<?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-6525345951730754256</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:35:05.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Script</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-6462409593085882117</id><published>2010-05-25T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T03:50:46.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This ain't goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha trilha sonora dessa semana devaneia entre o novo album do album da banda norte-americana Train e a musica da Natalie Merchant, My Skin e muito John Mayer, Slow dancing in a burning room. E elas refletem o momento que estou vivendo agora, me sinto que minha pele esteja dancando em uma sala e queima por dentro e tento deixar o lugar mas eu nao consigo e me esforce mesmo assim eu continuo... E nao e' calma antes da tempestade, apenas o meu coracao ferido e minha reflexao diante da vida. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas vezes voce imagina situacoes diferentes, e muitas vezes se projeta para aquele lugar secreto, que so' voce conheca, voltando para memorias, algumas dolorosas, algumas felizes, mas principalmente sentindo, e vivendo um futuro talvez irrealistico, mas que o mantem salvo, porque na verdade ninguem pode nos salvar de nos mesmos e essa a maneira que sem riscos sobrevivemos, ate que se alcance os sonhos. Por isso, meus queridos, nunca deixe de sonhar, mesmo que palavras, pessoas e as circunstacias tentam provar o contrario, nao e' um cliche isso, isso se chama determinacao e isso o mantem vivo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O risco de amar, ah o amor... Amamos tao erroneamente, porque talvez nao arriscamos o suficiente. Quantas vezes voce ou eu deparamos, e aquela pergunta bate em nossa porta, 'e se'? Porque nunca saberemos, se tivessemos conversado com aquele estranho no cafe, quem sabe nossa vida mudaria? E se nao tivessemos corrido tanto? E se aquela pessoa que queremos tanto nao fosse casado? E se nao tivessemos nos conhecido antes? E se eu nao tivesse perdido meu voo? Ai que deja vu, estou ouvindo Kid Abelha, Grand Hotel aqui.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oportunidades vao e vem todos os dias da nossa vida, basta abrirmos a janela para ve-las. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tive um sonho, ue estava caindo da janela, o engracado que ao inves de aproveitar a queda, sentir o ar, meu medo era de cair, assim agimos na vida enxergamos apenas as consequencias na vida e acabamos nao nos entregando. Eu nao quero ser aquela que nunca arriscou. E talvez devemos arriscar a nossa pele queimar. E nao se apegar a dor, porque ao contrario, se concentrarmos na dor, deixamos de enxergar quem estara segurando a nossa mao nesse momento. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E enquanto houver tempo, isso nao sera um adeus...&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/6525345951730754256-6462409593085882117?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6462409593085882117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=6462409593085882117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/6462409593085882117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/6462409593085882117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-aint-goodbye.html' title='This ain&apos;t goodbye'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-9025622921756612739</id><published>2010-02-01T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:07:50.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My beloved wife by Natalie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to Natalie...thinking of all dreams and hopes that song brings to me and memories, wrapped up and folded into my heart, and those will never fade and never erase. You never know what future might bring, you never expect things won't work out quite right in a relationship and when you realise, that moment slips through your fingers, and swallows you like quicksand. I am scared, never been that much scared about my near future, some weeks counting from now, going back home, is it for a holiday or is it for good? A part of me who draws me there so badly, friends, family, people I love and I care deeply, who know me inside out. I am going to see Jana, Ana Karina, Fernando, Andrea, and I will go back to be my old self. Sleep on my nana's lap, and listen to her amazing stories, Avenida Paulista, escadaria da Gazeta, my favourite spot, just watching that crowd is so amazing, so many people, different stories, love stories that unravel... Wish things were easier, you get married, have a life, kids, a future together, he holds your heart forever, love lasts a lifetime and afterdeath, you don't need to face first dates anymore, expectations of the new, you know he will hold your hands forever. I like the excitement, I love the idea of falling in love with someone and feel the sparks giving you goosebumps, and feeling safe, and sometimes I am simpler than people give me the credit for, we don't need luxury, we don't need big ceremonies to celebrate and we certainly don't need material possessions to prove how much we love and care about someone, of course we do need to be treated once in a while, with no reason, espontaneously, passionately, for me especially nothing beats the idea of writing a love letter, reading it, the idea of being adventurous, the idea of someone running after you even when you left to a different country just to say how much he loves you, the making-up sex full of feelings, and a kiss, so profound. I miss that, I wish I had a person who keeps me falling in love with him everyday and when I look deep into his eyes, I know he is truly mine and I am his, and everything around would be silenced, and that would be just me and him, wish I could be a star in somebody's else sky... Let's see, I don't create expectations, I create dreams to make them true...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O, I need &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The darkness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sweetness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sadness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The weakness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lullaby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A kiss goodnight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The angel sweet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love of my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need this &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it dark enough? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you see me? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you want me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you reach me? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or I'm leaving &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/6525345951730754256-9025622921756612739?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/9025622921756612739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=9025622921756612739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/9025622921756612739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/9025622921756612739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-beloved-wife-by-natalie.html' title='My beloved wife by Natalie'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-2882009234986818763</id><published>2010-01-11T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:21:54.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: Essa musica e' para o meu amigo, Fernando(MTV), um grande fa de poser rock(?), saudades de voce, saudades de quando comentavamos os nossos seriados preferidos, saudades de ser chamada The Flash, saudades das cartas com fotos do Candlebox, saudades das horas que passavamos no telefone tipo, escuta essa musica, agora essa, etc, saudades do fato que voce tinha uma super crush pela Jewel e pela Jennifer Love Hewitt. Mas devo confessar essa musica especialmente para videoke, show! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hold on little girl Show me what he's done to you Stand up little girl A broken heart can't be that bad When it's through, it's through Fate will twist the both of you So come on baby come on over Let me be the one to show you I'm the one who wants to be with you Deep inside I hope you feel it too Waited on a line of greens and blues Just to be the next to be with you Build up your confidence So you can be on top for once wake up who cares about Little boys that talk too much I've seen it all go down Your game of love was all rained out So come on baby, come on over Let me be the one to hold you Chorus Why be alone when we can be together baby You can make my life worthwhile And I can make you start to smile When it's through, it's through  Fate will twist the both of you So come on baby come on over Let me be the one to show you&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/6525345951730754256-2882009234986818763?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2882009234986818763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=2882009234986818763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/2882009234986818763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/2882009234986818763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-be-with-you.html' title='To Be With You'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-8149201001887120063</id><published>2010-01-11T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:10:04.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many of horrors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em que nos tornamos? Por que o amor esta tao subestimado? Por que pessoas se vendem tanto para a midia? Por que as pessoas deixam se levar por ganancia? Mentiras, por que pessoas nao sao capazes de conquistar outras pelo simples fatos de elas serem elas mesmas? E' brutal, e' cruel ver que como as pessoas modificam tanto seu exterior para ser outro alguem apenas para 'agradar' ao outro, e se tornarem escravos. Por que nao podemos viver pelo conceito de que Deus nos fez livres? Eu nem sei porque perco meu tempo para assistir programas assim (Take me out), talvez porque eu goste de analisar o ser humano, por pura curiosidade... Sinto muito mas eu nao consigo me enquadrar nesse estereotipo de 'Beautiful people', nao consigo me maquiar tanto, nao consigo exibir meu corpo com tanta vulgaridade, fingir que sou uma burra e estupida que nao sabe nem onde o proprio o umbigo e', sei la nao consigo ser tao 'cool' e desprendida assim, nunca fiquei por ninguem por puro interesse de ascensao social, nao consigo ser tao feliz assim, pessoas usam as outras, fazem sexo sem ter consideracao pelos sentimentos envolvidos, eu nao consigo ser assim, nao consigo nao me importar, sou muito sensivel...shit!!! Talvez eese motivo que sou tao atraida ao grunge, por que KC nao era cinico, era rustico, cru, e isso nao agrada as pessoas que tentam viver em uma biosfera centrada e perfeita e isso nao e' realidade!!! Sei la o que pensar...&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/6525345951730754256-8149201001887120063?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8149201001887120063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=8149201001887120063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/8149201001887120063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/8149201001887120063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/many-of-horrors.html' title='Many of horrors'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-4440862923903766350</id><published>2010-01-10T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:57:43.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drops of Jupiter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nao vou sair mais de casa, nao vou fazer mais nada, defitivamente meu inferno astral comecou, nao sei mais o que fazer, minha vida esta virada de cabeca para baixo. Sera que assistir Big Brother vai realmente mudar minha vida? Basshunter Jonas and Katya, ai meu Deus! Ou ficar assistindo esses filmes romanticos, ajudara em alguma coisa? Estou amando Biffy Clyro!!!!! Nao fazia a minima ideia de que eles eram escoseses ate hoje!! Odeio qualquer forma de comunicacao, porque elas sao falhas!!!! Pelo menos dei muitas risadas com o meu amigo Fernando, gente nos falamos muitas besteiras mesmo, e minha amiga Andrea, poxa ela me fez chorar de muitas saudades e rir muito hoje. Parece que o povo me largou no msn, falta de comunicacao mesmo. Sao 2am, e nao 3am como na musica do Matchbox 20, hilario, eu cantando Bonnie Tyler - Total Eclipse of the Heart, amanha escrevo mais ou menos, ai sei la, seja o que for, NEVERMIND....&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/6525345951730754256-4440862923903766350?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4440862923903766350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=4440862923903766350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/4440862923903766350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/4440862923903766350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/drops-of-jupiter.html' title='Drops of Jupiter'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-6215973134622502593</id><published>2009-12-16T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:43:18.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien by Bush from their 1st Album 16 Stones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the satelite comes and goes we give each other all we know in silence we still talk by the light of the stereo we waltz and will you rain down in your cinematic love truck gonna hold you like nothing's gonna stop us and she comes to take me away she's all that i needed i dont breathe another lover no flicker on the tv screen everything's more than it seems mighty backward fall we stare at the light on the wall and i swear to this she felt like velvet second blonde child like velvet, velvet and she comes to take me away i don't breathe another lover i'm an alien you're an alien it's a beautiful rain, beautiful rain i'm an alien you're an alien it's a beautiful rain, beautiful rain i'm an alien you're an alien it's a beautiful rain, beautiful rain,beautiful rain beautiful beautiful when she come around again when she come around again around again around again around again i'm an alien you're an alien it's a beautiful rain, beautiful rain i'm an alien you're an alien it's a beautiful rain, beautiful rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Stones'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-965603048351379796</id><published>2009-12-01T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T05:09:31.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Show by Lenka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;I'm just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Life is a maze and love is a riddle&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go I can't do it alone I've tried&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Slow it down&lt;br /&gt;Make it stop&lt;br /&gt;Or else my heart is going to pop&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's too much&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's a lot&lt;br /&gt;To be something I'm not&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fool&lt;br /&gt;Out of love&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Life is a maze and love is a riddle&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go I can't do it alone I've tried&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little girl lost in the moment&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared but I don't show it&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;It's bringing me down I know&lt;br /&gt;I've got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;And just enjoy the show&lt;br /&gt;The sun is hot&lt;br /&gt;In the sky&lt;br /&gt;Just like a giant spotlight&lt;br /&gt;The people follow the sign&lt;br /&gt;And synchronize in time&lt;br /&gt;It's a joke&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;They've got a ticket to that show&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Life is a maze and love is a riddle&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where to go I can't do it alone I've tried&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little girl lost in the moment&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared but I don't show it&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;It's bringing me down I know&lt;br /&gt;I've got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;And just enjoy the show&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoy the show&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Life is a maze and love is a riddle&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where to go I can't do it alone I've tried&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little girl lost in the moment&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared but I don't show it&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;It's bringing me down I know&lt;br /&gt;I've got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;And just enjoy the show&lt;br /&gt;dum de dum&lt;br /&gt;dudum de dum&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoy the show&lt;br /&gt;dum de dum&lt;br /&gt;dudum de dum&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoy the show&lt;br /&gt;I want my money back&lt;br /&gt;I want my money back&lt;br /&gt;I want my money back&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoy the show&lt;br /&gt;I want my money back&lt;br /&gt;I want my money back&lt;br /&gt;I want my money back&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoy the show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6525345951730754256-965603048351379796?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/965603048351379796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=965603048351379796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/965603048351379796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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or maybe it just brings me old memories when most of my teenagers years I used to write in english so people couldn't understand me or just to keep my mom away from my obscure journals or even because I can't be bothered to find portuguese accents. Now I am sitting here, in a cold frosty morning, listening to...Nirvana, oh God, yeah!! I tend to go to places when I listen to old Nirvana, my room 101! I remember how 'rebel' I was, I used to tell my mom I wanted to live in Seattle and used to burn candles to give peace to my suicidal singers, now I do feel bad when I think of that. God it was hillarious when I was 13, my mom was working, so I so wanted to go to the MTV, so my nana took me, I was terrible, I guess I always have this tendency to escape, so I completely disappeared with my 'cool' friends, so my nana was desesperate to find me and said in the reception - Where is my granddaughter? I think she has ran away with a long haired guy within a band. So so embarassing!!! I miss my old times, I was so authentic, like the songs I used to listen, fearless as a feminist (Babes in Toyland, L7, Hole, PJ Harvey) and brave to show my deepest feelings of anger and clever enough to write damn good songs. I had amazing teachers to inspire me to be a freedom writer, very lucky indeed. I am so grateful for the privilege to go to an amazing school ( I should thank my parents for paying it).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking about changes...So tell what do you want to change? Isn't life being fair sometimes that you feel like nothing and wants to hide and changes your form like a chameleon so the world can't see you? Isn't like to be around so many people and even so you feel lonely and alone? Trust me everybody feels this way sometimes. Don't run away too long from your feelings, embrace them, if it is anger, love, anguish, just let it go, all feelings are neutral, and you are just human.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will write later some more, my head is about to burst...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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/6525345951730754256-5312759706784928982?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5312759706784928982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=5312759706784928982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/5312759706784928982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/5312759706784928982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/heart-shaped-box.html' title='Heart shaped-box'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-588195699022305403</id><published>2009-11-28T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T08:17:08.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is only love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te amo, I love you, Je t' aime, Ti amo, T'estimo, Jeg elsker dig, Ik hou van je, Ich Liebe Dich, S'ayapo, Kimi o ai shiteru, t'a gr'a agam dhuit, Kocham ciebie, Ya tyebya lyublyu, Jag älskar dig, Seni seviyorum, Rwy'n dy garu di, Szeretlek,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;Jeg elsker deg!!!! :)&lt;/span&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/6525345951730754256-588195699022305403?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/588195699022305403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=588195699022305403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/588195699022305403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/588195699022305403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-is-only-love.html' title='It is only love...'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-2681813846652800864</id><published>2009-11-27T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T17:52:22.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good by Better than Ezra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking around the house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hidden behind the window and the door.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Searching for signs of life but there's nobody home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, maybe I'm just too scared.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe I'm just too frightened by the sound of it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pieces of note fall down, but the letter said, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[CHORUS:]Aha, it was good living with you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aha, it was good.Aha, it was good living with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aha, it was good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sitting around the house, watching the sun trace shadows on the floor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Searching for signs of life, but there's nobody home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, maybe I'll call or write you a letter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, maybe we'll see on the Fourth of July.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I'm not too sure, and I'm not too proud.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I'm not too sure and I'm not too proud to say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[CHORUS:]Aha, it was good living with you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aha, it was good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aha, it was good living with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aha, it was good.[spoken:] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, you were so good.yeah you were so good, yeah that's right...&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/6525345951730754256-2681813846652800864?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2681813846652800864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=2681813846652800864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/2681813846652800864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/2681813846652800864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-by-better-than-ezra.html' title='Good by Better than Ezra'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-5932957100947553891</id><published>2009-11-27T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T17:50:02.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom nao assustem com o titulo, essa musica me lembra de uma pessoa muito querida, que aniversaria hoje dia 28 de novembro, uma pessoa muito especial para mim, que me inspirou de todas as maneiras existentes meu querido Roberto Maia!!! Para voce meu querido, vai todo meu amor, e o carinho que tenho por voce, cada dia de minha existencia vou agradecer por Deus por ter trazido tanta luz e sabedoria em minha vida!!! Te amo muitao!! Feliz Aniversario!!!&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/6525345951730754256-5932957100947553891?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5932957100947553891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=5932957100947553891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/5932957100947553891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/5932957100947553891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/sex-and-candy.html' title='Sex and candy'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-5559128538288694767</id><published>2009-11-27T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T17:46:17.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meninas, leiam isso!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabe aquelas três palavrinhas lindas que todo mundo gostaria de ouvir, mas que muitas pessoas relutam em dizer? Um estudo de uma revista inglesa constatou que eles costumam dizer "Eu te amo" antes do que elas e que, além disso, se apaixonam mais cedo do que as mulheres. A diferença de tempo constatada pela pesquisa foi de apenas um mês. Eles se declarariam por volta dos sete meses do relacionamento, enquanto elas só depois de oito.Talvez você esteja se perguntando onde estão todos esses apaixonados, dispostos a declarar amor com facilidade, mas calma, a coisa não é tão simples assim...A pesquisa entrevistou quase 2000 homens e mulheres de várias idades e que estiveram num relacionamento no último ano. Apesar de o senso comum dar a entender que as mulheres são mais emotivas, os pesquisadores constataram que elas amadurecem mais cedo de maneira que têm mais conhecimento das próprias emoções. O que leva a crer que um "Eu te amo" dito por homem e por uma mulher não são exatamente iguais. O amar feminino seria mais ponderado, digamos.Ou seja, não se desespere se ele ainda não disse a famosa frase, o que conta mesmo são as atitudes do moço e como ele se porta em relação a você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: Artigo no site do Terra, ninguem merece!!! Ainda mais depois do dia de hoje que tive!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6525345951730754256-5559128538288694767?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5559128538288694767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=5559128538288694767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/5559128538288694767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/5559128538288694767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/meninas-leiam-isso.html' title='Meninas, leiam isso!!!'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-2831198651277169009</id><published>2009-11-24T16:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T16:45:32.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just say yes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Particulas espalhadas pelo chao, esperando e ansiando sua resposta, mas ela nao vem, ela suspende-se ao ar como atomos. Sentindo as batidas do seu coracao atraves do meu corpo, apenas esperando voce voce dizer que sim e que nada deixe que voce se prenda e venha para mim, segure minha mao e venha para mim. Apenas diga sim...&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/6525345951730754256-2831198651277169009?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2831198651277169009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=2831198651277169009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/2831198651277169009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/2831198651277169009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-say-yes.html' title='Just say yes'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-1276489077162187869</id><published>2009-08-13T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:22:15.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parece que mesmo acertando, erramos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E mesmo quando ganhamos, perdemos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nao existe formula para felicidade, apenas escolhas que fazemos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E imagino, se existe o outro lado?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivemos em um mundo de julgamentos, por que precisamos nos punir?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que permitimos a co-miseracao de nosso espirito ser corrompida por outros?&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/6525345951730754256-1276489077162187869?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1276489077162187869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=1276489077162187869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/1276489077162187869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/1276489077162187869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/side.html' title='Side'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-5756923682637582396</id><published>2009-07-28T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:44:07.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You owe me nothing in return</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Estou de volta, enfim, com meu eterno questionamento de relacionamentos! Sou fascinada pelo ser humano, amo contato humano, boa conversa e amo amar e estar apaixonada! Sou uma otimista com um lado dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;A verocidade que nos nos apaixonamos e nos desapaixonamos, a velocidade, a negacao, os pros e contras e tudo que envolve. As vezes e' normal rejeitarmos o que desconhecemos, ate' o nosso corpo faz isso, o que chamamos de mecanismo de auto-defesa. Mas por que temos tanto medo de nos aprofundarmos em outro ser humano? Talvez porque nunca tenhamos aprofundarmos em nos mesmos. Gastamos tanta energia e perdermos tanto tempo, brigamos e nao chegamos a conclusao nenhuma, e isso e' tao cansativo, e traz uma energia tao pesada para nossas vidas. Por que amar e' tao dificil? Amar e' respeitar, cuidar, preservar mas conviver e' se relacionar e ai as coisas mudam de figura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Algo que complica tudo, e parte dos questionamentos femininos sao como os homens reagem de forma obtusa (sera que usei a palvara certa?) as nossas expectativas, com tamanha praticidade que mesmo meu lado masculino se espanta, quisera que eles fossem sutis e mais sensiveis, eles tem esse jeito de balancear os sentimentos de forma brusca, quente e frio, sim e nao! Por que sempre precisa ser do jeito que eles querem? Talvez porque o cerebro deles reagem a uma quimica diferente ao da mulher, talvez seja genetico, e venha nos primordios &lt;em&gt;Homo Habilis,&lt;/em&gt; para mim machismo, puro machismo, competividade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Afinal o amor e' um jogo, nao e'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Estou lendo esse livro do filme - He' just not that into you - com interessante teorias. Por que nos mulheres, complicamos tanto, se soubessemos as intencoes deles e os sinais jamais sofreriamos tanto, apesar de existir sempre uma regra a excecao? Os sinais sao tao simples, a sinceridade nua e crua quando eles nao se importam e' tao evidente que iludimos em querer salva-los, sendo que eles realmente nao precisam disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Tente falar sobre sentimentos com um homem, nao funcionara, masse voce mencionar como agucar certos sentimentos, se voce entende o que eu estou falando, ai a coisa muda totalmente de figura. Mesmo nas coisas mais banais que nossas avos semprem diziam que um homem se pega pelo estomago. Homens sao movidos a sensacoes, mulheres a floreios, se ele nao a beija, telefona para voce ou nao faz sexo com voce, e' porque ele nao esta a fim, no entanto existe certos cafajestes que tem sexo mas nao sente nada, talvez porque na mente masculina sexo e' sexo e amor e', sei la o que se passa mais na cabeca deles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Por que cedemos tanto ao ser humano? Sera que o medo de ficarmos sozinhos, esta nos engolindo e nos absorvendo? Por que queremos salvar tanto alguem quando nos mesmos precisamos ser salvos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Deixo a voces discutirem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6525345951730754256-5756923682637582396?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5756923682637582396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=5756923682637582396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/5756923682637582396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/5756923682637582396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-owe-me-nothing-in-return.html' title='You owe me nothing in return'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-626050329674194107</id><published>2009-05-17T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:25:54.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If there's a rocket tie me to it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SiBsCP3dxJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/azCbihonR_c/s1600-h/PN_wallppr1_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341387943936115858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SiBsCP3dxJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/azCbihonR_c/s320/PN_wallppr1_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Estou tentando encontrar um sentido existencial para os acontecimentos da vida. Mas nao cheguei a conclusao alguma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ultimamente tenho curtido a vida, lidando com dilemas familiares e nao tenho pensado em relacionamentos, estou evitando tal assunto, estou correndo de qualquer tipo de relacionamento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Redescobri minha grande paixao - radio, tv, musica!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu simplesmente amo tudo isso! Eu amo ir a 'gigs', deixo tudo, familia, namorado, marido, filhos para ir a um show sem nenhuma culpa, me faz sentir viva quando a musica penetra, os acordes de guitarra, a batida forte da bateria, a profundidade do baixo, a paixao.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinceramente ha muito tempo nao sentia a musica tao dentro de mim, isso gracas ao Paolo Nutini, apesar da alteracao de comportamento causado por certamente algo que ele deva ter cheirado, injetado ou inalado, mas isso nao importa, ele e' lindo de qualquer jeito e que voz poderosa, que presenca de palco, mesmo a timidez dele, me impressionou de uma maneira grandiosa. Mas o melhor foi a banda que abriu, havia duas bandas, a primeira banda, eu amei, amei e amei &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.willandthepeople.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;http://www.willandthepeople.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; uma banda simples e feliz, com ritmos pegantes (catchy tunes) e eu recomendo muito, porque o vocalista e' um amorzinho, Will!! A segunda banda, nem sei o nome, tocavam bem mas meio chatinhos, enfim, me diverti muito, e percebi que as melhores coisas da vida sao simples! Tao simples. Por favor apoiem meus amiguinhos do Will and The People, eles sao muito bons mesmo, musicas simples, honestas e alegres. E Will e' um amorzinho mesmo, eu sou uma fa e soldado, assim como ele chama seus fas, soldiers!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Mas depois falo mais deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Estou impressionada com o talento de Paolo Nutini, a paixao, a vibracao, a forca em sua voz, acabei de receber o single Candy e eu amo muito!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Bom vou repassar minha lista de singles que tenho ouvido, muitos, muitos, e bem variados, coisas bem pop, coisas bem indie, coisas intituladas pois sao boas demais para descrever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Beyonce - If I were a boy single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Alesha Dixons - Let's get excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Black eyed peas - Boom boom pow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Paolo Nutini - Candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Daniel Merriweather - Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;The Veronicas - Untouched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Miley Cyrus - The Climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Lilly Allen - Not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Lenka - The Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Snow Patrol - The planet bends between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Marmaduke Duke - Rubber lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Laura Marling - Ghosts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Will and the People - Knocking/ Weirdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Rob Thomas - Her diamonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Etc, etc, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6525345951730754256-626050329674194107?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/626050329674194107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=626050329674194107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-6159393539107268000</id><published>2009-05-17T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:22:45.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Request by Paolo Nutini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/ShCqQACkhqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/kddeZmmFeZY/s1600-h/PN_wallppr2_md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336952750299448994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/ShCqQACkhqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/kddeZmmFeZY/s320/PN_wallppr2_md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slow down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lie down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember it's just you and me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't sell out, bow out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember how this used to be. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just want you closer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is that alright? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby let's get closer tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grant my last request&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And just let me hold you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't shrug your shoulders&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lay down beside me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sure I can accept that we're going nowhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But one last time just go there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lay down beside me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, I've found, that I'm bound &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To wander down that one way road. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I realise all about your lies &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I'm no wiser than the fool I was before. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just want you closer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is that alright? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby let's get closer tonight &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, baby, baby, baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me how can, how can this be wrong?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, lay down beside me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One last time let's go there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lay down beside me&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/6525345951730754256-6159393539107268000?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6159393539107268000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=6159393539107268000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/6159393539107268000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/6159393539107268000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-request-by-paolo-nutini.html' title='Last Request by Paolo Nutini'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/ShCqQACkhqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/kddeZmmFeZY/s72-c/PN_wallppr2_md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-6357746837406865614</id><published>2009-03-03T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:19:12.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L'envers du decor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SdvfNKLA9OI/AAAAAAAAAJk/euIlsYliJm8/s1600-h/Sara.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322092801830221026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SdvfNKLA9OI/AAAAAAAAAJk/euIlsYliJm8/s320/Sara.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voce tenta mover seus moveis, mas a sua vida continua estagnada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voce tenta se questionar, mas as respostas estao em sua atitude.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voce tenta se iludir, talvez porque a realidade nao seja o que voce esperava.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voce coloca sua felicidade nas maos de outra pessoa, sendo que a felicidade esta em voce.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voce comeca a andar, mas tropeca, caminha, mas cai em areia movedica.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voce tenta segurar o peso do mundo, mas o que voce quer mesmo fazer e' voar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voce tenta correr dentro de um labirinto, embora nunca encontre saida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voce quer crescer, no entanto seus sonhos infantis estao gritando para sair dentro de voce.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voce ama alguem mais do que si propria, deprivando entao seu crescimento pessoal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voce se esforca em entender o sexo oposto, e perde sua propria natureza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voce tenta se equilibrar mas o mundo desaba em seus ombros.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voce quer ficar, mas seu coracao anseiam em voltar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voce quer voltar, mas sua mente ainda continua aqui.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voce quer ser alguem, mas voce e' simplesmente voce...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/6525345951730754256-6357746837406865614?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6357746837406865614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=6357746837406865614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/6357746837406865614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/6357746837406865614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/lenvers-du-decor.html' title='L&apos;envers du decor'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SdvfNKLA9OI/AAAAAAAAAJk/euIlsYliJm8/s72-c/Sara.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-1853333002813902602</id><published>2009-03-02T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:26:57.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If he is not marrying you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/Sax9UxAXWzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-wmvkWzcuXE/s1600-h/878269_height370_width560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308755856468695858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/Sax9UxAXWzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-wmvkWzcuXE/s320/878269_height370_width560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/Sax85uALVFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/sIRv-K7vnmQ/s1600-h/878269_height370_width560.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Marriage always holds your partner's happiness hostage. And the price of ransom is always your development." by David Schnarch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6525345951730754256-1853333002813902602?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1853333002813902602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=1853333002813902602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/1853333002813902602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/1853333002813902602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-he-is-not-marrying-to-you.html' title='If he is not marrying you...'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/Sax9UxAXWzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-wmvkWzcuXE/s72-c/878269_height370_width560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-6037930699168851289</id><published>2009-02-21T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T05:46:24.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Even</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SaVLo9dIrqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/l5Sn7pGI_Tk/s1600-h/878263_height370_width560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306730902989614754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SaVLo9dIrqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/l5Sn7pGI_Tk/s320/878263_height370_width560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SaVLe_vn0ZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZjkgmNEkau8/s1600-h/878269_height370_width560.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz um bom tempo que nao escrevo, talvez porque faltasse tempo ou inspiracao necessaria. Tenho ido todas as semanas ao cinema, e sabe, minha amiga gosta de filmes dos anos 20 e 30 e e' fascinada pela Guerra Mundial, e toda a semana eu venho com uma sensacao apertada no meu coracao, eu nao saio com a sensacao leve do cinema, nao saio tao pouco com um sorriso, acredito que no Valkyrie sai com a sensacao de que iriam atirar em mim, ai Jesus (nao o Jesus da Madonna, por favor!), o outro filme que assisti com a Kate Winslet e o Leonardo Caprio (ambos com impecaveis representacoes) me fizeram pior, que as pedrinhas nos meus rins se manifestaram na manha seguinte. Mas na semana passada, por milagre, fomos assistir um dos meus filmes, no fundo eu sei que acabou nao gostando, sinto muito, nao ia ceder dessa vez, nao queria de jeito nenhum sair com o peso de todas as almas mortas e massacradas de um filme, e entao assistimos 'He's just not that into you'. Uma leveza se levantou em meu corpo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De certa forma, profileferamos a violencia, pois existem versoes de violencia, e a revolucao primeiro comeca dentro de nos para que se propague no mundo exterior, o que vemos ai, e' apenas a dimensao de todos os nossos sentimentos negativos, nao e' nada apenas que esteja no fundo de todos nos, vivemos uma guerra interna, pagamos para ir ao cinema e reviver mutilacoes, assistir genocidios, abortos, pedofilia. Felizmente eu nao quero ser mais uma, nao quero assitir a essa guerra civil, mundial, pessoal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou uma pessoa otimista, nao gosto de amores mal resolvidos, gosto de tudo bem explicadinho, nao aprecio a rotina, gosto do inusitado e do diferente, do detalhe que faz a diferenca, sou livre, sou humana, nao gosto de jogar com as pessoas pois essas nao sao cassino se eu quiser jogar vou para Las Vegas que e' mais bem divertido, nao seria nunca uma medica, pois nao gosto de ter a vida de ninguem nas minhas maos, tenho sim, minhas palavras que jogadas ao ar ou mergulhadas no oceano transpiram sentimentos, detesto pessoas que nao se envolvem, quando amo, brigo, defendo, mas amo intensamente, amor nao e' explicado, e' sentido e e' divino, ao contrario de relacionamentos, esses sim sao analisados, a essencia do amor nunca muda, mas a do relacionamento muda. Compreendo o vazio da alma, e esse nao e' necessario que ninguem preencha, apenas Deus pode! Ninguem completa ninguem, as pessoas apenas nos adicionam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho analisado ultimamente a verocidade dos relacionamentos atraves de filmes, letras de musicas, experiencias; e a conclusao que cheguei essa semana, foi que quando algo se quebra, nao se quebra da mesma maneira do outro lado, e que as vezes podemos ser a regra como podemos ser a excecao, e quando paramos de amar, paramos de nos importar, se entao ele nao esta dormindo com voce, ligando para voce, sendo romantico ou vice-versa, tente conversar, do contrario nao se iluda, parta para outra, nem se essa outra ou outro for voce mesmo, a vida e' muito curta e seria muito chata se fosse planejada minuciosamente, embora conheca pessoas que facam isso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida e' um acidente de acasos, maridos, esposas, empregos, e ate' paises...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acredite!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfim, estou tentando virar indie, ouvindo mais Kings of Leon, no que for, vejo voces na proxima postagem! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijocas mil!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6525345951730754256-6037930699168851289?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6037930699168851289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=6037930699168851289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/6037930699168851289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/6037930699168851289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/break-even.html' title='Break Even'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SaVLo9dIrqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/l5Sn7pGI_Tk/s72-c/878263_height370_width560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-8627153628910133775</id><published>2008-12-23T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:09:06.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody's Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SVF9bvo-kBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/YliViz2WYzY/s1600-h/I-made-myself-vulnerable_mode_une.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283141753480581138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SVF9bvo-kBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/YliViz2WYzY/s200/I-made-myself-vulnerable_mode_une.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Relendo e lendo e-mails, cartas, pequenos bilhetinhos, pensando, repensando, analisando, sera que ser mae significa ter necessariamente amor incondicional? Por que os pais colocam tantas condicoes ao amor que eles nos 'emprestam'? E sera que dizer que voce ama alguem e' tudo? Amor e' indiscretivelmente dificil de se descrever, quanto mais sentir. As vezes me questiono se amor existe (?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu duvido que meus pais um dia me amaram, simplesmente nao posso julga-los, mas posso sentir. Talvez minha mae, tenha apenas tentado ser 'mae' - manipuladora, controladora, ditadora, provedora. Mas eu nao recordo de um dia sequer que ela tem sido maternal, divertida, amiga. Sera pelo fato de ela ter abdicado a vida dela custou um preco muito alto que eu nem sabia que teria que pagar? Culpas e mais culpas, punimentos, agressoes verbais, fisicas e psicologicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Meu pai, prefiro ate nao mencionar, sera que temos algum tipo de relacionamento? Somos estranhos, mesmo termos convivido por 12 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Por que os pais nao enxergam seus filhos como seres humanos e nao como robos? Isso e' tao complexo? Alguma formula matematica, fisica, quimica necessaria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Por que nao deixar as algemas da responsabilidade se soltarem um pouco para que se permita criar um laco afetivo sem julgamentos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E quem sabe um dia deixaremos de sermos filhos, filhas e sim um complemento na vida de alguem que faz a diferenca?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6525345951730754256-8627153628910133775?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8627153628910133775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=8627153628910133775' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/8627153628910133775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/8627153628910133775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/nobodys-daughter.html' title='Nobody&apos;s Daughter'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SVF9bvo-kBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/YliViz2WYzY/s72-c/I-made-myself-vulnerable_mode_une.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-6513436504480299305</id><published>2008-11-24T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:25:03.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SStFx9_cvTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/dBzKq38M2v4/s1600-h/10929582_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272384513523891506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SStFx9_cvTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/dBzKq38M2v4/s200/10929582_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tonight the sky above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Reminds me of you, love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Walking through wintertime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Where the stars all shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The angel on the stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will tell you I was there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Under the front porch light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On a mystery night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've been sitting watching life pass from the sidelines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Been waiting for a dream to seep in through my blinds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wondered what might happen if I left this all behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Would the wind be at my back ? Could I get you off my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The neon lights in bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And headlights from the cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Have started a symphony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Surrounding Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The things I left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Have melted in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And now there's a purity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've been sitting watching life pass from the sidelines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Been waiting for a dream to seep in through my blinds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wondered what might happen if I left this all behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Would the wind be at my back ? Could I get you off my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've been sitting watching life pass from the sidelines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Been waiting for a dream to seep in through my blinds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wondered what might happen if I left this all behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Would the wind be at my back ? Could I get you off my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6525345951730754256-6513436504480299305?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6513436504480299305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=6513436504480299305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/6513436504480299305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/6513436504480299305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-time.html' title='This Time'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SStFx9_cvTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/dBzKq38M2v4/s72-c/10929582_gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-8581563538281892092</id><published>2008-11-24T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:26:53.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SStGM1CtZ9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/jniEBDYS_8Y/s1600-h/flip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272384974978115538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SStGM1CtZ9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/jniEBDYS_8Y/s200/flip2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os dias tem sido gelidos, literalmente. Minha alma se amortece dia apos dia. E do outro lado da linha, nenhuma voz amiga.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez minhas insordidas incertezas me trouxe aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Adams tem sido meu amante, Alanis, minha conselheira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" A feeling is not bottomless once felt all the way through, a great peace greets you there."&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/6525345951730754256-8581563538281892092?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8581563538281892092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=8581563538281892092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/8581563538281892092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/8581563538281892092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/shivering-cold.html' title='Heartbreaker'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SStGM1CtZ9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/jniEBDYS_8Y/s72-c/flip2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-6967395179476998078</id><published>2008-10-17T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:06:45.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The guy who leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He always leaves leaving no note.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He always leaves leaving things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He always leaves leaving poems&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He always leaves leaving his belongings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He always leaves leaving pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He always leaves leaving a part of me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He always leaves leaving me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He'd just left, leaving nothing but me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Standing, waiting and crying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He always leaves leaving himself so far behind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;He always leaves leaving only dried leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6525345951730754256-6967395179476998078?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6967395179476998078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=6967395179476998078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/6967395179476998078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/6967395179476998078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/guy-who-leaves.html' title='The guy who leaves'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-969708079000903108</id><published>2008-09-13T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T18:51:25.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Blister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SMxuE1voxQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/687VsN9PlKM/s1600-h/menina_rezando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245688695405200642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SMxuE1voxQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/687VsN9PlKM/s200/menina_rezando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As injusticas do mundo comecam desde o ventre de nossas maes, ou talvez nos leva ate mais longe do que isso. Assistindo o filme 'The Duchess', notei como as mulheres eram e continuam sendo massacradas desde os primordios medievais. Sera que existe irmandade entre mulheres? Tenho a impressao que muitas vezes a rivalidade, a competitividade, os homens, nos fazem que nos distanciamos cada vez mais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas o mundo esta tao cruel. Quando era adolescente, anos 90, era grunge, epoca em que as mascaras haviam caido, que nao precisavamos fingir que a vida era perfeita, os divorcios iam aumentando, pais que conseguiam manter duas familias, quando minha propria familia comecou a desmoronar, mas se parar para refletir, nada mudou, as farsas continuavam, mas dessa vez elas eram mais claras, nao havia mais compaixao. E parte da minha vida, me senti culpada, e o grunge me fez me sentir 'normal'. E mesmo mais de 10 anos passados, as mentiras continuam as mesmas. Nao acredito que vivemos em um circo. Criancas sao forcadas a perder sua amada infancia para viver sonhos frustrados de pais capitalistas. Pais que dilaceram seus filhos em tenra idade florescendo, pais que matam, executam seus filhos, pais que jogam criancas de predios, pais que desossam, queimam seus filhos e com uma enxada os enterram ou simplesmente o jogam em um lixo, ou mesmo maes que tem a coragem de tratarem seus recem nascidos como verdadeiros objetos descartaveis, tudo bem, e' natural ter depressao pos-parto, mas isso chegaria ao mutilamento de pequenas almas indefesas? As criancas sao adultos, a virgindade e' algo incomodo e vergonhoso para alguns, nada e' visto com os olhos de amor, ternura, compaixao, com os olhos de Deus. Ingleses nao acreditam no proposito divino, acreditam no poder da cerveja, do 'pint'. A desvalorizacao dos corpos humanos, a rejeicao, pessoas esqueceram de se amar, porque nao vivem...sobrevivem. O que 'e felicidade? Apenas uma palavra com 10 letras, 5 silabas, paroxitona, 5 consoantes e 5 vogais. Escrita, nao vivenciada, idealizada, confundida e perdida nesse universo.&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/6525345951730754256-969708079000903108?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/969708079000903108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=969708079000903108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/969708079000903108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/969708079000903108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/sister-blister.html' title='Sister Blister'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SMxuE1voxQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/687VsN9PlKM/s72-c/menina_rezando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-6477929761302505735</id><published>2008-09-08T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T17:22:29.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan on Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SMXBuHWGMyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eI8L9Q24f10/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243810339132683042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SMXBuHWGMyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eI8L9Q24f10/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meramente impossivel planejar um final feliz para cada historia de amor. E ainda mais ironico de minha parte, ainda tentar, mas hoje eu libero a parte minha, que ainda acreditava e deixo que ela seja feliz, apenas 'tentando ser feliz'. Relacionamentos nao sao para mim. Nas minhas historias, a unica vila, sou eu mesma e minha imaginacao. Eu sou ingenua, desesperadamente uma romantica intelectual, apegada a pequenas memorias, e eu nao paro de ouvir 'Stay', e eu nao paro de lembrar as vezes que dei meu coracao em um prato para que ele fosse comido e massacrado, eu dei meu amor, recebi um cd com a musica 'Black'. Eu nunca soube jogar esses estupidos jogos que todos aprendem a jogar, eu nunca soube saber falsear o bastante, eu nao sou uma jogadora de xadrez que meticulosamente remove e descarta as pecas como se essas mesmas fossem descartaveis. Nao vou carregar mais o peso do mundo nos meus ombros. Eu ainda nao tive tempo para respirar e processar as perdas, talvez eu bancasse heroina, talvez eu nao tive tempo para dizer nao, e dizem que nunca e' tarde. Cansei de viver papeis que eu vesti como se fossem meu, cansei de ser a Felicity perseguindo o Ben, cansei de ser Phoebe em um relacionamento destrutivo com Cole, cansei de ser Joey querendo alcancar um 'conto de fadas' e esperando por um pai que nem sabe como sou e como estou, cansei de ser eu mesma...Moratorium&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/6525345951730754256-6477929761302505735?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6477929761302505735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=6477929761302505735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/6477929761302505735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/6477929761302505735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/plan-on-forever.html' title='Plan on Forever'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SMXBuHWGMyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eI8L9Q24f10/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-557915941915399805</id><published>2008-09-07T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:19:51.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day Like This by Elbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SMRvnABD9tI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NU38GYzfzi8/s1600-h/orchid-3-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243438581976135378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SMRvnABD9tI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NU38GYzfzi8/s200/orchid-3-web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;rinking in the morning sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blinking in the morning sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shaking off the heavy one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heavy like a loaded gun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What made me behave that way?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Using words I never say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can only think it must be love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, anyway, it's looking like a beautiful day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone tell me how I feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's silly wrong but vivid right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, kiss me like the final meal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, kiss me like we die tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause holy cow, I love your eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And only now I see the light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, lying with me half-awake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, anyway, it's looking like a beautiful day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When my face is chamois-creased&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you think I'll wink, I did&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laugh politely at repeats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, kiss me when my lips are thin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause holy cow, I love your eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And only now I see you like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, lying with me half-awake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stumbling over what to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, anyway, it's looking like a beautiful day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So throw those curtains wide!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day like this a year'd see me right!&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/6525345951730754256-557915941915399805?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/557915941915399805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=557915941915399805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/557915941915399805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/557915941915399805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-day-like-this-by-elbow.html' title='One Day Like This by Elbow'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SMRvnABD9tI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NU38GYzfzi8/s72-c/orchid-3-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-8248709147019923665</id><published>2008-09-07T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T16:52:13.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bones of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SMRpIQk2wZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/n29wvEk86Bw/s1600-h/img002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243431456775520658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SMRpIQk2wZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/n29wvEk86Bw/s200/img002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Freedom lies at the heart of my wilingness to lose everything" - Alanis Morissette&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nao tenho encontrado muita inspiracao, talvez porque nao estava completamente em extase ou tao pouco em profunda depressao. Eu culpo o New Kids on The Block, devido a eles, estou com um pessimo bloqueio mental e emocional. E por isso hoje estou a pensar em todas as musicas que ouvi ate hoje, minha influencia e' vasta, meu conhecimento, definitivamente impossivel descrever, devo isso a anos de dedicacao, e claro de amigos que passaram e ainda estao em minha vida, com carinho ao Maia. Em minhas veias correm a paixao que eu tenho com a musica. E acreditem que algumas pessoas ja tentaram roubar isso de mim, nao so pessoas, mas a vida em si. Eu vivo pela musica, seja escrevendo sobre ela, cantando, ouvindo, absorvendo repetitivos refroes, indo a 'gigs', ainda nao tive a coragem de enfrentar um Glastonbury ( me perdoem, mas nessas horas sou meio chata, nao me sujaria de lama, nao! Nem com as wellies mais perfeitas e cor-de-rosa!). Confesso que meu humor meio goofy, nunca sarcastico (nao virei inglesa ainda) me ajudou nas horas mais dificeis. Meu coracao e' corajoso, sou uma guerreira que sobreviveu holocaustos (tambem nao e' para tanto), mas que aprendeu a disfarcar os sentimentos, mesmo quando a vida estava uma baita confusao, uma droga mesmo (nao falo palavroes, nao adianta!) e a caminho para Birmingham, para meu grande dia, o dia do meu transplante, eu fui a viagem toda, ouvindo uma musica que lembra tudo que eu sou - Everything da Alanis, porque que se fosse a ultima musica que ouvisse, eu morreria feliz, mesmo que nao estivesse completamente realizada e prometi a mim mesma que se sobrevivesse a essa, iria ver, a propria Alanis, ao vivo, e nao e' que isso aconteceu? La estava eu, meses depois, na turne do Flavors of Entanglement, recem operada, nao pude pular e Fernando, nao desta vez nao subi no pescoco de um estranho! E dessa vez pude realmente tirar fotos, meu celular so' que decepcionou um pouco, e ve-la em sua gloria pos Ryan Reynolds, m-a-r-a-v-i-l-h-o-s-a! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E Deus me deu, um figado novo, uma vida nova, spleen-less, e meu figado e' irlandes!!! E eu acho que chegou a hora para escrever a carta aos doadores, talvez eu esteja mais preparada agora. Agora nao tem jeito meu figado e' irlandes, assim como o The Corrs, Damien Rice, Cranberries, meu medico, e meu lindo, maravilhoso Gary do Snow Patrol, quer coisa melhor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sim, Deus tem me abencoado sempre, e eu agradeco a cada suspiro que dou, e aceito a vida sorrindo, com meu fantastico pervertido humor de sempre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E Fernando, sim, ouviamos Gabriel O Pensador, e coisas que eu nao prefiro citar aqui.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a vida me deu voce, Fe, um grande amigo. Eu sou feliz com os Fernandos da minha vida, tanto o Fe da MTV como o Fe do Indrama, amo voces! Falando nisso, tem uma musica do Abba, que tocou no filme 'O Casamento de Muriel' chamada Fernando...bom, nevermind...&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/6525345951730754256-8248709147019923665?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8248709147019923665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=8248709147019923665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/8248709147019923665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/8248709147019923665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/bones-of-you.html' title='The Bones of You'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SMRpIQk2wZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/n29wvEk86Bw/s72-c/img002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-6303393703577872561</id><published>2008-09-01T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T16:20:09.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hundred Million Suns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLx4jhmHAJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CnmncxMdqzg/s1600-h/Sun.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241196618061381778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLx4jhmHAJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CnmncxMdqzg/s200/Sun.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensar que estamos em uma galáxia com mais de 100 milhões de sois, de acordo com o Snow Patrol, e ainda nos sentimos sós. Talvez porque somos prisioneiros dos nossos próprios sonhos, estrangeiros em nossa própria pátria e estranhos para nos próprios. Vejo pessoas sendo absorvidas por suas próprias neuroses, paranoias, drama, coracoes sendo machucados, promessas não cumpridas, sonhos estilhaçados, castelos desmoronados, decepcoes, desilusões, coracoes partidos, guerras internas, civis e mundiais, conflitos, e lutas. Será que isso nunca acaba ou e' apenas parte de um grande circulo vicioso? Um caos domesticado? Uma guerrilha pacifica? Ou apenas humanos que falseiam? Ei, ainda sou uma cidadã desse planeta, mereço utopia?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A propósito, será que não serei salva pelo novo CD do Snow Patrol? Gary Lightbody, me tire desse universo!&lt;/strong&gt;&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/6525345951730754256-6303393703577872561?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6303393703577872561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=6303393703577872561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/6303393703577872561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/6303393703577872561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/hundred-million-suns.html' title='A Hundred Million Suns'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLx4jhmHAJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CnmncxMdqzg/s72-c/Sun.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-8036222572628044408</id><published>2008-08-27T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:58:36.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travis, Travis, Travis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLX4Iy6a09I/AAAAAAAAAG0/sjbVxByQATs/s1600-h/ISOM25CD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239366571504882642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLX4Iy6a09I/AAAAAAAAAG0/sjbVxByQATs/s200/ISOM25CD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Estou ouvindo Travis agora, sao quase 2 horas aqui, da manha! Geralmente tenho grandes inspiracoes de madrugada, mas nunca paro para sentar e escrever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Gente, eu preciso ir nesse gig, preciso ver Travis, preciso ter um orgasmo so' de ver o Travis, eu me lembro quando cheguei aqui na Inglaterra, eles tinham recentemente lancado o segundo album - Invisible Band, e a musica que mais ouvi foi The Cage. Preciso ir no show da Sara Bareilles tambem! Nao estou muito inspirada hoje a noite, talvez escreva mais amanha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6525345951730754256-8036222572628044408?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8036222572628044408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=8036222572628044408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/8036222572628044408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/8036222572628044408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2008/08/travis-travis-travis.html' title='Travis, Travis, Travis...'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLX4Iy6a09I/AAAAAAAAAG0/sjbVxByQATs/s72-c/ISOM25CD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-5415347821237946511</id><published>2008-08-27T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:36:07.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make you feel my love by Adele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLXk31bjptI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LKI-4NCdg34/s1600-h/Felicity.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239345389402040018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLXk31bjptI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LKI-4NCdg34/s320/Felicity.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the rain is blowing in your face.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the whole world is on your case&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could offer you a warm embrace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To make you feel my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the evening shadows and the stars appear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there is no one there to dry your tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could hold you for a million years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To make you feel my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you haven't made your mind up yet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I would never do you wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've known it from the moment that we met&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No doubt in my mind where you belong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd go hungry; I'd go black and blue,I'd go crawling down the avenue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To make you feel my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The storms are raging on the rolling seaand on the highway of regret.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though winds of change are throwing wild and free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You ain't seen nothing like me yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could make you happy, make your dreams come true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing that I wouldn't do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go to the ends of the Earth for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To make you feel my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6525345951730754256-5415347821237946511?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5415347821237946511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=5415347821237946511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/5415347821237946511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/5415347821237946511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2008/08/make-you-feel-my-love-by-adele.html' title='Make you feel my love by Adele'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLXk31bjptI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LKI-4NCdg34/s72-c/Felicity.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-4568545195571710749</id><published>2008-08-26T13:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:14:53.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Pavements</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLRtfElhhPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QbWhiETCQCY/s1600-h/Beijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238932647113229554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLRtfElhhPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QbWhiETCQCY/s200/Beijo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sabe quando voce sente que esta 'perseguindo' a calcada? E nao sabe em que direcao voce esta indo? Que voce sabe que esta se apaixonando, com todos os pros e contras que vem com isso? Nao apenas desejo estar com alguem, mas sim o desejo ficar com alguem especial por todos os dias que se passam, e isso esta acaba nos consumindo, das noites que pensamos, olhando da janela, o ceu encoberto por nuvens, e acreditem ainda mais dificil estando visualizando os ceus estrelados na Inglaterra! As vezes sinto que um iceberg esta os separa, e nao sei se ao certo se ele se afsta dela ou se ela se afasta dele, e como queria trazer ele para ela, bem perto dela, e mesmo no silencio na madrugada as palavras que ambos dizem, se jogam para o ar, e se perdem em pequenos estilhacos de vidro, a fragilidade se assusta com seu jeito brusco, porque nao sei ao certo onde isso os levara. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6525345951730754256-4568545195571710749?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4568545195571710749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=4568545195571710749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/4568545195571710749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/4568545195571710749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2008/08/chasing-pavements.html' title='Chasing Pavements'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLRtfElhhPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QbWhiETCQCY/s72-c/Beijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-8376207293425565183</id><published>2008-08-26T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:06:16.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLREJgPCpZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PXCieDpAgSU/s1600-h/LisaLoeb_Tails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238887196601263506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLREJgPCpZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PXCieDpAgSU/s200/LisaLoeb_Tails.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você não precisa escrever uma canção de amor para dizer o quanto se importa, não precisa muito, e não custa nada, muitas vezes um sorriso, um gesto pequeno faz toda a diferença. Tantas pessoas passam pela nossa vida, e sempre deixam um pedaço que sempre nos marcara. Eu tenho cartas, bilhetinhos, fotos, um porquinho de pelúcia(intitulado Piggy) e tenho um CD que significa muito, e todas as vezes que o ouço me leva há anos atrás de total felicidade, de uma pessoa muito especial para mim, Neil, que alias nunca encontrei alguém que me relacionasse tão bem intelectualmente e espiritualmente, ele sempre será uma forma de alma gémea(?) para mim. Nosso relacionamento transcende o nosso espírito, ainda nos comunicamos, e não falamos muito, temos vidas separadas, mas somos amigos, de alma. Engraçado, como a diversidade das pessoas me surpreende, e eu gosto de manter diferentes relacionamentos. Tenho aquele amigo que eu confidencio meus problemas, outro para as alegrias, e assim vai, e claro tem aquele amigo que e' completo, mas não gosto de classificar as pessoas colocando 'labels', mas eu amo amigos, de todas os tipos, dos mais conservadores ate' os mais rebeldes, e as vezes alguns nos surpreendem. Mas hoje bateu as saudades de alguns, você pode estranhar, mas tenho mais amigos do que amigas, mas minhas amigas são especiais. Saudades de Jonathan Porter, um canadense, que conheci aqui na Inglaterra, ele me escreveu uma carta linda e eu me lembro que sempre que ele telefonava dizia - Is there something I can do for you?, saudades do meu amigo que eu amo Fernando (MTV), saudades da Carol Roleira, saudades da Jordana e as horas que passávamos no telefone falando dos amores platónicos, saudades da Andrea, minha amiga-dinda-confidente, saudades do Marcelo Andreassa, saudades da Débora e do dia que passamos horas na fila da Galeria do Rock por causa do autografo do Angra, saudades da minha amiga mística Ana Karina, saudades da Cláudia e seu otimismo, saudades do Fernando (agora no Indrama), saudades de cada degrau das escadas da Casper Libero, saudades de cada tijolo do Colégio Nossa Senhora dos Remédios, saudades do Weber e do jeito que ele me protegeu saindo na balada no aniversario da Wendy, saudades da Michelle Jefinny de Canoas, saudades do meu super querido Rodrigo, e claro da família dele que eu amo muito dos bolos da mãe dele, do meu amigo Arthur. Mas hoje, meu carinho, vai para o Neil, pois estou ouvindo Lisa Loeb...&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/6525345951730754256-8376207293425565183?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8376207293425565183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=8376207293425565183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/8376207293425565183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/8376207293425565183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-song.html' title='Love Song'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLREJgPCpZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PXCieDpAgSU/s72-c/LisaLoeb_Tails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-3329144530429761103</id><published>2008-08-25T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:48:51.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It must have been love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLNf_ToNitI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_PPoSp5eJEc/s1600-h/273147417_ed6044d02d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238636332767349458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLNf_ToNitI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_PPoSp5eJEc/s200/273147417_ed6044d02d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLNedqm-DhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3HXR4D5QNcM/s1600-h/echeart28.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Tantos relacionamentos que poderiam dar certo, mas não deram, talvez por que isso seja destino e por mais que temos o livre-arbítrio, existem um poder transcendental que não podemos controlar, amores não resolvidos, amores platónicos, pessoas que passaram por sua vida que talvez faria a diferença se você os beijasse, pessoas que a vida fez questão de separar de nossa vida. Minha mente agora flutua em pensamentos, enquanto ouço &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colbie&lt;/span&gt; e Sara &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bareilles&lt;/span&gt; e assisto episódios de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Felicity&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dawson&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Creek&lt;/span&gt;. Eu aprendi que não podemos perder alguém que nunca tivemos. E e' certamente perigoso pular de relacionamentos, porque alem de cansativo, o que acontece que temos medo de nos enfrentarmos, e nos olharmos no espelho que reflecte a nossa alma. E o que acontece aqui, e' apenas uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;exteriorzacao&lt;/span&gt; de algo que esta acontecendo dentro de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nós&lt;/span&gt;. E certamente os problemas globais se você parar para pensar, e' a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;confusão&lt;/span&gt; de cada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;célula&lt;/span&gt; existente nesse universo. E não há diferença, os problemas humanos são os sintomas do que estamos sentindo... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;underneath&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6525345951730754256-3329144530429761103?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3329144530429761103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=3329144530429761103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/3329144530429761103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/3329144530429761103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-must-have-been-love.html' title='It must have been love'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLNf_ToNitI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_PPoSp5eJEc/s72-c/273147417_ed6044d02d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-8899962969856352577</id><published>2008-08-25T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:39:16.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unravelling the Turmoil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLLgIPCuFCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/A1hCWeUsvsU/s1600-h/felbenkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238495748666823714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLLgIPCuFCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/A1hCWeUsvsU/s200/felbenkiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tentativas, algumas falhas, de minha parte para desenredar o tumulto que estou vivenciando, um turbilhão de sentimentos, todos misturados. Estou confusa, mas esse medo, essa confusão me ajuda, me impulsiona. Ultimamente tenho conversado com meus amigos de infância, são poucos, porque alguns se perderam nesse mundo, digo, prosseguiram com a vida deles, e ate posso ouvir aquela musica do Barão Vermelho - Meus bons amigos - tocando de fundo. Mas enfim, eles tem me ajudado a redescobrir minha essência. E tem me feito fazer uma viagem mental ao passado. Sabe aquela pessoa que você ama, incondicionalmente, essa pessoa pode ser sua mãe, pai, namorado, etc, mas essa mesma quer a mudar? Isso eu não chamo de amor, chamo de controle. Uma versão de violência subtil. Quando você convive com pessoas violentas, tanto agressivamente como verbalmente, você aprende a identificar o comportamento pelo olhar, pela palavra. E tentar mudar quem você e' e remodela-la conforme aos padrões de que outro acha que 'e perfeito, para mim, e' uma agressão explicita. E eu não vou permitir que isso que se repita comigo. Tem sido 26 anos, que tenho passado por isso, e ainda não me acostumei, na vida, temos que fazer nossas escolhas, por mais erradas, e certas que elas possam ser, são nossas escolhas, e eu completamente abomino pessoas que dizem - Estou apenas fazendo isso para protege-la, ou, Se você se dar mal não venha dizer que não avisei. Você arrisca, e não e' sua responsabilidade sua ou de ninguém se algo não sair como previsto, a culpa e' o pior sentimento, e essa e' a arma que muitas das pessoas usam. E quando você ama alguém, sem condicoes, você não se importa, você vai estar la para enxugar as lágrimas, dar seu ombro para chorar, e não julga-la e sim ampara-la emocionalmente. E acima de tudo, precisamos nos perdoar, sempre. E pegar os pedaços, da melhor maneira que podemos, seguir em frente. E acredite, as menores decisões são as que mudam a nossa vida, e por mais que você tente agradar a todos com suas decisões, isso nunca será possível, infelizmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6525345951730754256-8899962969856352577?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8899962969856352577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=8899962969856352577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/8899962969856352577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/8899962969856352577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2008/08/unravelling-turmoil.html' title='Unravelling the Turmoil'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLLgIPCuFCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/A1hCWeUsvsU/s72-c/felbenkiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-3447546010463187524</id><published>2008-08-25T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T05:29:47.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An infatuation junkie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLKlsNW_qKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/V4gkwtd3_pM/s1600-h/416_pacey_joey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238431495504242850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLKlsNW_qKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/V4gkwtd3_pM/s200/416_pacey_joey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meus pensamentos divagam entre os sabores do relacionamento, pois acredito que os relacionamentos vêem em vários sabores - doce, acido, amargo, salgado, cremoso, acreditem meus queridos, ate sabor tutti-frutti pode se achar no mercado hoje em dia. As vezes penso, que os relacionamentos se banalizaram um pouco, com a globalização e o caos na sociedade humana, as pessoas tem dedicado pouco tempo a si próprias, e consequentemente perderam aquele toque magico. Experiência própria. Visualize o começo de um relacionamento, olhe para aquele casal fofo de adolescentes, são flores, cartinhas, sorrisos (giggles), apelidos infantis, banho de chuva e então você começa a crescer, enfrentar problemas, dificuldades, responsabilidades, e vem o relacionamento casual, o que eu gosto de chamar de rapidinho, a urgência dos corpos, aquela pegada mais forte, aqueles beijos que são intermináveis e APAIXONADOS, me questiono, por que não mesclamos e tiramos o melhor de cada tipo de relacionamento e transformamos em um, único e perfeito? Talvez porque perfeição não exista, e pessoas são falhas a cometer erros e esses mesmos, desgastam o relacionamento e acabam com a magia, com o encanto. Mas existem mesmo culpados para que um relacionamento não dar certo? Eu, talvez, como feminista, culparia os homens, mas não seria justo e nem tão pouco real. Mas uma vez minha mãe disse uma coisa que guardei comigo, os relacionamentos não acabam por falta de amor, não pelo contrario, e sim pela falta de dedicação, pelo desprezo mutuo, pela velocidade em que a vida corre, pelo os que eles chamam de sentar e 'discutir a relação', pela falta de NAMORAR. Se você olhar para trás, o que os adolescentes fazem? NAMORAM apenas, e isso e' suficiente. mas infelizmente pela nossa realidade ser tão brusca, não permitimos que isso aconteça. Porém, HOMENS, ouçam suas mulheres, esposas, amantes, namoradas, amigas, parceiras, por favor, as cortejem, fale sobre os sentimentos, não tenha medo, ame descaradamente e aprendam que não somos psicoticas-obsessivas, apenas nos importamos, queremos saber se vocês estão bem, por isso não custa telefonar, e não encare isso como pegacao de pé, e sim como amor, e não desprezo. Claro, há muitas loucas soltas por ai, não eu, tenho o espírito livre e quero viver a vida intensamente sem cobranças, mas com a certeza de que sou especial o suficiente para alguém que me entenda espiritualmente, sexualmente, etc. E MULHERES, surpreendam seus homens, maridos, amantes, namorados, amigos, parceiros, seja única! Pois o que precisamos nesse mundo e' amor e relacionamentos felizes.&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/6525345951730754256-3447546010463187524?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3447546010463187524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=3447546010463187524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/3447546010463187524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/3447546010463187524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2008/08/infatuation-junkie.html' title='An infatuation junkie'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLKlsNW_qKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/V4gkwtd3_pM/s72-c/416_pacey_joey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-7334606213081281032</id><published>2008-08-24T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:00:35.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One sweet love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu grande amigo, Fernando, dedico um pedacinho do meu blog `a você, que tem sido minha rocha, meu amigo, e que nunca esquecerei e dedico um grande espaço, dentro do meu coração, e em cada capitulo da minha vida, mas você faz parte de cada lembrança feliz. Obrigada amigo por tudo, amo você!&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/6525345951730754256-7334606213081281032?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7334606213081281032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=7334606213081281032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/7334606213081281032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/7334606213081281032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-sweet-love.html' title='One sweet love'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525345951730754256.post-4709800292160013946</id><published>2008-08-24T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:33:36.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flavors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLLs41wU1bI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7MdaJwLj5xw/s1600-h/m_68a6541ee4fba5110895655cf2186fad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238509777831908786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLLs41wU1bI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7MdaJwLj5xw/s200/m_68a6541ee4fba5110895655cf2186fad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu estava pensando, nesse dia nublado e chuvoso, onde o sol se esconde, nessa ilha tão distante sobre o encanto dos relacionamentos e se ainda existe algum encanto ainda. Eu me tornei tão cínica em relação a vida, e aos relacionamentos em geral. Hoje em dia seria difícil distinguir quem eu realmente sou, talvez eu seja mesmo quebra-cabeças. Bom, mas hoje comecei um blog, sobre as cronicas da vida, sobre reflexões do cotidiano, e sobre a minha ânsia de escrever novamente, e recomeçar em uma pagina em branco - um novo capitulo da minha vida, porque todos os dias Deus nos da um capitulo em branco para que preenchamos da maneira que desejamos e da maneira que a vida e os obstáculos vai nos levando. Talvez meu português esteja enferrujado, depois de tantos anos respirando a cultura anglo-saxónica ( e também absorvendo o sarcasmo inglês), e me perdoe se eu me perder um pouco...a vida e' assim mesmo nos perdemos, quem sabe um dia encontraremos algum sentido real da existência.&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/6525345951730754256-4709800292160013946?l=thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4709800292160013946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6525345951730754256&amp;postID=4709800292160013946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/4709800292160013946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6525345951730754256/posts/default/4709800292160013946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescriptbymlove.blogspot.com/2008/08/flavors.html' title='Flavors'/><author><name>mlove82</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03068251136349973058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLF6AWj70TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2vJWiaeMCQ/S220/img001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5EtRShQWO0/SLLs41wU1bI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7MdaJwLj5xw/s72-c/m_68a6541ee4fba5110895655cf2186fad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
