<?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-5241476827911130166</id><updated>2011-05-07T23:46:47.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Violão, Voz e Vinho...</title><subtitle type='html'>Violão e voz, agora com vinho...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Thais Pryscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108479135173184332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3KzuINGr34/Tbo5U2GgDNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/eTiPaeBhu0U/s220/Recent%2B12.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241476827911130166.post-6978995703853585826</id><published>2008-09-10T09:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:06:42.487-03:00</updated><title type='text'>By Mestre Paulo (Em ordem cronológica)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"nao julgue o livro pela capa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"ou você é do esporte ou é da balada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"é a vida. primeiro o doce, depois o fel."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241476827911130166-6978995703853585826?l=violaovozevinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6978995703853585826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241476827911130166&amp;postID=6978995703853585826' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/6978995703853585826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/6978995703853585826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/2008/09/by-mestre-paulo-em-ordem-cronolgica.html' title='By Mestre Paulo (Em ordem cronológica)'/><author><name>Thais Pryscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108479135173184332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3KzuINGr34/Tbo5U2GgDNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/eTiPaeBhu0U/s220/Recent%2B12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241476827911130166.post-4415567462840914062</id><published>2008-08-17T23:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:15:48.057-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I go again on my own...</title><content type='html'>Hehehehe.... Letra de um no título, de outro no post... (E até seria cômico se não fosse trágico, viu!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could stay awake just to hear you breathing&lt;br /&gt;Watch you smile while you are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;While you're far away and dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;I could stay lost in this moment forever&lt;br /&gt;Every moment spent with you&lt;br /&gt;Is a moment I treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall a sleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause i'd miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream would never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying close to you&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your heart beating&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering what you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if it's me you're seeing&lt;br /&gt;Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stay with you&lt;br /&gt;In this moment forever, forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall a sleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss one smile&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss one kiss&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Right here with you, just like this&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hold you close&lt;br /&gt;Feel your heart so close to mine&lt;br /&gt;And just stay here in this moment&lt;br /&gt;For all the rest of time&lt;br /&gt;Yeah , Yeah , Yeah , Yeah , Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall a sleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall a sleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna fall a sleep, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Don't wanna miss a thing - Aerosmith)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241476827911130166-4415567462840914062?l=violaovozevinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4415567462840914062/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3KzuINGr34/Tbo5U2GgDNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/eTiPaeBhu0U/s220/Recent%2B12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241476827911130166.post-3963195141552673116</id><published>2008-04-20T01:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T01:12:44.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Surto!</title><content type='html'>I hate the way you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;and the way you cut your hair&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you drive my car&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you stare&lt;br /&gt;I hate your big dumb combat boots&lt;br /&gt;and the way you read my mind&lt;br /&gt;I hate you so much it makes me sick&lt;br /&gt;it even makes me rhyme&lt;br /&gt;I hate it&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you're always right&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you lie&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;even worse when you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you're not around&lt;br /&gt;and the fact you didn't call,&lt;br /&gt;but mostly I hate the way&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate you, not even close,&lt;br /&gt;not even a little bit, not even at all.&lt;br /&gt;(Do filme "10 things I hate about you")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241476827911130166-3963195141552673116?l=violaovozevinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3963195141552673116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241476827911130166&amp;postID=3963195141552673116' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/3963195141552673116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/3963195141552673116'/><link rel='alternate' 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menos mande notícias&lt;br /&gt;Cê acha que eu sou louca&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo vai se encaixar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô aproveitando cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;Antes que isso aqui vire uma tragédia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não adianta nem me procurar&lt;br /&gt;Em outros timbres, outros risos&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava aqui o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;Só você não viu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você tá sempre indo e vindo, tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez eu já vesti minha armadura&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo que nada funcione&lt;br /&gt;Eu estarei de pé, de queixo erguido&lt;br /&gt;Depois você me vê vermelha e acha graça&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não ficaria bem na sua estante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô aproveitando cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;Antes que isso aqui vire uma tragédia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não adianta nem me procurar&lt;br /&gt;Em outros timbres, outros risos&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava aqui o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;Só você não viu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só por hoje não quero mais te ver&lt;br /&gt;Só por hoje não vou tomar a minha dose de você&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de chorar feridas que não se fecham, não se curam&lt;br /&gt;E essa abstinência uma hora vai passar...&lt;br /&gt;(Na sua estante - Pitty)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241476827911130166-4390797637363184134?l=violaovozevinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4390797637363184134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241476827911130166&amp;postID=4390797637363184134' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/4390797637363184134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/4390797637363184134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Thais Pryscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108479135173184332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3KzuINGr34/Tbo5U2GgDNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/eTiPaeBhu0U/s220/Recent%2B12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241476827911130166.post-1614671415574513370</id><published>2008-03-27T09:27:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T09:51:38.687-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fool or not fool? That's the question!</title><content type='html'>Um questionamento um tanto quanto atípico (e até meio renovês) aqui neste blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que raios a gente cisma em ficar longe de Deus, hein?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô falando de mim mesma, não tô apontando o dedo pra ninguém... É a primeira vez que volto de um "deserto" e me questiono sobre isso porque realmente tô sem entender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perto dEle as coisas boas parecem ter mais valor, nos sentimos mais queridos ainda porque passamos a ver detalhes que nos fazem privilegiados. As coisas ruins parecem vir com mais força, mas você também se sente mais forte pra lutar contra elas e vencer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha... Acho que Deus esqueceu ou colocou a mais algum ingrediente quando nos fez viu! rs... Essa história de que somos imagem e semelhança dEle é balela! Ele não é complicado e confuso assim... Ele é simples. Basta se aconchegar nos braços dEle e pronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha, muito me espanta... rs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra não perder o costume:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look at me dreaming of you&lt;br /&gt;All I could hope is to have you&lt;br /&gt;To have you walking with me&lt;br /&gt;Laughing so in love, we two&lt;br /&gt;Almost drunkenly&lt;br /&gt;I did imbibe of this&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy of you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I a fool to think?&lt;br /&gt;The way you looked at me&lt;br /&gt;I swear you did&lt;br /&gt;But you looked away too quick&lt;br /&gt;Was I a fool, was I a fool to think&lt;br /&gt;That you would take me home&lt;br /&gt;As if I was yours&lt;br /&gt;Was I fool to think it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown tired of love&lt;br /&gt;You are the trouble with me&lt;br /&gt;I watch you walk right by&lt;br /&gt;I smile, you do not notice me&lt;br /&gt;Treat me recklessly&lt;br /&gt;All you do is toss me pennies out&lt;br /&gt;But the silence in me screaming&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come and get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I a fool to think?&lt;br /&gt;The way you looked at me&lt;br /&gt;I swear you did&lt;br /&gt;But you looked away too quick&lt;br /&gt;Was I a fool, was I a fool to think&lt;br /&gt;That you would take me home&lt;br /&gt;As if I was yours&lt;br /&gt;Was I a fool to think at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I a fool to think?&lt;br /&gt;The way you looked at me&lt;br /&gt;I swear you did&lt;br /&gt;But you looked away too quick&lt;br /&gt;Was I a fool, was I a fool to think&lt;br /&gt;That you would take me home&lt;br /&gt;As if I was yours&lt;br /&gt;Was I a fool to thik at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make a mess of me here&lt;br /&gt;I dance a thousand steps for you&lt;br /&gt;If you say yes to me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be whatever gets you through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make a mess of me here (was I a fool?)&lt;br /&gt;I dance a thousand steps for you (was I a fool?)&lt;br /&gt;Was I a fool, was I a fool to think?&lt;br /&gt;Am I a fool, am I a fool for you?&lt;br /&gt;(Fool To Think - Dave Matthews Band)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241476827911130166-1614671415574513370?l=violaovozevinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1614671415574513370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241476827911130166&amp;postID=1614671415574513370' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/1614671415574513370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/1614671415574513370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/2008/03/fool-or-not-fool-its-question.html' title='Fool or not fool? That&apos;s the question!'/><author><name>Thais Pryscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108479135173184332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3KzuINGr34/Tbo5U2GgDNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/eTiPaeBhu0U/s220/Recent%2B12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241476827911130166.post-4758949866654791734</id><published>2008-03-16T18:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:56:30.187-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O espaço entre o seu coração e o meu é que preencheremos com o tempo...</title><content type='html'>You cannot quit me so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Is no hope in you for me?&lt;br /&gt;No corner you could squeeze me?&lt;br /&gt;But I got all the time for you, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The space between&lt;br /&gt;The tears we cry&lt;br /&gt;Is the laughter that keeps us coming back for more.&lt;br /&gt;The space between&lt;br /&gt;The wicked lies we tell&lt;br /&gt;And hope to keep safe from the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will I hold you again?&lt;br /&gt;These fickle, fuddled words confuse me,&lt;br /&gt;Like 'Will it rain today?'&lt;br /&gt;We waste the hours with talking, talking...&lt;br /&gt;These twisted games we're playing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're strange allies&lt;br /&gt;With warring hearts&lt;br /&gt;What a wild-eyed beast you be.&lt;br /&gt;The space between&lt;br /&gt;The wicked lies we tell&lt;br /&gt;And hope to keep safe from the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I hold you again?&lt;br /&gt;Will I hold....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at us spinning off in&lt;br /&gt;The madness of a roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;You know you went off like a devil&lt;br /&gt;In a church in the middle of a crowded room.&lt;br /&gt;All we can do, my love,&lt;br /&gt;Is hope we don't take this ship down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The space between&lt;br /&gt;Where you're smiling high&lt;br /&gt;Is where you'll find me if I get to go.&lt;br /&gt;The space between&lt;br /&gt;The bullets in our firefight&lt;br /&gt;Is where I'll be hiding, waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;The rain that falls&lt;br /&gt;Splash in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Ran like sadness down the window into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The space between&lt;br /&gt;Our wicked lies&lt;br /&gt;Is where we hope to keep safe from pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're walking out of here.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right out of here.&lt;br /&gt;Love is all we need, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The space between&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong and right&lt;br /&gt;Is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;The space between&lt;br /&gt;Your heart and mine&lt;br /&gt;Is the space we'll fill with time.&lt;br /&gt;The space between...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Space Between - Dave Matthews Band)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241476827911130166-4758949866654791734?l=violaovozevinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4758949866654791734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241476827911130166&amp;postID=4758949866654791734' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/4758949866654791734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/4758949866654791734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-espao-entre-o-seu-corao-e-o-meu-o.html' title='O espaço entre o seu coração e o meu é que preencheremos com o tempo...'/><author><name>Thais Pryscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108479135173184332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3KzuINGr34/Tbo5U2GgDNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/eTiPaeBhu0U/s220/Recent%2B12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241476827911130166.post-714384570453988296</id><published>2008-02-23T12:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T13:36:53.445-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu voltei, voltei para ficaaaaaaaarrrrr!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ai que clichê! rs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu voltei... E este é só o aviso de "aguarde e confie"(By Didi Mocó) acompanhado de uma limpeza na casa aqui, viu! rs....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241476827911130166-714384570453988296?l=violaovozevinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/feeds/714384570453988296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241476827911130166&amp;postID=714384570453988296' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/714384570453988296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/714384570453988296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/2008/02/eu-volteeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiii.html' title='Eu voltei, voltei para ficaaaaaaaarrrrr!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Thais Pryscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108479135173184332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3KzuINGr34/Tbo5U2GgDNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/eTiPaeBhu0U/s220/Recent%2B12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241476827911130166.post-3780736701180342062</id><published>2007-10-28T23:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:25:59.243-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Interrompemos nossa programação normal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Puxa... tô há um tempão querendo postar pra contar minhas novas conquistas, mas hoje, frente a mais uma delas, tenho uma notícia triste e uma homenagem pra postar... Até porque me fez pensar muito... Deixa que amanhã ou depois eu conto as novidades, hoje quero apenas constatar mais uma vez que a vida é curta... Que devemos deixar muito pouco pra fazer amanhã porque ele pode não existir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126572907162293954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/RyU-5baM1sI/AAAAAAAAABM/omsZNscDy38/s320/priscila-antunes-nunes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa era a Pri... Minha xará na Telemar... Chegou do ABN no CGS "causando" rsrs... Apesar do mesmo nome, era o meu oposto em muita coisa... A gente combinava só no nome mesmo e no alto astral! rs... Ela tava sempre alegre, não tinha tempo ruim! Pegou rapidão o trampo e dava um gás do caramba lá no CGS... Pelo menos durante o tempo que convivi com ela tanto como operação quanto como suporte nivel 2...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfim... Que Deus a tenha do ladinho dEle, que perdoe todos os possíveis vacilos e que cuide da família dela também...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E é como eu falei, isso prova mais uma vez que a vida é curta... Deixar pra amanhã pode ser fatal... Quanta gente eu não vejo há tanto tempo? Quantas "promessas" de tomar umas ou tomar um café eu não faço e deixo pra lá? Essa vai ser a meta do ano que vem, mas que vou tentar começar hoje mesmo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se tem algo que me faz pensar, é a urgência da vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom, vamos dormir... Amanhã é um novo dia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pri, vai com Deus! Que Nossa Senhora te guie pro encontro dEle e que conforte sua família e seus amigos que ficaram por aqui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241476827911130166-3780736701180342062?l=violaovozevinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3780736701180342062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241476827911130166&amp;postID=3780736701180342062' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/3780736701180342062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/3780736701180342062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/2007/10/interrompemos-nossa-programao-normal.html' title='Interrompemos nossa programação normal...'/><author><name>Thais Pryscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108479135173184332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3KzuINGr34/Tbo5U2GgDNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/eTiPaeBhu0U/s220/Recent%2B12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/RyU-5baM1sI/AAAAAAAAABM/omsZNscDy38/s72-c/priscila-antunes-nunes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241476827911130166.post-2255013380155011458</id><published>2007-09-28T17:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:25:59.499-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Que dá medo do medo que dá!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/Rv1rO1mzo5I/AAAAAAAAABE/Q_ZVgUQ6He0/s1600-h/grito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115362654414939026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/Rv1rO1mzo5I/AAAAAAAAABE/Q_ZVgUQ6He0/s200/grito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Pô...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tô com esta musica desde ontem na cabeça... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfeita pra expressar meu momento!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tienen miedo del amor y no saber amar&lt;br /&gt;Tienem miedo de la sombra y miedo de la luz&lt;br /&gt;Tienem miedo de pedir y miedo de callar&lt;br /&gt;Miedo que da miedo del miedo que da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tienem miedo de subir y miedo de bajar&lt;br /&gt;Tienem miedo de la noche y miedo del azul&lt;br /&gt;Tienem miedo de escupir y miedo de aguantar&lt;br /&gt;Miedo que da miedo del miedo que da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El miedo es una sombra que el temor no esquiva&lt;br /&gt;El miedo es una trampa que atrapó al amor&lt;br /&gt;El miedo es la palanca que apagó la vida&lt;br /&gt;El miedo es una grieta que agrandó el dolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de gente e de solidão&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo da vida e medo de morrer&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de ficar e medo de escapulir&lt;br /&gt;Medo que dá medo do medo que dá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de acender e medo de apagar&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de esperar e medo de partir&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de correr e medo de cair&lt;br /&gt;Medo que dá medo do medo que dá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O medo é uma linha que separa o mundo&lt;br /&gt;O medo é uma casa aonde ninguém vai&lt;br /&gt;O medo é como un laço que se aperta em nós&lt;br /&gt;O medo é uma força que não me deixa andar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tienem miedo de reir y miedo de llorar&lt;br /&gt;Tienem miedo de encontrarse y miedo de no ser&lt;br /&gt;Tienem miedo de decir y miedo de escuchar&lt;br /&gt;Miedo que da miedo del miedo que da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de parar e medo de avançar&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de amarrar e medo de quebrar&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de exigir e medo de deixar&lt;br /&gt;Medo que dá medo do medo que dá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O medo é uma sombra que o temor não desvia&lt;br /&gt;O medo é uma armadilha que pegou o amor&lt;br /&gt;O medo é uma chave, que apagou a vida&lt;br /&gt;O medo é uma brecha que fez crescer a dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El miedo es una raya que separa el mundo&lt;br /&gt;El miedo es una casa donde nadie va&lt;br /&gt;El miedo es como un lazo que se apierta en nudo&lt;br /&gt;El miedo es una fuerza que me impide andar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medo de olhar no fundo&lt;br /&gt;Medo de dobrar a esquina&lt;br /&gt;Medo de ficar no escuro&lt;br /&gt;De passar em branco, de cruzar a linha&lt;br /&gt;Medo de se achar sozinho&lt;br /&gt;De perder a rédea, a pose e o prumo&lt;br /&gt;Medo de pedir arrego, medo de vagar sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medo estampado na cara ou escondido no porão&lt;br /&gt;O medo circulando nas veias&lt;br /&gt;Ou em rota de colisão&lt;br /&gt;O medo é do Deus ou do demo&lt;br /&gt;É ordem ou é confusão&lt;br /&gt;O medo é medonho, o medo domina&lt;br /&gt;O medo é a medida da indecisão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medo de fechar a cara, medo de encarar&lt;br /&gt;Medo de calar a boca, medo de escutar&lt;br /&gt;Medo de passar a perna, medo de cair&lt;br /&gt;Medo de fazer de conta, medo de dormir&lt;br /&gt;Medo de se arrepender, medo de deixar por fazer&lt;br /&gt;Medo de se amargurar pelo que não se fez&lt;br /&gt;Medo de perder a vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medo de fugir da raia na hora H&lt;br /&gt;Medo de morrer na praia depois de beber o mar&lt;br /&gt;Medo... que dá medo do medo que dá&lt;br /&gt;Miedo... que da miedo del miedo que da&lt;br /&gt;(Miedo ou Medo, dá na mesma! - Lenine)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É aquela premissa básica em forma de música "Eu estava em paz quando você chegou..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que paz, viu! :-S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241476827911130166-2255013380155011458?l=violaovozevinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2255013380155011458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241476827911130166&amp;postID=2255013380155011458' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/2255013380155011458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/2255013380155011458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/2007/09/que-d-medo-do-medo-que-d.html' title='Que dá medo do medo que dá!'/><author><name>Thais Pryscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108479135173184332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3KzuINGr34/Tbo5U2GgDNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/eTiPaeBhu0U/s220/Recent%2B12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/Rv1rO1mzo5I/AAAAAAAAABE/Q_ZVgUQ6He0/s72-c/grito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241476827911130166.post-3241296304061494815</id><published>2007-09-14T03:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:25:59.639-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Esquisita pra caramba!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/Ruopbv5GQcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dn5ApfBB9ow/s1600-h/DSC06530+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109942283894407618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/Ruopbv5GQcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dn5ApfBB9ow/s320/DSC06530+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É fogo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quanto mais você se esforça pra ser forte, mais você percebe que não pode nem com a sua vontade de comer chocolate, quanto mais com o resto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terminando de matar o segundo leão gigante do dia (que já é noite ou madrugada, como prefiram), em meio a um clima de conquista e realização profissional, me deparo com um sentimento antigo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho que é coisa da madrugada, viu... Não é possível! Fazia tempo que não me sentia assim... Paciência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem coisas (TUM!) que só seu coração faz por você!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Staying home alone on a Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flat on the floor looking back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On old love or lack thereof&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After all the crushes are faded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all my wishful thinking was wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm jaded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate it! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm tired of being alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So tired of being alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt;Searching all my days just to find you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not sure who I'm looking for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll know it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I see you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Staying up all night just to write&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A love song for no one... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm tired of being alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So tired of being alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So hurry up and get here &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could have met you in a sandbox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could have passed you on the sidewalk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could I have missed my chance and watched you walk away?&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So tired of being alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll be so good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll be so good for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Love song for no one - John Mayer)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241476827911130166-3241296304061494815?l=violaovozevinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3241296304061494815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241476827911130166&amp;postID=3241296304061494815' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/3241296304061494815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/3241296304061494815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/2007/09/esquisita-pra-caramba.html' title='Esquisita pra caramba!'/><author><name>Thais Pryscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108479135173184332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3KzuINGr34/Tbo5U2GgDNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/eTiPaeBhu0U/s220/Recent%2B12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/Ruopbv5GQcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dn5ApfBB9ow/s72-c/DSC06530+%5B800x600%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241476827911130166.post-5315986269948117177</id><published>2007-09-03T09:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:25:59.786-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento Xou da Xuxa</title><content type='html'>Eu quero mandar um beijo pro Dave Mustaine, Bruce Dickinson, Dave Matthews, pra minha mãe, pro meu pai e especialmente para o James Hetfield!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/Rtv5SWAg2cI/AAAAAAAAAA0/83VSMD8pNSo/s1600-h/DSCN5861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105948696095283650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/Rtv5SWAg2cI/AAAAAAAAAA0/83VSMD8pNSo/s200/DSCN5861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe... Esses tem sido meus grandes companheiros de noite na academia! rsrsrsrs... Sem eles eu não seria nadaaaaaaaaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-6 e rumo aos 60!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241476827911130166-5315986269948117177?l=violaovozevinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5315986269948117177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241476827911130166&amp;postID=5315986269948117177' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/5315986269948117177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/5315986269948117177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/2007/09/momento-xou-da-xuxa.html' title='Momento Xou da Xuxa'/><author><name>Thais Pryscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108479135173184332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3KzuINGr34/Tbo5U2GgDNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/eTiPaeBhu0U/s220/Recent%2B12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/Rtv5SWAg2cI/AAAAAAAAAA0/83VSMD8pNSo/s72-c/DSCN5861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241476827911130166.post-4721702315039064977</id><published>2007-08-12T03:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:26:00.154-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nâo sai da cabeça...</title><content type='html'>Faz um tempo que fui apresentada à essa musiquinha... Mas sabe, de uns dias pra cá, os questionamentos e as promessas que ela deixa em mim, vem fazendo mais sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que ela é completa, dispensa comentários...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097698748677207282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/Rr6qAM7btPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0v9SM0WKwXQ/s320/My+tatoo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90 miles outside Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop driving, I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;So many questions I need an answer&lt;br /&gt;Two years later you're still on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to Emilia Earhart&lt;br /&gt;Who holds the stars up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Is true love just once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Did the captain of the Titanic cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know if love can move a mountain&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know why the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know why I wasn't meant for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody know the way to Atlantis&lt;br /&gt;Or what the wind says when she cries&lt;br /&gt;I'm speeding by the place that I met you&lt;br /&gt;For the 97th time..... tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know why Samson loved Delilah&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll go dancing on the moon&lt;br /&gt;Someday you'll know that I was the one for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;I watched the stars crash in the sea&lt;br /&gt;If I could ask God just one question&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't you here with me....tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Someday we'll know - New Radicals)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241476827911130166-4721702315039064977?l=violaovozevinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4721702315039064977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241476827911130166&amp;postID=4721702315039064977' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/4721702315039064977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/4721702315039064977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-sai-da-cabea.html' title='Nâo sai da cabeça...'/><author><name>Thais Pryscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108479135173184332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3KzuINGr34/Tbo5U2GgDNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/eTiPaeBhu0U/s220/Recent%2B12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/Rr6qAM7btPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0v9SM0WKwXQ/s72-c/My+tatoo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241476827911130166.post-8378958908782273882</id><published>2007-08-08T00:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:26:00.310-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Time after time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/RrlAE87btOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZOX1hUkJZ70/s1600-h/eu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096174907165488354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/RrlAE87btOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZOX1hUkJZ70/s320/eu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It’s hard to tell what you’re going through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You kept your feelings locked inside of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Open your heart and chances are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What you’re feeling I’m feeling too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only just for a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold on to the dreams that we had..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Miles Away - Winger)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/5241476827911130166-8378958908782273882?l=violaovozevinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8378958908782273882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241476827911130166&amp;postID=8378958908782273882' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/8378958908782273882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/8378958908782273882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-hard-to-tell-what-youre-going.html' title='Time after time...'/><author><name>Thais Pryscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108479135173184332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3KzuINGr34/Tbo5U2GgDNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/eTiPaeBhu0U/s220/Recent%2B12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/RrlAE87btOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZOX1hUkJZ70/s72-c/eu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241476827911130166.post-759613309340012827</id><published>2007-07-17T23:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T23:48:14.751-03:00</updated><title type='text'>5 segundos fazem muita diferença...</title><content type='html'>É... Infelizmente hoje o tópico não é feliz... É para tentar expressar o que tô pensando...&lt;br /&gt;Recentemente cheguei à conclusão que 12 anos fazem uma diferença imensa... Não se pode voltar atrás por conta de atitudes não tomadas depois desse tempo todo.&lt;br /&gt;Depois, vi que 5 anos podem não mudar muito uma pessoa, mas podem fazer essa pessoa evoluir muito, crescer muito. Ou cair também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há uns 6 meses descobri que vivi mais durante o ano que tinha passado do que nos últimos 4... Esse ano realmente foi um divisor de águas na minha vida. Boa parte de mim ficou pra trás, uma outra boa parte eu agreguei. Mas no geral, a essência da Thais continua a mesma, isso não muda nunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em menos de 3 meses já tenho 3 viagens internacionais no passaporte, tendendo a ter mais duas ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semana retrasada assisti um filme no cinema que falava sobre isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é o tempo pra gente? Quanta coisa não acontece em segundos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhando as manchetes do acidente em Congonhas (&lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/cotidiano/ult95u312824.shtml"&gt;http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/cotidiano/ult95u312824.shtml&lt;/a&gt;) fiquei aqui pensando quantas pessoas podiam ter morrido e quantas podiam ter evitado a morte por questão de segundos? Um farol que se acelera a passagem, ou uma conversão que fazem na tua frente e te atrasam... Aquela corridinha que damos pra pegar o farol de pedestres aberto...&lt;br /&gt;É por essas e outras que tenho vivido diariamente o "Só por hoje" e o "Carpe Diem" em conjunto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia a morte me pegar de surpresa, quero ir pro outro lado satisfeita comigo mesma e com a minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu ir dormir... Aqui no Paraguay temos uma hora a menos, mas meu corpo ainda segue o horário de Brasília...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241476827911130166-759613309340012827?l=violaovozevinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/feeds/759613309340012827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241476827911130166&amp;postID=759613309340012827' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/759613309340012827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/759613309340012827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/2007/07/5-segundos-fazem-muita-diferena.html' title='5 segundos fazem muita diferença...'/><author><name>Thais Pryscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108479135173184332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3KzuINGr34/Tbo5U2GgDNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/eTiPaeBhu0U/s220/Recent%2B12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241476827911130166.post-1713752431976800974</id><published>2007-07-11T14:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:26:00.489-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Então...</title><content type='html'>Meus visitantes queridos... Me desculpem a ausência!!! A inspiração existe... o que falta é tempo para postar!!! Muitas outras coisas me fizeram parar e pensar desde o último post, mas esta música é a de hoje, que não consigo tirar de jeito nenhum do iTunes nem do iPod... Beijinhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/RpUXnw4pnfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aTd2F2o4p_8/s1600-h/Campos+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085997326089690610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/RpUXnw4pnfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aTd2F2o4p_8/s320/Campos+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já andei por tantas terras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já venci mil guerras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já levei porradas, dominei meu medo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já cavei trincheiras no meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descobri nos pesadelos sonhos mutilados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E acordei no meio de anjos cansados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De serem usados pela solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Meu coração é um campo minado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muito cuidado ele pode explodir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E se depois de tão dilacerado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For desarmado por quem há de vir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguém que queira compensar a dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plantar o sonho e ver nascer a flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguém que queira então me residir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E explodir meu coração de amor... (Campo Minado - Jessé)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241476827911130166-1713752431976800974?l=violaovozevinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1713752431976800974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241476827911130166&amp;postID=1713752431976800974' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/1713752431976800974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/1713752431976800974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/2007/07/j-andei-por-tantas-terras-j-venci-mil.html' title='Então...'/><author><name>Thais Pryscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108479135173184332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3KzuINGr34/Tbo5U2GgDNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/eTiPaeBhu0U/s220/Recent%2B12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/RpUXnw4pnfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aTd2F2o4p_8/s72-c/Campos+185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241476827911130166.post-5111626534795760093</id><published>2007-06-12T14:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T14:44:15.798-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Àquele que ainda não conheço...</title><content type='html'>Quando chegar, não chegues de mansinho... Faça aquele estardalhaço que só você saberá fazer!!!Me deixe sem dormir, a pensar em ti, com aquele olhar bobo que só os apaixonados têm... Mas que não pare por aí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que saibas o que sinto sem precisar esconder num sorriso amarelo as perguntas ainda sem resposta e as respostas que eu não queria ter ouvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me jogues na piscina com roupa, sapato e até o celular no bolso... Tenha a certeza que vou me fingir de afogada para que pules em seguida! Que me suje a cara com o chantilly do bolo de aniversário, mas que olhe junto comigo para um futuro próximo, não mais que o próximo final de semana e assim possamos juntos viver o hoje, deixando o passado onde ele deve ficar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que seja teimoso, turrão e tenha mais um monte de defeitos para que eu possa aprender a falar da forma certa, aprender a te amar e compreender aos poucos e possa te fazer cócegas pra fazer você rir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me entendas num sorriso, numa cara amarrada, num grito, sem que eu precise te explicar como sou e no que preciso melhorar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que discordemos e briguemos o suficiente para não morrermos de diabetes de tão melosos, mas que saibamos nos cativar e cultivar nas coisas simples, numa rosa vermelha ou num bilhete deixado na carteira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde quer que estejas, que não te deixes endurecer pela tua experiência! Que ela tenha te preparado para que possamos partilhar os tropeços, os sucessos, as coisas engraçadas, as lágrimas... E se isso não for possível, que eu possa perceber o quão fechado estás e te ajudar a amar e amar cada vez mais a si mesmo e àqueles que te merecem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Diem! Que Vivamos tudo o que deve ser vivido antes de nos encontrarmos! Algumas situações serão indispensáveis para que estejamos preparados um pro outro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, estejas tu dentro de mim, ao meu lado ou do outro lado do mundo, que saibas que nosso encontro será perfeito, com todas as imperfeições necessárias, nem um segundo além ou adiante do que deve ser...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241476827911130166-5111626534795760093?l=violaovozevinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5111626534795760093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241476827911130166&amp;postID=5111626534795760093' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/5111626534795760093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/5111626534795760093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/2007/06/quele-que-ainda-no-conheo.html' title='Àquele que ainda não conheço...'/><author><name>Thais Pryscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108479135173184332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3KzuINGr34/Tbo5U2GgDNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/eTiPaeBhu0U/s220/Recent%2B12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241476827911130166.post-7585711472774009116</id><published>2007-06-10T16:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T16:44:01.289-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feriado de Corpus Christi beeeeem punk!</title><content type='html'>Eu pensei muitas vezes parar e não dar nem resposta...&lt;br /&gt;Pensei na fuga esconder-me, ir longe de Ti, mas Tua força venceu e ao final eu fiquei seduzida.&lt;br /&gt;É difícil agora viver sem saudades de Ti!&lt;br /&gt;Me chamaste para caminhar na vida contigo... Decidi para sempre segui-te, não voltar atrás.&lt;br /&gt;Me puseste uma brasa no peito e uma flecha na alma, é difícil agora viver sem lembrar-me de Ti.&lt;br /&gt;Ó Jesus, não me deixes jamais caminhar solitária, pois conheces a minha fraqueza e o meu coração. Vem ensina-me a viver a vida na Tua presença,no amor dos irmãos, na alegria, na paz, na união...&lt;br /&gt;Te amarei, Senhor... Te amarei, Senhor! Eu só encontro a paz e a alegria bem perto de Ti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241476827911130166-7585711472774009116?l=violaovozevinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7585711472774009116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241476827911130166&amp;postID=7585711472774009116' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/7585711472774009116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/7585711472774009116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/2007/06/feriado-de-corpus-christi-beeeeem-punk.html' title='Feriado de Corpus Christi beeeeem punk!'/><author><name>Thais Pryscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108479135173184332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3KzuINGr34/Tbo5U2GgDNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/eTiPaeBhu0U/s220/Recent%2B12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241476827911130166.post-6352577635193921570</id><published>2007-05-23T10:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:26:00.681-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/RlRErmsxSXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LizW8iWWUZc/s1600-h/sorriso.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067750996612041074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/RlRErmsxSXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LizW8iWWUZc/s320/sorriso.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Pros erros há perdão;&lt;br /&gt;pros fracassos, chance;&lt;br /&gt;pros amores impossíveis, tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De nada adianta cercar um coração vazio ou economizar alma.&lt;br /&gt;Um romance cujo fim é instantâneo ou indolor não é romance.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe que a saudade sufoque, que a rotina acomode, que o medo impeça de tentar.&lt;br /&gt;Desconfie do destino e acredite em você.&lt;br /&gt;Gaste mais horas realizando que sonhando, fazendo que planejando, vivendo que esperando, porque embora quem quase morre esteja vivo, quem quase vive já morreu." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Atribuído a Veríssimo, mas eu duvido um pouco...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241476827911130166-6352577635193921570?l=violaovozevinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6352577635193921570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241476827911130166&amp;postID=6352577635193921570' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/6352577635193921570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/6352577635193921570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/2007/05/pros-erros-h-perdo-pros-fracassos.html' title=''/><author><name>Thais Pryscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108479135173184332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3KzuINGr34/Tbo5U2GgDNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/eTiPaeBhu0U/s220/Recent%2B12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/RlRErmsxSXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LizW8iWWUZc/s72-c/sorriso.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241476827911130166.post-3850626734549291427</id><published>2007-05-20T21:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:26:00.861-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Final de semana em Sorocaba: UNTRUE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/RlDpBGsxSWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BkL-TE_zYVo/s1600-h/DSC05105+%5B800x600%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066805785979341154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/RlDpBGsxSWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BkL-TE_zYVo/s320/DSC05105+%5B800x600%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this feels strange and untrue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I won't waste a minute without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bones ache, my skin feels cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm getting so tired and so old&lt;br /&gt;The anger swells in my guts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I won't feel these slices and cuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want so much to open your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;´Cause I need you to look into mine&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll open your eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get up, get out, get away from these liars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;´Cause they don't get your soul or your fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we'll walk from this dark room for the last time&lt;br /&gt;Every minute from this minute now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can do what we like anywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want so much to open your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;´Cause I need you to look into mine&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll open your eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this feels strange and untrue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I won't waste a minute without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Snow Patrol - Open your eyes) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241476827911130166-3850626734549291427?l=violaovozevinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3850626734549291427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241476827911130166&amp;postID=3850626734549291427' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/3850626734549291427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/3850626734549291427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/2007/05/droga.html' title='Final de semana em Sorocaba: UNTRUE!'/><author><name>Thais Pryscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108479135173184332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3KzuINGr34/Tbo5U2GgDNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/eTiPaeBhu0U/s220/Recent%2B12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsmbZlxMpi0/RlDpBGsxSWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BkL-TE_zYVo/s72-c/DSC05105+%5B800x600%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241476827911130166.post-2918286551890045757</id><published>2007-05-14T15:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T15:24:00.532-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De mau humor sim, qual o problema?</title><content type='html'>É... Essa é a Thais nesta manhã de segunda-feira.&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria saber por que raios um dia as mulheres fizeram questão de lutar pela igualdade de direitos!&lt;br /&gt;E agora quem paga, sou eu! Humpf!&lt;br /&gt;Bom, daqui a pouco, ou no máximo amanhã, isso passa. Agora eu realmente só queria colo e o meu edredon vermelho.&lt;br /&gt;Quando passar, conto... Tirei foto com o Caetano Veloso! rs...&lt;br /&gt;Ano passado me superei no número de shows, este ano vou me superar no número de fotos com famosos e autógrafos!&lt;br /&gt;Hasta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241476827911130166-2918286551890045757?l=violaovozevinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2918286551890045757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241476827911130166&amp;postID=2918286551890045757' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/2918286551890045757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/2918286551890045757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/2007/05/de-mau-humor-sim-qual-o-problema.html' title='De mau humor sim, qual o problema?'/><author><name>Thais Pryscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108479135173184332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3KzuINGr34/Tbo5U2GgDNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/eTiPaeBhu0U/s220/Recent%2B12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241476827911130166.post-7294682201703513887</id><published>2007-05-09T22:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T22:53:21.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Post NON SENSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Mais conhecida como Tese de Binelli)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando uma manada de búfalos é caçada, só os búfalos mais fracos e lentos, em geral doentes, que estão atrás do rebanho, são mortos primeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Essa seleção natural é boa para a manada como um todo, porque aumenta a velocidade média e a saúde de todo o rebanho pela matança regular dos seus membros mais fracos.&lt;br /&gt;De forma parecida opera o cérebro humano: beber álcool em excesso, como nós sabemos, mata neurônios, mas, naturalmente, ele ataca os neurônios mais fracos e lentos primeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Neste caso, o consumo regular de cerveja, cachaça, whisky, vinho, rum, vodka, elimina os neurônios mais lentos, tornando seu cérebro uma máquina mais rápida e eficiente.&lt;br /&gt;E mais: 23% dos acidentes de trânsito são provocados pelo consumo de álcool.&lt;br /&gt;Isto significa que os outros 77% dos acidentes são causados pelos que bebem água, suco ou refrigerante ou outra coisa qualquer!&lt;br /&gt;Colabore!&lt;br /&gt;Seja inteligente!&lt;br /&gt;Moral da História: JÁ PRO BOTECO !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241476827911130166-7294682201703513887?l=violaovozevinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7294682201703513887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241476827911130166&amp;postID=7294682201703513887' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/7294682201703513887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/7294682201703513887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/2007/05/post-non-sense.html' title='Post NON SENSE'/><author><name>Thais Pryscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108479135173184332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3KzuINGr34/Tbo5U2GgDNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/eTiPaeBhu0U/s220/Recent%2B12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241476827911130166.post-420324036313283241</id><published>2007-05-01T23:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:23:57.690-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olha...</title><content type='html'>O UOL tá me sacaneando com os comentários, aqui roubaram minha idéia do Violão e Voz... E como vinho nunca é demais, aqui estamos nós começando outro blog...&lt;br /&gt;E é incrível como Roberto Carlos sempre cai bem, não? Quando ouvi essa que tá aí embaixo cantada pelo Chico Buarque, fui ao delírio! rs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olha você tem todas as coisas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que um dia eu sonhei prá mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cabeça cheia de problemas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não me importo, eu gosto mesmo assim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem os olhos cheios de esperança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De uma cor que mais ninguém possui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me traz meu passado e as lembranças&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coisas que eu quis ser e não fui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olha você vive tão distante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muito além do que eu posso ter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu que sempre fui tão inconstante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te juro, meu amor, agora é prá valer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olha, vem comigo aonde eu for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seja minha amante, meu amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vem seguir comigo o meu caminho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E viver a vida só de amor (Roberto e Erasmo - Olha)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PRA ALGUÉM QUE TENHO CERTEZA QUE NÃO LÊ ESTE BLOG:  &lt;/span&gt;Apesar dessa música dizer tudo, eu gostaria de completar que tá foda! Tá foda esperar, tá foda imaginar, tá foda aguentar... Se soubesses do estrago que o teu silêncio é capaz de fazer aqui dentro... Mas eu espero... Pode ser que ainda seja cedo, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, depois de uma formatação e uma escova de chocolate branco (kkkkkk! como é engraçado dizer isso!), com esse frio todo que tá fazendo pra estas bandas, só Roberto Carlos mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;A cabeça dando um nó, querendo resolver tudo... Eu vou aproveitar este blog e começar a botar tudo pra fora! O mais difícil eu fiz, o resto a gente resolve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241476827911130166-420324036313283241?l=violaovozevinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/feeds/420324036313283241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5241476827911130166&amp;postID=420324036313283241' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/420324036313283241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241476827911130166/posts/default/420324036313283241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violaovozevinho.blogspot.com/2007/05/olha.html' title='Olha...'/><author><name>Thais Pryscilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12108479135173184332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3KzuINGr34/Tbo5U2GgDNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/eTiPaeBhu0U/s220/Recent%2B12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
