<?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-6768675678217460946</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:54:56.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><subtitle type='html'>Follow your dreams...before you wake up</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768675678217460946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fydreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425138413595520934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3QPuyD5xgU/SZBW7QiyxgI/AAAAAAAAABw/N0aNBnlbLkI/S220/DExEie797715-02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768675678217460946.post-2566737551482722715</id><published>2009-03-04T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T07:43:32.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é afinal ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;'&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Aquele&lt;/span&gt; toque que nunca tive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Aquele &lt;/span&gt;beijo que nunca exprimentei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Aqueles&lt;/span&gt; lábios que nunca provei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Aqueles&lt;/span&gt; olhos que nunca olhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Aquele&lt;/span&gt; cabelo que nunca passei a mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Aquele&lt;/span&gt; peito que nunca senti o coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Aquela&lt;/span&gt; respiração que nunca me denunciou a palpitação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Aquele&lt;/span&gt; ofegar que nunca ouvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Aquelas&lt;/span&gt; palavras que nunca as conheci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Aquele&lt;/span&gt; sorriso que nunca vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Aqueles&lt;/span&gt; momentos que nunca partilhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Aqueles&lt;/span&gt; minutos desejados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Aquelas&lt;/span&gt; horas amadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Aqueles&lt;/span&gt; segundos marcados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;É tudo apenas agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Estendido naquela parte da memória:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;" Como será? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; "Como a ter?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;" Como tentar?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; "Como amar?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;Saudade é sentir falta do que já se teve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;E a ti, nunca tive por completo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;É a ti que mais sinto falta&lt;br /&gt;Amor? Amor é pedaço de dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;Pedaços de mágoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;Vindas com tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;Lágrimas e sangue de alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amor? &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;É algo que se diz, sente-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mas não se demonstra totalmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amor? &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Amor é ver qualidades apenas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pois os defeitos desvanecem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amor? &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;É aquele sentimento que se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sonha perante a vida inteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E só se prova um pedaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amor? &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Amor é tudo e no entanto não é nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amor? &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Amor é aquela espuma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Que une a areia ao mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tão pequena e essencial, simplesmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Porque lhe dá beleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amor? &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Amor de verdadeiramente amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Luta-se, sangue, lágrimas e suor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Luta-se incondicionalmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Seja ele ou não correspondido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amor? &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Amor é um desespero por alguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Que não se lembra ao mesmo tempo que nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amor? &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Amor é aguentar tempestades marés, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;à frente, lados ou rés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sabendo que se vai encontrar tesouro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amor é hoje, incerteza de amanhã,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Para além de esperança, maior que a fé,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É um nada que faz tudo!  '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768675678217460946-2566737551482722715?l=fydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2566737551482722715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768675678217460946&amp;postID=2566737551482722715&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768675678217460946/posts/default/2566737551482722715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768675678217460946/posts/default/2566737551482722715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fydreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-que-e-afinal.html' title='O que é afinal ?'/><author><name>Dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425138413595520934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3QPuyD5xgU/SZBW7QiyxgI/AAAAAAAAABw/N0aNBnlbLkI/S220/DExEie797715-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768675678217460946.post-4236604817288471925</id><published>2009-02-22T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:30:20.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensação</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Há dias em que tudo parece que não passa de mera ilusão. Aquele dia que não era suposto acontecer. Aquele dia em que tudo corre para trás por mais que dês um passo em frente. Dia em que as forças ora estão no rubro ora esgotam-se sem sabermos bem o porquê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;... Há dias assim ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Há dias que avaliamos a nossa vida, o suposto presente, o ligeiro passado e o esperançoso futuro. Objectivo ? Para enterrarmos apenas mais um pouco ou até criar mera sensação de depressão.... Aquela tristeza do porquê, aquela angustia do desconhecido, aquele sentimento de "pequenês" que somos nas mãos do destino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;...Há dias assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Há dias em que surge em nos apercebemos do real à nossa volta... Afinal ele(a) não é quem eu pensava. Afinal não posso contar com os amigos que conto pelos dedos, são ainda menos. Afinal enganei-me, enganou-me, afinal... Estou só ! Afinal, sou demais para os outros do que eles a mim, afinal... Afinal não é sensação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Há dias assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768675678217460946-4236604817288471925?l=fydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4236604817288471925/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768675678217460946&amp;postID=4236604817288471925&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768675678217460946/posts/default/4236604817288471925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768675678217460946/posts/default/4236604817288471925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fydreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/sensacao.html' title='Sensação'/><author><name>Dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425138413595520934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3QPuyD5xgU/SZBW7QiyxgI/AAAAAAAAABw/N0aNBnlbLkI/S220/DExEie797715-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768675678217460946.post-6270209902854067029</id><published>2008-08-27T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:12:21.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3QPuyD5xgU/SLXtXWd3b8I/AAAAAAAAABU/iwKbjIhbhOc/s1600-h/1755526861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239354726939062210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3QPuyD5xgU/SLXtXWd3b8I/AAAAAAAAABU/iwKbjIhbhOc/s400/1755526861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;O tempo não espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;O tempo não pára&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A vida são férias que a morte nos dá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;O fim está sempre certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;O começo nas nossas mãos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Só a nós é que nos cabe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Todas as decisões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Escolhas, previsões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Diversões, enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Simplesmente o real "viver"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;O passado já foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;O relógio continua o seu som mítico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tic-Tac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;O que pensas fazer agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tic-Tac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;O presente já não sabe esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;O futuro está a bater à porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Que vais fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ele continua a passar... tic-tac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Opções, és tu mesma(o)que as fazes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aproveitas a vida? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ou deitas ela fora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Preferes viver a vida ao extremo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ou simplesmente contar os dias a passar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando estamos muito em dúvida do que fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E esperar o momento certo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Por vezes pode até já o ter passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Vai... Segue em frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Vai dizer àquela pessoa que a amas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Vai finalmente enfrentar o teu medo e ser mais corajoso(a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Vai, chega ao pé da pessoa que achas que deves apontar os seus defeitos para contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Vai, mergulha naquela piscina em pleno calor de Verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Vai, agarra a areia fina e molhada da praia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ela é como se fosse a vida... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aproveita o seu toque suave ao deslizar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;São segundos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tic-Tac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A vida passa bem assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bem rápido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Absorve tudo o que pode dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Família&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Diversão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Oportunidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Objectivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Desejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Atracção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tudo...tic-tac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Rápido, atira te ao que a vida reserva para ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6768675678217460946-6270209902854067029?l=fydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6270209902854067029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768675678217460946&amp;postID=6270209902854067029&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768675678217460946/posts/default/6270209902854067029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768675678217460946/posts/default/6270209902854067029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fydreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-tempo-no-espera-o-tempo-no-pra-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425138413595520934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3QPuyD5xgU/SZBW7QiyxgI/AAAAAAAAABw/N0aNBnlbLkI/S220/DExEie797715-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O3QPuyD5xgU/SLXtXWd3b8I/AAAAAAAAABU/iwKbjIhbhOc/s72-c/1755526861.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768675678217460946.post-4298507903288979384</id><published>2008-05-19T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T17:47:56.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3QPuyD5xgU/SDIfpGUaciI/AAAAAAAAABM/nEUplt5lWao/s1600-h/BLog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202255310497673762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3QPuyD5xgU/SDIfpGUaciI/AAAAAAAAABM/nEUplt5lWao/s400/BLog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá a tua mão&lt;br /&gt;E caminharemos pela estrada fora&lt;br /&gt;Eu e tu... Tu e eu&lt;br /&gt;Como se fossemos um&lt;br /&gt;Travaremos lagos e oceanos&lt;br /&gt;Rochas,pedras e os planos&lt;br /&gt;Os planos que juntos concretizaremos&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos postos em prática&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos que nunca desvaneceram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Caminharemos sobre os vales&lt;br /&gt;Olhar o verde húmido dos majestosos montes&lt;br /&gt;Onde estes reflectem as madeixas do Sol&lt;br /&gt;E este vaidoso, brilha e revela o seu encanto&lt;br /&gt;Esbaçamos um sorriso perante este caminho&lt;br /&gt;E damos conta que a Natureza&lt;br /&gt;Se entrega de pura beldade&lt;br /&gt;Para puros desejos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pequenos passos&lt;br /&gt;Tornados em gigantes&lt;br /&gt;Pequenos encantos&lt;br /&gt;Tornados em estrelas cintilantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E perante a noite&lt;br /&gt;Olharemos o negro céu&lt;br /&gt;Envolvemo-nos no seu grande manto&lt;br /&gt;Abraçamos as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Pedimos desejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Uma vida melhor&lt;br /&gt;Um novo motivo para acordar&lt;br /&gt;Um outro "eu" para amar&lt;br /&gt;Um novo alcance&lt;br /&gt;Um novo amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nisto, o meu olhar desvia-se&lt;br /&gt;Olho para estrelas mais pequenas&lt;br /&gt;Reflectidas nos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E penso que as estrelas caídas do céu&lt;br /&gt;Tranformam-se em almas&lt;br /&gt;Incorporam gentilmente em corações&lt;br /&gt;Como o teu...o meu...o seu...&lt;br /&gt;Espalham-se por aí&lt;br /&gt;Dando pequenos brilhos&lt;br /&gt;Luzes aqui e ali...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Afinal, sempre ando de mão dada&lt;br /&gt;A Luz mais especial que poderia ter&lt;br /&gt;À esperança de realização de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;À força do amor&lt;br /&gt;à força que me dá motivos a lutar&lt;br /&gt;Por mim, por ti, pelos outros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Essa luz... És TU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Estendo-me na colcha perfeita&lt;br /&gt;Com cheiro a Terra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Encosto-me ao cheiro perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Com a textura do teu cabelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Inspiro e relaxo&lt;br /&gt;Expiro e vejo o espaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Pela última vez esta noite...&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo que não me largas-te a mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Lá estará o Sol com as suas madeixas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Os majestosos montes com vestes verdes&lt;br /&gt;E o manto do céu que me embrulhará&lt;br /&gt;E tu...de novo...num novo dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Dedicado à amizade...Beijinhos a todos minha gente!* ]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768675678217460946-4298507903288979384?l=fydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4298507903288979384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768675678217460946&amp;postID=4298507903288979384&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768675678217460946/posts/default/4298507903288979384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768675678217460946/posts/default/4298507903288979384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fydreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/caminho.html' title='Caminho'/><author><name>Dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425138413595520934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3QPuyD5xgU/SZBW7QiyxgI/AAAAAAAAABw/N0aNBnlbLkI/S220/DExEie797715-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3QPuyD5xgU/SDIfpGUaciI/AAAAAAAAABM/nEUplt5lWao/s72-c/BLog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768675678217460946.post-2706219929614966777</id><published>2007-12-14T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T06:17:38.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timbaland feat Money - Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FburvR2oewg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FburvR2oewg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Intro:]&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you boy, hah, are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy (oh) it could be (oh) couldn't we&lt;br /&gt;[I was just thinkin' … about you]&lt;br /&gt;Wildest thing, (you have) ever dreamed (boy)&lt;br /&gt;[So what will it be?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1:]&lt;br /&gt;Just lookin' at you shorty lights a flame inside (inside),&lt;br /&gt;I'm wonderin if you can come and help put out the fire (fire),&lt;br /&gt;But you can get at me baby, tell me what you like&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can be your all boy, I can be your love toy&lt;br /&gt;If you ain't busy baby, I'm all yours tonight (tonight),&lt;br /&gt;Let imagination take us for a field in minds&lt;br /&gt;Travellin' in a dream (dream) we can bring something to life,&lt;br /&gt;That no ones ever seen yet, can I….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook:]&lt;br /&gt;Show you what its like beyond your fantasy (oh),&lt;br /&gt;It could be (so) couldn't we..&lt;br /&gt;Might just get it hot up in the..&lt;br /&gt;Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you what its like beyond your fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;It could be (so) couldn't we..&lt;br /&gt;Might just get it hot up in the..&lt;br /&gt;Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2:]&lt;br /&gt;Cuz think of all the tasty things that we can try (try),&lt;br /&gt;The karma you can have being within Money can buy(ho ho ho ho)&lt;br /&gt;We aint even gotta keep it quiet, boy all my walls are sound proof,&lt;br /&gt;I can scream your name boo(oh)&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell ya house(how), we will not disturb,&lt;br /&gt;I found a place our Neighbors.. you get all that you deserve,&lt;br /&gt;boy I got it somewhere if you can conjure up the nerve,&lt;br /&gt;to come see what if feels like, can I …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook:]&lt;br /&gt;Show you what its like beyond your fantasy (oh),&lt;br /&gt;It could be (so) couldn't we..&lt;br /&gt;Might just get it hot up in the..&lt;br /&gt;Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you what its like beyond your fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;It could be (so) couldn't we..&lt;br /&gt;Might just get it hot up in the..&lt;br /&gt;Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3:]&lt;br /&gt;Touch it, touch it, feel it, Roll around it, and if you like,&lt;br /&gt;Taste it, taste it, and Embrace it again a second time,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you waste it, you'll regret it, Cause I can satisfy,&lt;br /&gt;any fantasy that you can come with, can I ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook:]&lt;br /&gt;Let me Show you what its like beyond your fantasy (oh),&lt;br /&gt;It could be (so) couldn't we..&lt;br /&gt;Might just get it hot up in the..&lt;br /&gt;Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you what its like beyond your fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;It could be (so) couldn't we&lt;br /&gt;Might just get it hot up in the..&lt;br /&gt;Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you what its like beyond your fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;It could be (so) couldn't we&lt;br /&gt;Might just get it hot up in the..&lt;br /&gt;Wildest thang, (you have) ever dreamed boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768675678217460946-2706219929614966777?l=fydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2706219929614966777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768675678217460946&amp;postID=2706219929614966777&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768675678217460946/posts/default/2706219929614966777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768675678217460946/posts/default/2706219929614966777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fydreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/timbaland-feat-money-fantasy.html' title='Timbaland feat Money - Fantasy'/><author><name>Dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425138413595520934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3QPuyD5xgU/SZBW7QiyxgI/AAAAAAAAABw/N0aNBnlbLkI/S220/DExEie797715-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768675678217460946.post-3172113147735942145</id><published>2007-11-30T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T13:36:14.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Para aqueles que se lembram de músicas como esta,linda! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Sara McLachlan - Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7CbAjj80NIM&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Spend all your time waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;for that second chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;for a break that would make it okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;there's always some reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;to feel not good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;and it's hard at the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I need some distraction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;oh beautiful release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;memories seep from my veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;let me be empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;oh and weightless and maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I'll find some peace tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;In the arms of the angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;fly away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;from this dark cold hotel room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;and the endlessness that you fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;you are pulled from the wreckage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;of your silent reverie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;you're in the arms of the angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;may you find some comfort here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;So tired of the straight line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;and everywhere you turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;there's vultures and thieves at your back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;and the storm keeps on twisting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;you keep on building the lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;that you make up for all that you lack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;it doesn't make no difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;escaping one last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;In the arms of the angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;fly away from herefrom this dark cold hotel room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;and the endlessness that you fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;you are pulled from the wreckage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;of your silent reverie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;you're in the arms of the angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;may you find some comfort here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;you're in the arms of the angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;may you find some comfort here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768675678217460946-3172113147735942145?l=fydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3172113147735942145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768675678217460946&amp;postID=3172113147735942145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768675678217460946/posts/default/3172113147735942145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768675678217460946/posts/default/3172113147735942145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fydreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/angel.html' title='Angel'/><author><name>Dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425138413595520934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3QPuyD5xgU/SZBW7QiyxgI/AAAAAAAAABw/N0aNBnlbLkI/S220/DExEie797715-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768675678217460946.post-236073341129534351</id><published>2007-11-15T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T06:53:06.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou de volta após quase um ano =)</title><content type='html'>Sim, estou de volta! Porque não?&lt;br /&gt;Deixei este blog por motivos muito pessoais, mas voltei, nunca deixou de ser um mini refúgio para mim.&lt;br /&gt;DE VOLTA E MELHOR QUE NUNCA...HEHEHEHE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como alguém diria: Solteira mas boa rapariga ;)&lt;br /&gt;Mai nada... Viva as Helena's =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música de momento:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Timbaland feat. One republic - Apologize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePyRrb2-fzs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePyRrb2-fzs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768675678217460946-236073341129534351?l=fydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/236073341129534351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768675678217460946&amp;postID=236073341129534351&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768675678217460946/posts/default/236073341129534351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768675678217460946/posts/default/236073341129534351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fydreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/estou-de-volta-aps-quase-um-ano.html' title='Estou de volta após quase um ano =)'/><author><name>Dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425138413595520934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3QPuyD5xgU/SZBW7QiyxgI/AAAAAAAAABw/N0aNBnlbLkI/S220/DExEie797715-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768675678217460946.post-167823641301400370</id><published>2007-01-14T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T03:41:26.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para amantes de Kizomba *</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;MARCIA - VIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Simplesmente para amantes de Kizomba ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comentem bastante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não conhece,alarguem seus horizontes sff...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzmdDRjBE2M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzmdDRjBE2M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768675678217460946-167823641301400370?l=fydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/167823641301400370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768675678217460946&amp;postID=167823641301400370&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768675678217460946/posts/default/167823641301400370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768675678217460946/posts/default/167823641301400370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fydreams.blogspot.com/2007/01/para-amantes-de-kizomba.html' title='Para amantes de Kizomba *'/><author><name>Dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425138413595520934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3QPuyD5xgU/SZBW7QiyxgI/AAAAAAAAABw/N0aNBnlbLkI/S220/DExEie797715-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768675678217460946.post-4609873810615565069</id><published>2007-01-13T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T01:47:05.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeira noite,primeiro sonho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3QPuyD5xgU/RakDsyjE2KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8H92u_2EcsU/s1600-h/gatinhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019547327699146914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3QPuyD5xgU/RakDsyjE2KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8H92u_2EcsU/s320/gatinhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok,decidi começar um blog por algumas razões...&lt;br /&gt;A minha mãe tem um,a minha irmã tem um,&lt;br /&gt;os meus amigos têm um... Poque não posso criar um também? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deixando a brincadeira de lado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aqui postarei algumas novidades,mas para jovens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sim sim,sou uma simples rapariga de 19 aninhos&lt;br /&gt;super apaixonada&lt;br /&gt;sempre activa&lt;br /&gt;renovadora&lt;br /&gt;sonhadora&lt;br /&gt;e tento tar sempre em cima do acontecimento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez comece por aqui algum diário...&lt;br /&gt;algumas novidades&lt;br /&gt;grupo de hip-hop&lt;br /&gt;ah sim sim,sou professora de hip hop,na minha escolinha&lt;br /&gt;por algum lado tem que se começar&lt;br /&gt;hum...o que voces acham?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aceito sugestões!!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e voltarei mais tarde com mais alguma cabeça e ideias para postar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prefiro agora personalizar isto!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos a todos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A vida é feita de momentos,sonhos,não parem de sonhar e viver antes que acordem..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6768675678217460946-4609873810615565069?l=fydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4609873810615565069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6768675678217460946&amp;postID=4609873810615565069&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768675678217460946/posts/default/4609873810615565069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6768675678217460946/posts/default/4609873810615565069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fydreams.blogspot.com/2007/01/primeira-noiteprimeiro-sonho.html' title='Primeira noite,primeiro sonho...'/><author><name>Dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15425138413595520934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O3QPuyD5xgU/SZBW7QiyxgI/AAAAAAAAABw/N0aNBnlbLkI/S220/DExEie797715-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3QPuyD5xgU/RakDsyjE2KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8H92u_2EcsU/s72-c/gatinhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
