'll lie for you as I die for you&lt;br /&gt;Pain in my heart it is real&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell you now&lt;br /&gt;How I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you&lt;br /&gt;It's for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-110719024310193735?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/110719024310193735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=110719024310193735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/110719024310193735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/110719024310193735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-candlebox.html' title='You - Candlebox'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-110044557121820119</id><published>2004-11-14T15:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-16T21:51:58.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mais um dia se passou,&lt;br /&gt;Neste ciclo passado vida,&lt;br /&gt;Mas para mim,&lt;br /&gt;O tempo parou,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me num labirinto,&lt;br /&gt;Às voltas, perdida,&lt;br /&gt;Procuro, anseando encontrar,&lt;br /&gt;Brevemente uma saída.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o Sol,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o mar,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto vontade de fugir,&lt;br /&gt;Para nunca mais voltar.&lt;br /&gt;Pertenço ao mar,&lt;br /&gt;E nele quero morrer,&lt;br /&gt;Quero nele as minhas cinzas depositar,&lt;br /&gt;Para de novo renascer.&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa, ainda falta passar,&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa já passou,&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho apenas uma vida,&lt;br /&gt;Que o tempo abandonou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-110044557121820119?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/110044557121820119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=110044557121820119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/110044557121820119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/110044557121820119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2004/11/vida.html' title='Vida'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-110035664781740729</id><published>2004-11-13T14:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-16T21:52:13.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faço parte do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Do mundo dos vivos,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tenho vida,ou talvez seja,&lt;br /&gt;Uma sombra de chama ardida,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Logo vejo a morte,&lt;br /&gt;E tenho medo,&lt;br /&gt;Medo,&lt;br /&gt;Medo de ódios,&lt;br /&gt;Nos silêncios arduos,&lt;br /&gt;Para além da morte,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto vida,&lt;br /&gt;A cair para o chão,&lt;br /&gt;E mergulhar na ilusão,&lt;br /&gt;De que sou gente,&lt;br /&gt;Neste mundo de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Sem céu,&lt;br /&gt;Sem inferno,&lt;br /&gt;Em que até o sol anda à roda.&lt;br /&gt;Isto não é solidão,&lt;br /&gt;Mas um desfazer-me em pó,&lt;br /&gt;Onde nem sequer ouço o bater do coração,&lt;br /&gt;Para me sentir só.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-110035664781740729?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/110035664781740729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=110035664781740729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/110035664781740729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/110035664781740729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2004/11/medo.html' title='Medo'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-109924947132004867</id><published>2004-10-31T19:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-16T21:53:18.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Espelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Será que estou triste?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei,&lt;br /&gt;Contente,&lt;br /&gt;Só hipocritamente direi sim,&lt;br /&gt;Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Porque rir?&lt;br /&gt;Porquê chorar?&lt;br /&gt;Sim, sei,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho fome de chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Chamo, mas ninguém me ouve,&lt;br /&gt;Olho-me e não me reconheço,&lt;br /&gt;Vê, vê a tua tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Vê a tua solidão,&lt;br /&gt;Dei cabo de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Como tu deste cabo do meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sofro em silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;Pois o meu mazoquismo ainda existe,&lt;br /&gt;Mas talvez,&lt;br /&gt;Todo o silêncio possa ser fértil,&lt;br /&gt;E juntos possamos,&lt;br /&gt;Voltar a estar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-109924947132004867?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/109924947132004867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=109924947132004867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/109924947132004867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/109924947132004867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2004/10/espelho.html' title='Espelho'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-109924921448656421</id><published>2004-10-31T18:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-16T21:53:38.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playground school bell rings again&lt;br /&gt;rain clouds come to play again&lt;br /&gt;has no one told you she's not breathing?&lt;br /&gt;hello i'm your mind giving you someone to talk to&lt;br /&gt;hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i smile and don't believe&lt;br /&gt;soon i know i'll wake from this dream&lt;br /&gt;don't try to fix me i'm not broken&lt;br /&gt;hello i'm the lie living for you so you can hide&lt;br /&gt;don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i know i'm not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;hello i'm still here&lt;br /&gt;all that's left of yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-109924921448656421?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/109924921448656421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=109924921448656421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/109924921448656421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/109924921448656421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2004/10/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-109906838277221868</id><published>2004-10-29T17:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T21:53:56.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor - Luis de Camões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver;&lt;br /&gt;É ferida que dói e não se sente;&lt;br /&gt;É um contentamento descontente;&lt;br /&gt;É dor que desatina sem doer;&lt;br /&gt;É um não querer mais que bem querer;&lt;br /&gt;É solitário andar por entre a gente;&lt;br /&gt;É nunca contentar-se de contente;&lt;br /&gt;É cuidar que se ganha em se perder;&lt;br /&gt;É querer estar preso por vontade;&lt;br /&gt;É servir a quem vence, o vencedor;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como causar pode seu favor&lt;br /&gt;Nos corações humanos amizade,&lt;br /&gt;Se tão contrário a si é o mesmo Amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luís de Camões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-109906838277221868?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/109906838277221868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=109906838277221868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/109906838277221868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/109906838277221868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2004/10/amor-luis-de-cames.html' title='Amor - Luis de Camões'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-109708271619589667</id><published>2004-10-06T18:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T21:54:14.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu és como o vento,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a tua presença,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não te consigo tocar,&lt;br /&gt;Tu és como um sonho,&lt;br /&gt;Que começa quando adormeço,&lt;br /&gt;E que acaba ao acordar,&lt;br /&gt;Sonho em estar contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que tal se proporcionar,&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ti como és,&lt;br /&gt;Foi isso que me fez por ti apaixonar,&lt;br /&gt;Não imagino a minha vida de outra forma,&lt;br /&gt;Pois é sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Do teu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Que quero estar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-109708271619589667?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/109708271619589667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=109708271619589667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/109708271619589667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/109708271619589667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2004/10/desejos.html' title='Desejos'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-109691852363923518</id><published>2004-10-04T20:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T21:54:33.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Existo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu quisera gritar ao mar,&lt;br /&gt;Ao vento e ao sol,&lt;br /&gt;A paixão que nasceu,&lt;br /&gt;Quando te conheci,&lt;br /&gt;Escrever no claro azul do firmamento,&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor imenso,&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brisa ligeira,&lt;br /&gt;Leva-lhe o meu beijo,&lt;br /&gt;Acaricia-o tu,&lt;br /&gt;Onda do mar,&lt;br /&gt;E conta-lhe baixinho o meu desejo,&lt;br /&gt;O desejo que me possas amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te assim,&lt;br /&gt;Como ninguém te amou,&lt;br /&gt;Beijar-te,&lt;br /&gt;Como nunca ninguém te beijou,&lt;br /&gt;Mas escrevo apenas estes versos,&lt;br /&gt;Pois sei que tu, nem os lês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou tua, sim,&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu não o podes saber,&lt;br /&gt;Nem recordas que existo,&lt;br /&gt;Jamais me amarás,&lt;br /&gt;Passas junto a mim,&lt;br /&gt;E não me vês.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-109691852363923518?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/109691852363923518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=109691852363923518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/109691852363923518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/109691852363923518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/2004/10/existo_109691852363923518.html' title='Existo'/><author><name>Ms Crow</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573838.post-109681206606236956</id><published>2004-10-03T15:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T21:55:06.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No silêncio da tua boca,&lt;br /&gt;O amor descobri,&lt;br /&gt;Soube apreciar cada momento,&lt;br /&gt;Passado junto a ti.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me só neste momento,&lt;br /&gt;Pois estou no meu leito deitada,&lt;br /&gt;É como um fino caixão de vidro,&lt;br /&gt;Onde me sinto encurralada,&lt;br /&gt;Fina camada de frio,&lt;br /&gt;Ardente paixão,&lt;br /&gt;Que de leve sentiu,&lt;br /&gt;Naquela bela madrugada.&lt;br /&gt;Recordo-me tão bem desse dia,&lt;br /&gt;E daquela lua adorada,&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor por ti surgiu,&lt;br /&gt;E hoje por ti, sou apaixonada.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje venero a lua,&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as formas encontradas,&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes encorberta,&lt;br /&gt;Mas para sempre a sua presença notada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7573838-109681206606236956?l=mscrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscrow.blogspot.com/feeds/109681206606236956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7573838&amp;postID=109681206606236956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7573838/posts/default/109681206606236956'/><link 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