<?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-6535310966041512502</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:42:05.557-07:00</updated><category term='nada'/><category term='little joy'/><title type='text'>óbvio utópico;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ellen Lapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568179562390357702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535310966041512502.post-4393846092888090747</id><published>2009-11-30T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T19:06:38.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/SxSINi4y7CI/AAAAAAAAAgI/h9NW0J_aIHY/s1600/meninas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410098818663509026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/SxSINi4y7CI/AAAAAAAAAgI/h9NW0J_aIHY/s400/meninas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/SxSIEy4JLEI/AAAAAAAAAgA/aUdsBWTca3c/s1600/meninas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/6535310966041512502-4393846092888090747?l=lapaellen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/feeds/4393846092888090747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535310966041512502&amp;postID=4393846092888090747' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/4393846092888090747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/4393846092888090747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellen Lapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568179562390357702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/SxSINi4y7CI/AAAAAAAAAgI/h9NW0J_aIHY/s72-c/meninas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535310966041512502.post-8402135184146745269</id><published>2009-05-02T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T04:43:31.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little joy'/><title type='text'>evaporar;</title><content type='html'>Tempo a gente tem&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a gente dá&lt;br /&gt;Corre o que correr&lt;br /&gt;Custa o que custar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que eu perdi&lt;br /&gt;Só agora eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Aprender a dar foi o que ganhei&lt;br /&gt;E ando ainda atrás desse tempo ter&lt;br /&gt;Pude não correr pra ele me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Não se mexer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*little joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535310966041512502-8402135184146745269?l=lapaellen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/feeds/8402135184146745269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535310966041512502&amp;postID=8402135184146745269' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/8402135184146745269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/8402135184146745269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/2009/05/evaporar.html' title='evaporar;'/><author><name>Ellen Lapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568179562390357702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535310966041512502.post-7969602153368331941</id><published>2008-10-30T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:26:07.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu não sei mais quem eu sou. Ou pior, talvez eu tenha descoberto.&lt;br /&gt;   Já não me cubro tanto do passado pra justificar meus erros. Já não me cubro tanto de pedaços pra disfarçar a falta de diferença.&lt;br /&gt;   Todo o fel em vão. E que nunca existiu.&lt;br /&gt;   O espelho que agora reflete, incomoda.&lt;br /&gt;   Divertia me os personagens do outro lado.&lt;br /&gt;   Não mais fatal. Só real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535310966041512502-7969602153368331941?l=lapaellen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/feeds/7969602153368331941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535310966041512502&amp;postID=7969602153368331941' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/7969602153368331941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/7969602153368331941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/2008/10/eu-no-sei-mais-quem-eu-sou.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellen Lapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568179562390357702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535310966041512502.post-8084668347375168406</id><published>2008-07-30T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:10:28.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colocando as coisas nas caixas...</title><content type='html'>e me mudando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Mas não de endereço... mudando de mim mesma!&lt;br /&gt;Embalando algumas coisas que devem vir comigo. Outras vão ficar pois as substitueirei por novas versões melhoradas e outras ficaram ai pra se alguém resolver pegar. Não vou jogar no lixo, alguém vai precisar... Não eu!&lt;br /&gt;  Vou deixar pra trás muito do meu orgulho... vou precisar de um novo, mas menos ousado.&lt;br /&gt;   Deixar também antigos amores que não deram o valor... e junto com esses velhos amores vou deixar também todos os sentimentos que a dor de perdê-los marcaram em mim.&lt;br /&gt;   Deixei num cantinho, meio escondido para que quem ache veja que não tem valor, caixas e caixas de indiferença, rancor, preconceito e umas coisas que eu não sei o nome mas que me fizeram uma pessoa meio fria e insensível.&lt;br /&gt;   Ainda vou precisar de egoismo... Mas um novo! Um que me ajude a me preocupar comigo mesma e não passar por cima dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;   Vou precisar de um novo estoque de lágrimas... Daquelas que usamos até em comerciais de margarina. As minhas haviam passado da data de validade.&lt;br /&gt;   Meu gosto musical anda surrado mas funcionando direitinho... Encostando no ouvido ainda consigo ouvir o bom e velho rock, um pouco de blues, jazz e até mpb! Guardei na bolsa comigo pra não perder.&lt;br /&gt;   Novas idéias e novas habilidades não precisei comprar... Axei por ai... Me esperando talvez. Mas estão bem conservadas e são de ótima qualidade.&lt;br /&gt;  Mandei reformar os sapatos. Antes muito pesados me prendiam ao chão... Agora mais leves me deixarão sonhar um pouco mais, mas sem perder o juízo.&lt;br /&gt;  O juízo inclusive não deu pra trocar... Já estava fora da garantia. Levei na assistência técnica e agora está funcionando bem melhor!&lt;br /&gt;   Embalando tudo, encontrei meu coração... Empoeirado, esquecido há muito tempo em uma gaveta. Não dá pra comprar um novo. Não dá pra jogar fora. O jeito é cuidar. Um pouco de um novo amor e umas gotas daquelas lágrimas novas e logo ele vai ficar bom.&lt;br /&gt;  Tudo pronto pra mudança. E eu sei que daqui a pouco tudo parecerá menos divertido e vai  dar saudades de antiga " casa". Mas não dá mais pra voltar. O jeito é me adaptar e curtir muito todas as novas lembraças que construirei.&lt;br /&gt;   Nada melhor que mudar!&lt;br /&gt;   E depois, quando tudo aqui deixar de ser novo e começar a apresentar novos defeitos, nunca vai ser tarde pra conseguir novas caixas, um novo cantinho, e começar tudo de novo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535310966041512502-8084668347375168406?l=lapaellen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/feeds/8084668347375168406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535310966041512502&amp;postID=8084668347375168406' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/8084668347375168406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/8084668347375168406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/2008/07/colocando-as-coisas-nas-caixas.html' title='Colocando as coisas nas caixas...'/><author><name>Ellen Lapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568179562390357702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535310966041512502.post-8568710082087769798</id><published>2008-02-08T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:02:21.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/R6ybuSrf_-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/UPIZCJHAetA/s1600-h/S5030284+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164674092277694434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/R6ybuSrf_-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/UPIZCJHAetA/s320/S5030284+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ela foi na janela &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;parece que eu menti &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não foi por querer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e eu olhei em seus olhos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e disse que jamais a deixaria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e ela se foi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não foi por querer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não irá em minhas lembranças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;desde o momento que a abraçei &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu sabia que era pra sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;vai ser melhor assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e eu sei que não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas quem poderia negar?&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/6535310966041512502-8568710082087769798?l=lapaellen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/feeds/8568710082087769798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535310966041512502&amp;postID=8568710082087769798' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/8568710082087769798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/8568710082087769798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/2008/02/e-ela-foi-na-janela-parece-que-eu-menti.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellen Lapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568179562390357702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/R6ybuSrf_-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/UPIZCJHAetA/s72-c/S5030284+c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535310966041512502.post-2837007442339956878</id><published>2007-12-27T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T12:50:25.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Às vezes a gente se pega assim pensando num amor pra vida toda…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alguém que vai estar sempre ao nosso lado e fazer carinho pela manhã.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mas devo confessar que isso meio me assusta! Pra sempre é muito tempo sabe? Nos filmes é tudo mais fácil, afinal são só duas horas de amor eterno!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eu nunca acreditei em “felizes para sempre”… Pra mim felicidade se faz nas pequenas coisas do dia-a-dia, seja por um minuto ou por muitos anos!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;É bom parar e pensar na felicidade que alguém já lhe proporcionou, e não é o tempo que durou que certifica isso! As lembranças são mais eternas que os relacionamentos, e é ela que me faz seguir sempre.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="more-95"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Manhãs com carinho podem ser deliciosas, mas manhãs sozinha com a cama inteira só pra você se espreguiçar e aquele pijaminha velho gostoso também são necessárias.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Quando tiver alguém ao seu lado, o que é muito bom, aproveite cada beijo, abraço e goste de verdade… Se permita!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pois sua eternidade pode durar só duas semanas, mas pelo menos vai ter sido intensa e única!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Se apaixonar é maravilhoso, mas não têm que vir com sofrimento grátis. Se apaixone todos os dias! Seja por alguém, por seus amigos, ou por uma música! Se o amor não aparecer e a paixão for embora, guarde num lugarzinho especial da lembrança e use-as para sorrir nas manhãs que forem só sua!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;E as lágrimas? Deixe pra um filme de duas horas de amor eterno!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535310966041512502-2837007442339956878?l=lapaellen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/feeds/2837007442339956878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535310966041512502&amp;postID=2837007442339956878' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/2837007442339956878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/2837007442339956878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/2007/12/s-vezes-gente-se-pega-assim-pensando.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellen Lapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568179562390357702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535310966041512502.post-6488519114066456980</id><published>2007-08-16T05:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:02:21.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth Brush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RsRJdtbEboI/AAAAAAAAADI/d5rEVvDfRcU/s1600-h/tooth_brush_by_fraserw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RsRJdtbEboI/AAAAAAAAADI/d5rEVvDfRcU/s200/tooth_brush_by_fraserw2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099281452848410242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hoje me deparei com um fato: Eu não sei qual é a minha escova de dentes!&lt;br /&gt;    Eu tenho um banheiro que praticamente só eu uso! Então só tem coisas minhas. Minha escova (a suposta estranha) sempre fica no armário, e quando deixo encima da pia minha mãe guarda.&lt;br /&gt;    Certo, acontece que hoje acordei e tudo mais e fui escovar os dentes. Tinha uma escova de dentes transparente em cima da pia, e eu pensei: 'De quem será essa escova?'.&lt;br /&gt;    Abri o armário para pegar a minha só que não havia escova nenhuma no local esperado! Então me deparei com a escova transparente! E sinceramente, ainda tenho duvidas que ela seja de fato a minha escova! Mas também não acredito muito que seja uma impostora já que só tem eu e meu irmão em casa e a dele esta lá no banheiro dele!&lt;br /&gt;    E acho que meio que acontece isso no dia-a-dia com as pessoas! Vemos a mesma gente mas as vezes nem reparamos...&lt;br /&gt;    Temos a vaga idéia de já termos vistos certas pessoas mas mesmo assim não sabemos da onde! Pessoas que estão atrás dos bastidores de sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá!&lt;br /&gt;    Acho que vou começar a reparar mais nos meus pertences... e nas pessoas também!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535310966041512502-6488519114066456980?l=lapaellen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/feeds/6488519114066456980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535310966041512502&amp;postID=6488519114066456980' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/6488519114066456980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/6488519114066456980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/2007/08/tooth-brush.html' title='Tooth Brush'/><author><name>Ellen Lapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568179562390357702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RsRJdtbEboI/AAAAAAAAADI/d5rEVvDfRcU/s72-c/tooth_brush_by_fraserw2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535310966041512502.post-9142676270110383548</id><published>2007-07-30T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:02:21.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esquadros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/Rq5MOtv2kKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_EyxwwvD1nI/s1600-h/in_the_window_by_kittynn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/Rq5MOtv2kKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_EyxwwvD1nI/s320/in_the_window_by_kittynn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093092044284792994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela janela do quarto&lt;br /&gt;Pela janela do carro&lt;br /&gt;Pela tela, Pela janela&lt;br /&gt;Quem é ela, quem é ela?&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo tudo enquadrado&lt;br /&gt;Remoto controle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tô numa coisa meio musica ultimamente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535310966041512502-9142676270110383548?l=lapaellen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/feeds/9142676270110383548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535310966041512502&amp;postID=9142676270110383548' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/9142676270110383548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/9142676270110383548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/2007/07/esquadros.html' title='Esquadros'/><author><name>Ellen Lapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568179562390357702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/Rq5MOtv2kKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_EyxwwvD1nI/s72-c/in_the_window_by_kittynn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535310966041512502.post-810827234720316587</id><published>2007-07-26T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:02:21.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guerreiros são guerreiros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RqkEe9v2kJI/AAAAAAAAACw/OF3ZPZWWbTc/s1600-h/My_little_soldier_by_Teus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RqkEe9v2kJI/AAAAAAAAACw/OF3ZPZWWbTc/s320/My_little_soldier_by_Teus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091605783736914066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enquanto eu tiver chão sob os pés&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu puder caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu puder estar viva&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto minha hora não chegar&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu não vença o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;E ainda posso até cair&lt;br /&gt;Só quero manter minha alma forte&lt;br /&gt;Erguer a cabeça e seguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guerreiros são guerreiros&lt;br /&gt;E fazem zigue zigue zague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Pitty&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/6535310966041512502-810827234720316587?l=lapaellen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/feeds/810827234720316587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535310966041512502&amp;postID=810827234720316587' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/810827234720316587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/810827234720316587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/2007/07/guerreiros-so-guerreiros.html' title='Guerreiros são guerreiros'/><author><name>Ellen Lapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568179562390357702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RqkEe9v2kJI/AAAAAAAAACw/OF3ZPZWWbTc/s72-c/My_little_soldier_by_Teus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535310966041512502.post-5777178086856826791</id><published>2007-07-23T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:02:21.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RqVVYtv2kII/AAAAAAAAACo/evEKYP5-UQU/s1600-h/what__s_the_point__by_hyukie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RqVVYtv2kII/AAAAAAAAACo/evEKYP5-UQU/s200/what__s_the_point__by_hyukie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090568836897738882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu limpo as hélices do ventilador&lt;br /&gt;Me embrulho de papel marchê&lt;br /&gt;subo no telhado pra olhar a rua&lt;br /&gt;arrisco um naufrágio no chuveiro&lt;br /&gt;subo na escada pra contar estrelas&lt;br /&gt;não poderia ser mais real&lt;br /&gt;durmo debaixo do sofá&lt;br /&gt;escovo os dentes na piscina&lt;br /&gt;olho as horas pelo espelho&lt;br /&gt;e não haveria de ser mais comum&lt;br /&gt;corto meus cabelos com o garfo&lt;br /&gt;vejo tv pelo microondas&lt;br /&gt;escrevo com a borracha&lt;br /&gt;e assim não deveria ser tão real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535310966041512502-5777178086856826791?l=lapaellen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/feeds/5777178086856826791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535310966041512502&amp;postID=5777178086856826791' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/5777178086856826791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/5777178086856826791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/2007/07/real.html' title='Real'/><author><name>Ellen Lapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568179562390357702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RqVVYtv2kII/AAAAAAAAACo/evEKYP5-UQU/s72-c/what__s_the_point__by_hyukie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535310966041512502.post-2137747238987791353</id><published>2007-07-20T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:02:21.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proucura-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RqDP4JOsWHI/AAAAAAAAACg/WuRbwRpEVKE/s1600-h/pork_by_bexe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RqDP4JOsWHI/AAAAAAAAACg/WuRbwRpEVKE/s200/pork_by_bexe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089296142385830002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho numa loja de computadores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coisas q as pessoas procuram aqui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-compreensíveis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;controle para tv&lt;br /&gt;tv&lt;br /&gt;som&lt;br /&gt;móveis (já q aqui vende mesas pra pc tb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-mais ou menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maquina de cortar cabelo&lt;br /&gt;lampadas&lt;br /&gt;maquina de costura&lt;br /&gt;lampadas movidas a energia solar&lt;br /&gt;celular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-completamente absurdas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cela pra cavalo&lt;br /&gt;pão&lt;br /&gt;enxadas&lt;br /&gt;ferramentas (como furadeira e enfins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-fatos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um senhor me pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;-quanto é essa tv?&lt;br /&gt;-naum é tv, é um monitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher entrou, sentou e ficou esperando. Eu sem entender fui ao seu encontro&lt;br /&gt;-Pois não?&lt;br /&gt;-O dentista demora mto de atender?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O  homem me pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;-Essas maquinas ai usam filme né?&lt;br /&gt;-não, são digitais&lt;br /&gt;-mas não usa filme não?&lt;br /&gt;-não, são digitais&lt;br /&gt;E ele saiu bem atordoado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tanta tecnologia têm deixado as pessoas perdidas&lt;br /&gt;fazer oq né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535310966041512502-2137747238987791353?l=lapaellen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/feeds/2137747238987791353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535310966041512502&amp;postID=2137747238987791353' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/2137747238987791353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/2137747238987791353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/2007/07/proucura-se.html' title='Proucura-se'/><author><name>Ellen Lapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568179562390357702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RqDP4JOsWHI/AAAAAAAAACg/WuRbwRpEVKE/s72-c/pork_by_bexe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535310966041512502.post-7314376285398257987</id><published>2007-07-19T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T11:05:32.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Teste de paciencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando vc está dormindo e alguém pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Tá dormindo ?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, treinando para morrer !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você leva um aparelho eletronico para a manutenção&lt;br /&gt;e o tecnico pergunta !&lt;br /&gt;- Tá com defeito ?&lt;br /&gt;- Não é que ele estava cansado de ficar em casa e eu o trouxe&lt;br /&gt;para passear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vai sair nesta chuva ???&lt;br /&gt;- Não, vou sair na próxima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você acaba de levantar vem 1 idiota e pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Acordou ?&lt;br /&gt;- Não.. Sou sonâmbulo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu amigo liga para sua casa e pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Onde você está ?&lt;br /&gt;- No Pólo Norte ! Um furacão levou a minha casa pra lá !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você acaba de tomar banho e alguém pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Você tomou banho ?&lt;br /&gt;- Não! Dei um mergulho no vaso sanitário !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você está pescando quando alguém passa e pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Você pescou todos esses peixes ?&lt;br /&gt;- Não ! Esses são peixes suicidas que se atiraram no balde !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você está no caixa e tira um talão de cheque e o caixa pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;-Vai pagar em cheque?&lt;br /&gt;-Não!Vou escrever um poema&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535310966041512502-7314376285398257987?l=lapaellen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/feeds/7314376285398257987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535310966041512502&amp;postID=7314376285398257987' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/7314376285398257987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/7314376285398257987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/2007/07/teste-de-paciencia-quando-vc-est.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellen Lapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568179562390357702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535310966041512502.post-6343263073287070059</id><published>2007-07-18T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:02:22.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/Rp6siZOsWGI/AAAAAAAAACY/9e44qgtifYw/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/Rp6siZOsWGI/AAAAAAAAACY/9e44qgtifYw/s400/e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088694335863281762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas almas&lt;br /&gt;tanto sonhos&lt;br /&gt;apanhe suas almas&lt;br /&gt;enquanto elas se perdem&lt;br /&gt;segure-as&lt;br /&gt;quantas seriam?&lt;br /&gt;mtas&lt;br /&gt;ou talvez poucas&lt;br /&gt;nem sei ao certo&lt;br /&gt;e se elas se forem?&lt;br /&gt;oq sobre?&lt;br /&gt;oq resta?&lt;br /&gt;hora nada&lt;br /&gt;hora lama&lt;br /&gt;naum me pergunte mais&lt;br /&gt;segure-as&lt;br /&gt;pq amanha&lt;br /&gt;tarde&lt;br /&gt;e só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo by: Binho! (obrigada! Pela foto, pela conversa, pela atenção e principalmente paciencia! rs)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535310966041512502-6343263073287070059?l=lapaellen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/feeds/6343263073287070059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535310966041512502&amp;postID=6343263073287070059' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/6343263073287070059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/6343263073287070059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/2007/07/tantas-almas-tanto-sonhos-apanhe-suas.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellen Lapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568179562390357702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/Rp6siZOsWGI/AAAAAAAAACY/9e44qgtifYw/s72-c/e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535310966041512502.post-4987861896115357551</id><published>2007-07-17T13:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:02:22.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/Rp0sLJOsWFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1dbm7kKSWPc/s1600-h/S5033230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/Rp0sLJOsWFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1dbm7kKSWPc/s320/S5033230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088271723966257234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Odeio&lt;br /&gt;esse ver com as mãos&lt;br /&gt;esse comer com os olhos&lt;br /&gt;essa mania de criticar a hipocresia&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/6535310966041512502-4987861896115357551?l=lapaellen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/feeds/4987861896115357551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535310966041512502&amp;postID=4987861896115357551' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/4987861896115357551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/4987861896115357551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/2007/07/odeio-esse-ver-com-as-mos-esse-comer.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellen Lapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568179562390357702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/Rp0sLJOsWFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1dbm7kKSWPc/s72-c/S5033230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535310966041512502.post-3996712416924775331</id><published>2007-07-16T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:02:22.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RpveBJOsWEI/AAAAAAAAACI/dhz3iWxSudA/s1600-h/__the_glass_of_melody_by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RpveBJOsWEI/AAAAAAAAACI/dhz3iWxSudA/s200/__the_glass_of_melody_by_m0thyyku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087904315283888194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utopia de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;espera na borda&lt;br /&gt;vem, espera mais um pouco&lt;br /&gt;naum demora&lt;br /&gt;sinto de longe a promessa&lt;br /&gt;espera&lt;br /&gt;só mais um pouco&lt;br /&gt;só mais&lt;br /&gt;pouquinho só&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535310966041512502-3996712416924775331?l=lapaellen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/feeds/3996712416924775331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535310966041512502&amp;postID=3996712416924775331' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/3996712416924775331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/3996712416924775331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/2007/07/utopia-de-sonhos-espera-na-borda-vem.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellen Lapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568179562390357702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RpveBJOsWEI/AAAAAAAAACI/dhz3iWxSudA/s72-c/__the_glass_of_melody_by_m0thyyku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535310966041512502.post-5305443859235918876</id><published>2007-07-16T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:02:22.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RpvauJOsWDI/AAAAAAAAACA/3DKx2S_SWpM/s1600-h/S5033211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RpvauJOsWDI/AAAAAAAAACA/3DKx2S_SWpM/s200/S5033211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087900690331490354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danilo e Rafa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RpvZRpOsWCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VoZJNUh_8gY/s1600-h/S5033187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RpvZRpOsWCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VoZJNUh_8gY/s200/S5033187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087899101193590818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danilo e Eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RpvZRpOsWCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VoZJNUh_8gY/s1600-h/S5033187.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535310966041512502-5305443859235918876?l=lapaellen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/feeds/5305443859235918876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535310966041512502&amp;postID=5305443859235918876' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/5305443859235918876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/5305443859235918876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellen Lapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568179562390357702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RpvauJOsWDI/AAAAAAAAACA/3DKx2S_SWpM/s72-c/S5033211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535310966041512502.post-5126271606456833746</id><published>2007-07-15T13:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:02:23.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As duas faces do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RpqI_5OsV-I/AAAAAAAAABY/UQQBc1Fg-4w/s1600-h/dying__by_poop_art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RpqI_5OsV-I/AAAAAAAAABY/UQQBc1Fg-4w/s200/dying__by_poop_art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087529360343980002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O gosto do choro&lt;br /&gt;cortando minha garganta&lt;br /&gt;dilacera, subvide&lt;br /&gt;Dor q desintegra&lt;br /&gt;Corpo sem amor... corpo nu&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa, de onde vêm?&lt;br /&gt;Ah... de onde surge?&lt;br /&gt;Relógio amplo, aberto, suspenso&lt;br /&gt;E as horas na roda do silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Girando&lt;br /&gt;Girando enquanto amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RpqJpZOsV_I/AAAAAAAAABg/17EDe6HNfFo/s1600-h/The_Love_Omen_by_gilad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RpqJpZOsV_I/AAAAAAAAABg/17EDe6HNfFo/s200/The_Love_Omen_by_gilad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087530073308551154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarde de papel&lt;br /&gt;tic tac&lt;br /&gt;Vejo as estrelas do chão&lt;br /&gt;me levam&lt;br /&gt;Doce vento&lt;br /&gt;Vendo&lt;br /&gt;Assistindo&lt;br /&gt;Invadindo?&lt;br /&gt;E quem poderia discordar?&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;Sol que nasce do céu&lt;br /&gt;Vento, sombra e véu&lt;br /&gt;Ah meu amor!&lt;br /&gt;Venha de mim&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Q o sonho te leva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Autoria: Ellen Lapa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagens retiradas do Deviant Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6535310966041512502-5126271606456833746?l=lapaellen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/feeds/5126271606456833746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535310966041512502&amp;postID=5126271606456833746' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/5126271606456833746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/5126271606456833746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-duas-faces-do-amor.html' title='As duas faces do amor'/><author><name>Ellen Lapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568179562390357702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RpqI_5OsV-I/AAAAAAAAABY/UQQBc1Fg-4w/s72-c/dying__by_poop_art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535310966041512502.post-2658424069058707394</id><published>2007-07-13T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:02:23.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/Rpi8tZOsV9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/OpIGtCm6Xjk/s1600-h/thebest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/Rpi8tZOsV9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/OpIGtCm6Xjk/s200/thebest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087023267167623122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haja oq houver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca soube, Que eu podia me sentir assim&lt;br /&gt;Como se eu nunca tivesse visto o céu antes&lt;br /&gt;Quero morrer com um beijo seu.&lt;br /&gt;A cada dia, amo vocé mais e mais.&lt;br /&gt;Ouça meu coração, se consegue ouvir ele cantar.&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo-me para te dar tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Estações podem mudar, inverno para primavera.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu te amo até o fim dos tempos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haja o que houver, haja o que houver.&lt;br /&gt;Eu irei te amar até o dia de minha morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De repente o mundo parece um lugar perfeito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De repente ele se move com uma graça perfeita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De repente minha vida não parece sé um desperdício&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo gira em torno de vocé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não hé montanha alta demais, nem rio tão fundo.&lt;br /&gt;Cante essa musica e eu sempre estarei ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Nuvens de tempestade podem se formar&lt;br /&gt;E estrelas podem se colidir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu te amo, eu te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Ate os fins dos tempos,ate os fins dos tempos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Musica do filme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Moulin Rouge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535310966041512502-2658424069058707394?l=lapaellen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/feeds/2658424069058707394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535310966041512502&amp;postID=2658424069058707394' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/2658424069058707394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/2658424069058707394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/2007/07/eu-nunca-soube-que-eu-podia-me-sentir.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellen Lapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568179562390357702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/Rpi8tZOsV9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/OpIGtCm6Xjk/s72-c/thebest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535310966041512502.post-6405784613764814759</id><published>2007-07-13T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:02:23.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desligue a tv e vem pra vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RpgpTpOsV7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fAJ9y0pgda0/s1600-h/Power_Of_Love_by_BatDesignz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RpgpTpOsV7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fAJ9y0pgda0/s320/Power_Of_Love_by_BatDesignz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086861196576708530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Se vc quizer eu vou te dar um amor desses de cinema...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  NÃO! Obrigada! Na verdade prefiro um desses da vida real mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;  Começa mais ou menos assim: não quero pagar por uma passagem de avião q não vou poder realmente utilizar só pq alguém decidiu parar o vôo e me fazer descer só pra dizer que me ama! (até pq com esse apagão areo se alguem parasse o vôo, q esperaram a horas, alguem certamente mataria a gente)&lt;br /&gt;   E nem quero desperdiçar comida pq alguém decidiu levar o café da manha na cama... quando vc mal morde um pãozinho ele lhe tira a bandeja das mãos, pq na verdade vc é o café da manha! (se eh q vc me entende)&lt;br /&gt;  Eu não quero enfrentar tempestades, andar sobre carros, pular de um prédio nem nada do tipo!&lt;br /&gt;  Eu não quero ser aquela q é traida mas esquece tudo qnd o mocinho invade um show e canta uma musica de amor pra vc! Tb naum quero morrer cedo soh pra imortalizar o amor e bla bla bla!&lt;br /&gt;  Eu quero a simplicidade de cada dia!&lt;br /&gt;  De amar por coisas como um sorriso, ou o jeito de mexer no meu cabelo ou de como faz chocolate quente pra mim (e me deixa tomar, isso é bem importante)!&lt;br /&gt;  Pq o filme acaba, mas a vida... ahhh a vida! Essa continua!&lt;br /&gt;  Eu quero café na mesa preparado por nós dois! Quero pegar um vôo e ir, pq sei q na volta alguém me espera!&lt;br /&gt;  Quero não ter q ser sempre doce, sedutora, arrumada, nova, sorridente! Quero ser amada por ser só eu mesma!&lt;br /&gt;  Fiquei ai com seus romances de tv!&lt;br /&gt;  E eu? Fico aqui com o meu da vida real!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535310966041512502-6405784613764814759?l=lapaellen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/feeds/6405784613764814759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535310966041512502&amp;postID=6405784613764814759' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/6405784613764814759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/6405784613764814759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/2007/07/desligue-tv-e-vem-pra-vida.html' title='Desligue a tv e vem pra vida!'/><author><name>Ellen Lapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568179562390357702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RpgpTpOsV7I/AAAAAAAAABA/fAJ9y0pgda0/s72-c/Power_Of_Love_by_BatDesignz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535310966041512502.post-1209817125400449683</id><published>2007-07-13T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:02:23.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>deixa-me ver;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/Rpfpk5OsV6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/41ON9CUMShs/s1600-h/Mais_il_n__y_a_plus_d__etoile_by_falling_doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/Rpfpk5OsV6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/41ON9CUMShs/s320/Mais_il_n__y_a_plus_d__etoile_by_falling_doll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086791124185274274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah se tantas vozes falessem&lt;br /&gt;no descompasso descompassado do tempo&lt;br /&gt;E jamais haveria se quer fantasia do espaço&lt;br /&gt;e se tudo ainda escutasse&lt;br /&gt;o canto ou o pranto,&lt;br /&gt;o lamento&lt;br /&gt;eu não&lt;br /&gt;não seria&lt;br /&gt;e quem diria?&lt;br /&gt;a gente pensa e vê&lt;br /&gt;mas oq?&lt;br /&gt;tudo é só energia&lt;br /&gt;vazia&lt;br /&gt;e solto, solta e vai&lt;br /&gt;não vai&lt;br /&gt;ah pobres mortais&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/6535310966041512502-1209817125400449683?l=lapaellen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/feeds/1209817125400449683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535310966041512502&amp;postID=1209817125400449683' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/1209817125400449683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/1209817125400449683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/2007/07/deixa-me-ver.html' title='deixa-me ver;'/><author><name>Ellen Lapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568179562390357702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/Rpfpk5OsV6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/41ON9CUMShs/s72-c/Mais_il_n__y_a_plus_d__etoile_by_falling_doll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535310966041512502.post-3710959041784396854</id><published>2007-07-13T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:02:24.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock'n'live</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RpfnOpOsV4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/y5PdLJ9XKBA/s1600-h/Music_by_00Velvet00Dreams00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RpfnOpOsV4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/y5PdLJ9XKBA/s200/Music_by_00Velvet00Dreams00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086788542909929346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                         A propósito: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feliz Dia do Rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Esse ano dedicado ao coldplay e ao Los hermanos, bandas fantásticas q me apaixonei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los Hermanos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/Rpfo3pOsV5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/YQFQKEwyDxA/s1600-h/jumping_sisters_by_jesuislapluie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/Rpfo3pOsV5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/YQFQKEwyDxA/s200/jumping_sisters_by_jesuislapluie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086790346796193682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conversa de Botas Batidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diz quem é maior que o amor &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me abraça forte agora q é chegada a nossa hora&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vem vamos além &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vão dizer que a vida é passageira &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sem notar que a nossa estrela vai cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ColdPlay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Politik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Olhe do espaço exterior para a Terra &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Todos têm que encontrar um lugar &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dê-me tempo e dê-me espaço &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dê-me algo real, não me venha com falsificações &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6535310966041512502-3710959041784396854?l=lapaellen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/feeds/3710959041784396854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6535310966041512502&amp;postID=3710959041784396854' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/3710959041784396854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6535310966041512502/posts/default/3710959041784396854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lapaellen.blogspot.com/2007/07/rocknlive.html' title='Rock&apos;n&apos;live'/><author><name>Ellen Lapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17568179562390357702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RpfnOpOsV4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/y5PdLJ9XKBA/s72-c/Music_by_00Velvet00Dreams00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6535310966041512502.post-1846187763527382911</id><published>2007-07-13T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:02:24.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nada'/><title type='text'>.algumacoisaagentetemqueamar</title><content type='html'>Palavras desconexas&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BemJQBh7uoU/RpeGXJOsV1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OYyuF9EgW5U/s1600-h/1178669720_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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