<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25260802</id><updated>2009-02-21T06:52:38.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431116154511541470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25260802.post-116983699862821106</id><published>2007-01-26T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T10:43:18.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams</title><content type='html'>Sweet Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Eurythmics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams are made of this&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to disagree?&lt;br /&gt;Travel the world and the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's looking for something&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to use you&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to get used by you&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to abuse you&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to be abused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna use you and abuse you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what's inside you&lt;br /&gt;(Whispering) Hold your head up, movin' on&lt;br /&gt;Keep your head up, movin' on&lt;br /&gt;Hold your head up, movin' on&lt;br /&gt;Keep your head up, movin' on&lt;br /&gt;Hold your head up, movin' on&lt;br /&gt;Keep your head up, movin' on&lt;br /&gt;Movin' on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams are made of this&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to disagree?&lt;br /&gt;Travel the world and the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's looking for something&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to use you&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to get used by you&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to abuse you&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to be abused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna use you and abuse you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna know what's inside&lt;br /&gt;Gonna use you and abuse you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna know what's inside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Essa foi a música que me inspirou a criar o nome do blog, e como ela foi o começo de tudo, nada melhor pra postar nesse começo de ano&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/25260802-116983699862821106?l=annamirella.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/feeds/116983699862821106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25260802&amp;postID=116983699862821106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/116983699862821106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/116983699862821106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/2007/01/sweet-dreams.html' title='Sweet Dreams'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431116154511541470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15637340065735284594'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25260802.post-115705278525228434</id><published>2006-08-31T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T06:13:47.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secret Smile&lt;br /&gt;Semisonic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you've got a secret smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you use it only for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So use it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and prove it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remove this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whirling sadness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm losing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm bluesing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you can &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;save me from madness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So save me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm needing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hear me pleading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know there's something sacred and free reserved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And received by me only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todas as vezes que escuto essa música lembro da Monalisa e do significado do sorriso dela pra Da Vinci, o "secret smile" que por mais que tentemos descobrir o significado é indecifrável e tão íntimo. Duas pessoas, um código. Um sorriso secreto, um mundo secreto.Cúmplices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25260802-115705278525228434?l=annamirella.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/feeds/115705278525228434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25260802&amp;postID=115705278525228434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/115705278525228434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/115705278525228434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/2006/08/secret-smile-semisonic-nobody-knows-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431116154511541470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15637340065735284594'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25260802.post-115265331694927265</id><published>2006-07-11T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:28:36.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIC 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;O projeto "A MANDRÁGORA"  da Cia Em Cena Ação &lt;strong&gt;não&lt;/strong&gt; foi aprovado pelo SIC 2006 da Prefeitura da Cidade do Recife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não foi dessa vez, mas não vamos desistir! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Avante!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25260802-115265331694927265?l=annamirella.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/feeds/115265331694927265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25260802&amp;postID=115265331694927265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/115265331694927265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/115265331694927265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/2006/07/sic-2006.html' title='SIC 2006'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431116154511541470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15637340065735284594'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25260802.post-115067920052106815</id><published>2006-06-18T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T18:06:40.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadê você?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/2637/1600/Perdida.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/2637/320/Perdida.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Depois de tanto tempo eu admito. Sou dependente do amor.&lt;br /&gt;Porém, não encontro mais ninguém interessante o bastante...&lt;br /&gt;Estará a minha alma gêmea perdida ou estarei eu?&lt;br /&gt;Ou estaremos nós tão longe que nunca nos encontramos, ou tão perto que ainda não percebemos?&lt;br /&gt;Ai , ai....&lt;br /&gt;Quem souber de uma clínica onde curam-se dependentes do amor não me avise...&lt;br /&gt;Ah vício gostoso...&lt;br /&gt;Como diria Bono Vox (a alma gêmea que eu gostaria que fosse a minha)&lt;br /&gt;I still haven`t found what I`m looking for…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25260802-115067920052106815?l=annamirella.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/feeds/115067920052106815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25260802&amp;postID=115067920052106815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/115067920052106815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/115067920052106815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/2006/06/cad-voc.html' title='Cadê você?'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431116154511541470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15637340065735284594'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25260802.post-114999246579964304</id><published>2006-06-10T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T19:21:05.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/2637/1600/love.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/2637/400/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo está tão banalizado, o sexo, os valores, será que tudo é um jogo?&lt;br /&gt;E quem não quiser jogar é café-com-leite?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25260802-114999246579964304?l=annamirella.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/feeds/114999246579964304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25260802&amp;postID=114999246579964304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/114999246579964304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/114999246579964304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/2006/06/tudo-est-to-banalizado-o-sexo-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431116154511541470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15637340065735284594'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25260802.post-114886115080432267</id><published>2006-05-28T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T17:05:50.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha vida é um teatro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/2637/1600/Amandragoralixo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/2637/400/Amandragoralixo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É verdade...&lt;br /&gt;Sem o teatro não consigo viver, é como se algo faltasse...como se faltasse tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Sem razão, sem brilho, é assim a minha vida sem o teatro.&lt;br /&gt;A esposa de um dos atores da Companhia tirou essa foto da nossa MANDRÁGORA um dia desses, no bairro da Boa Vista.&lt;br /&gt;Um carroceiro achou bonito e deixou de enfeite na lateral da carroça.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a exclusividade com que ele colocou o nosso cartaz lá...talvez para nos ajudar e fazer um "marketing" da peça.&lt;br /&gt;Isso me deixou feliz, pois tanto a pessoa que jogou o cartaz não teve coragem de rasgá-lo, como pelo gesto do carroceiro de deixá-lo para adornar seu instrumento de trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez para dá-lo alegria nos momentos mais difíceis, força para seguir e buscar um mundo melhor, onde ele e os seus flhos possam desfrutar de um teatro como se deve ser...&lt;br /&gt;Estou disposta a mudar essa cena e junto com os atores da Cia. Em Cena Ação.&lt;br /&gt;A Mandrágora vai voltar com força total.&lt;br /&gt;Merda para todos nós!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25260802-114886115080432267?l=annamirella.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/feeds/114886115080432267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25260802&amp;postID=114886115080432267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/114886115080432267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/114886115080432267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/2006/05/minha-vida-um-teatro.html' title='Minha vida é um teatro'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431116154511541470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15637340065735284594'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25260802.post-114591492779269428</id><published>2006-04-24T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T14:42:07.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penso, logo existo. Será?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sobre O Tempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Composição: Thedy Corrêa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os homens trocam as famílias&lt;br /&gt;As filhas, filhas de suas filhas&lt;br /&gt;E tudo aquilo que não podem entender&lt;br /&gt;Os homens criam os seus filhos&lt;br /&gt;Verdadeiros ou adotivos&lt;br /&gt;Criam coisas que não deviam conceber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa e nem tudo fica&lt;br /&gt;A obra inteira de uma vida&lt;br /&gt;O que se move e&lt;br /&gt;O que nunca vai se mover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O passado está escrito&lt;br /&gt;Nas colunas de um edifício&lt;br /&gt;Ou na geleira&lt;br /&gt;Onde um mamute foi morrer&lt;br /&gt;O tempo engana aqueles que pensam&lt;br /&gt;Que sabem demais que juram que pensam&lt;br /&gt;Existem também aqueles que juram&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que a tentativa de entender as necessidades dos outros causa um desconforto difícil de suportar, principalmente se agente nem tenta.  Às vezes perdemos a oportunidade de crescer em nome do status quo, ou então por ter tanta gente “disponível no mercado”, que aí “pensamos”:Por quê tentar?&lt;br /&gt;Se formos utilizar essa ótica capitalista para nossos sentimentos agente vai logo, logo, encontrar um carinho ou um amor de melhor qualidade num determinado supermercado, tem mais qualidade quem puder pagar mais. Seria bom? &lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa, e com ele tudo o que é superficial passa junto. Quanto à obra inteira da SUA vida. Por quê ela ficaria?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25260802-114591492779269428?l=annamirella.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/feeds/114591492779269428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25260802&amp;postID=114591492779269428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/114591492779269428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/114591492779269428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/2006/04/penso-logo-existo-ser.html' title='Penso, logo existo. Será?'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431116154511541470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15637340065735284594'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25260802.post-114520785415383224</id><published>2006-04-16T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T10:17:34.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David Gale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/2637/1600/vida-de-david-gale01t.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/2637/320/vida-de-david-gale01t.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após um feriado de reclusão necessária. (afinal de contas precisava mesmo colocar em ordem minha vida acadêmica) resolvi ir até a locadora selecionar uns filmes (porque nem só de estudos vive um ser humano...até parece!).&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum dos filmes que eu pretendia ver estavam disponíveis (novidade!)parece que tem alguém que fica me observando sair de casa e chega minutos antes e faz o rapa na locadora. (eu ainda pego esse (a) delinqüente!)&lt;br /&gt;Bom, mas era sábado, no meio do feriado o que eu queria encontrar não é verdade?&lt;br /&gt;A prateleira dos lançamentos estava praticamente vazia, mas me atrevi a escolher dois chamados “Água Negra” e “Dirty Love- A vingança (ou algo parecido)”, o primeiro foi dirigido por Walter Salles, com um roteiro muito fraco, para não dizer patético, Salles quis fazer um suspense, mas ficou só na intenção mesmo. Já o segundo, destaque para a cena do baiacu e só. Perda de tempo total.&lt;br /&gt;“O retrato de Dorian Gray- Pacto com o Diabo” lixo.&lt;br /&gt;Tava começando a ficar deprimida...&lt;br /&gt;O salvador da pátria foi “A Vida de David Gale” que filme! Conta a vida do personagem que intitula a obra e interpretado nada mais, nada menos que Kevin Spacey. Ele é um PhD em Filosofia, ativista e contrário a pena de morte, que é preso e condenado à morte no Estado do Texas acusado de estuprar e assassinar sua conselheira e companheira idealista Constance Harraway(Laura Linney). Três dias antes da injeção letal ele convida a jornalista Elizabeth Bloom (Kate Winslet) para fazer uma reportagem contando a tragetória do professor e a sua luta pelos direitos humanos. Segundo ele um inocente pode ser condenado à morte e o Estado não tem direito de tirar a vida de ninguém. Um roteiro brilhante, com um desfecho mais brilhante ainda vale e muito a pena assistir.  Extraordinário!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25260802-114520785415383224?l=annamirella.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/feeds/114520785415383224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25260802&amp;postID=114520785415383224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/114520785415383224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/114520785415383224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/2006/04/david-gale.html' title='David Gale'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431116154511541470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15637340065735284594'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25260802.post-114464135179405264</id><published>2006-04-09T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T20:55:51.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos ver no que vai dar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Suzane:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Você não imagina como é triste lembrar de toda a felicidade que vivi com os meus pais, saber que isso nunca mais vai acontecer. Que eu nunca mais vou vê-los, ou abraçá-los, e dizer "te amo".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem cá!? Essa monstrinha sabe o que é amor?&lt;br /&gt;Ela deu entrevista ao fantástico "representando",e muito mal por sinal, um arrependimento que não deve sequer existir, aconselhada pelos tutores e advogados a como agir diante das câmeras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ela pode até se safar de tudo por ter influência,isso ela pode, afinal o que é que não se pode fazer nesse país onde a justiça nesses casos opta simplesmente por fechar os olhos e nada mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um país onde criminosos de alta periculosidade fingem-se de "doidos" para se safar das penas determinadas, isto é, quando são determinadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine que você estuda, trabalha pra caramba,até priva-se de momentos familiares para criar um filho com o maior amor do mundo e ele se transforma num monstro capaz de tirar a tua vida e a da pessoa que você mais ama por causa de dinheiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinheiro que seria dele mais tarde quando você partisse e ele recebesse a herança que você deixaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acretido que para um pai e uma mãe não haveria dor maior do que ao saber que o próprio filho tenha planejado friamente assassiná-los. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não creio que atos como esse sejam culpa da criação ou da falta de criação dada pelos pais, mas que isso é da personalidade de cada um. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha opinião, essa garota tem problemas sim, e não deve retornar ao convívio social nunca mais. Nesse caso a prisão perpétua seria a pena mais aconselhável, pois a morte seria um alívio para essa mente doentia e dissimulada, que finge a dor da perda dos pais sem deveras sentí-la. Seria o tempo necessário para que ela realmente viesse a perceber a brutalidade que cometeu.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Que Deus tenha piedade dessa alma sebosa. Mas o juíz não.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25260802-114464135179405264?l=annamirella.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/feeds/114464135179405264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25260802&amp;postID=114464135179405264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/114464135179405264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/114464135179405264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/2006/04/vamos-ver-no-que-vai-dar.html' title='Vamos ver no que vai dar?'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431116154511541470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15637340065735284594'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25260802.post-114441117507268274</id><published>2006-04-07T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T04:59:35.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dúvida Cruel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V x Z&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Ai, ai, ai, ai,ai,ai, ai,ai, ai, ai, ai, ai, aaaaaiii..."&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa ou Zeca? Zeca ou Vanessa?&lt;br /&gt;Os dois têm músicas que eu A-D-O-R-O...&lt;br /&gt;Se bem que o Zeca chegou primeiro, mas a Vanessa tem medo do escuro como eu...kkk&lt;br /&gt;"Meu amor, o que você faria se só te restasse esse dia? Se o mundo fosse acabar, me diga, o que você faria?"&lt;br /&gt;Iria pro Show da Vanessa ou do Zeca?&lt;br /&gt;Me diga o que você faria!?&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/25260802-114441117507268274?l=annamirella.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/feeds/114441117507268274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25260802&amp;postID=114441117507268274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/114441117507268274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/114441117507268274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/2006/04/dvida-cruel.html' title='&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Dúvida Cruel&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431116154511541470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15637340065735284594'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25260802.post-114424437871743478</id><published>2006-04-05T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T06:39:38.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Think About It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Temos que lutar por dias melhores!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tratar todos com gentileza, eu disse TODOS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se você pode ser gentil e atencioso com uma pessoa, por que não pode ser com todas as outras? Isso é preconceito sabia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acordei com a música do Phill Collins na cabeça, ainda não descobri onde fica o tal do paraíso, mas não é por isso que temos que fazer da nossa vida e da vida dos outros um inferno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paradise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She calls out to the man on the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;’sir, can you help me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It’s cold and I’ve nowhere to sleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is there somewhere you can tell me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;’He walks on, doesn’t look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He pretends he can’t hear her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Starts to whistle as he crosses the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems embarrassed to be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh think twice, it’s another day forYou and me in paradise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh think twice, it’s just another day for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You and me in paradise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She calls out to the man on the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He can see she’s been crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She’s got blisters on the soles of her feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can’t walk but she’s trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh think twice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh lord, is there nothing more anybody can do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh lord, there must be something you can say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can tell from the lines on her face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can see that she’s been there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Probably been moved on from every place’cos she didn’t fit in there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh think twice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25260802-114424437871743478?l=annamirella.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/feeds/114424437871743478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25260802&amp;postID=114424437871743478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/114424437871743478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/114424437871743478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-think-about-it.html' title='&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Just Think About It&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431116154511541470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15637340065735284594'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25260802.post-114407652237509831</id><published>2006-04-03T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T08:02:02.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Bella Donna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;É engraçado que as pessoas só dêem valor aquilo que perdem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a verdade é que a tal da mentira é insuportável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it's over. It's over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Madonna and Stuart Price&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Je suis désolée [Francês]&lt;br /&gt;Lo siento [Espanhol]&lt;br /&gt;Ik ben droevig [Holandês]&lt;br /&gt;Sono spiacente [Italiano]&lt;br /&gt;Perdóname [Espanhol] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard it all before (14x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;Please don't say you're sorryI've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;And I can take care of myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna hear,I don't wanna know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please don't say 'forgive me'&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all beforeAnd I can't take it anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not half the man you think you are&lt;br /&gt;Save your words because you've gone too far&lt;br /&gt;I listened to your lies and all your stories (listen to your stories)&lt;br /&gt;You're not half the man you'd like to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;Please don't say you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;I've heard it all beforeAnd I can take care of myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;Please don't say 'forgive me'I've seen it all before&lt;br /&gt;And I can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't explain yourself cause talk is cheap&lt;br /&gt;There's more important things than hearing you speak&lt;br /&gt;You stayed because I made it so convenient (made it so convenient)&lt;br /&gt;Don't explain yourself, you'll never see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gomen nasai [Japonês]&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe maph kardo [Hindú]&lt;br /&gt;Przepraszam [Polonês]&lt;br /&gt;Slicha [Hebreu]&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me [Inglês]&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry, sorry, sorry,...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've heard it all before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; (sorry, sorry, sorry,...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;Please don't say you're sorryI've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;And I can take care of myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;Please don't say 'forgive me'I've seen it all before&lt;br /&gt;And I can't take it anymore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hear,I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;Please don't say you're sorry(Don't explain yourself cause talk is cheap)&lt;br /&gt;I've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;And I can take care of myself(There's more important things than hearing you speak)&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;Please don't say 'forgive me'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;I've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;I've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;I've heard it all before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25260802-114407652237509831?l=annamirella.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/feeds/114407652237509831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25260802&amp;postID=114407652237509831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/114407652237509831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/114407652237509831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/2006/04/la-bella-donna.html' title='&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;La Bella Donna&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431116154511541470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15637340065735284594'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25260802.post-114402405718792971</id><published>2006-04-02T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T17:28:07.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolce vita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Começar com poesia é sempre bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sentir o que as palavras dizem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje é o que eu sinto que preciso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é o que todos nós precisamos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não é mesmo meu caro Drummond?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que pode uma criatura senão,entre criaturas, amar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amar e esquecer,amar e malamar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amar, desamar, amar?sempre, e até de olhos vidrados, amar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que pode, pergunto, o ser amoroso,sozinho, em rotação universal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;senão rodar também, e amar?amar o que o mar traz à praia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o que ele sepulta, e o que, na brisa marinha,é sal, ou precisão de amor, ou simples ânsia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amar solenemente as palmas do deserto,o que é entrega ou adoração expectante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e amar o inóspito, o cru,um vaso sem flor, um chão de ferro,e o peito inerte, e a rua vista em sonho, e uma ave de rapina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este o nosso destino: amor sem conta,distribuído pelas coisas pérfidas ou nulas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doação ilimitada a uma completa ingratidão,e na concha vazia do amor a procura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;medrosa,paciente, de mais e mais amor.Amar a nossa falta mesma de amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e na secura nossa amar a água implícita, e o beijo tácito, e a sede infinita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um brinde ao amor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que seja infinito enquanto dure, que dure eternamente! Amém!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25260802-114402405718792971?l=annamirella.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/feeds/114402405718792971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25260802&amp;postID=114402405718792971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/114402405718792971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25260802/posts/default/114402405718792971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamirella.blogspot.com/2006/04/dolce-vita.html' title='&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Dolce vita&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Me, Myself and I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431116154511541470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15637340065735284594'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>