<?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-26130136</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:30:57.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Slayra...</title><subtitle type='html'>my fantastic blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-115445669764988949</id><published>2006-08-01T19:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:24:57.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sombra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/1143813450_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/400/1143813450_f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.O.S&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Alesq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é um pedido de socorro&lt;br /&gt;De alguém que já está quase no fundo do seu próprio poço&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que já chegou ao desespero total&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que sofre por indiferença&lt;br /&gt;Por falta de empatia&lt;br /&gt;Que já considera normal sua depressão&lt;br /&gt;E que já se acostumou com a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que carrega dentro de si&lt;br /&gt;Um imenso vazio&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que mora num mundinho escuro&lt;br /&gt;Onde só se vive mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Onde só se é possível viver de ilusões&lt;br /&gt;Para não enlouquecer&lt;br /&gt;Este é um pedido de socorro&lt;br /&gt;De alguém que está com a alma ferida&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que teve as asas cortadas&lt;br /&gt;De alguém que não sabe mais onde se segurar&lt;br /&gt;Para não cair num buraco&lt;br /&gt;De onde só se ouve gritos de dor&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que mal começou a viver&lt;br /&gt;E já se cansou da vida&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que precisa muito de alguém&lt;br /&gt;Este é um pedido de socorro&lt;br /&gt;De alguém que precisa de um abraço&lt;br /&gt;De um ombro e de uma alma amiga pra compartilhar os problemas&lt;br /&gt;De companhia nas horas de aflição&lt;br /&gt;Socorro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*prq te adoro sombra*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-115445669764988949?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/115445669764988949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/115445669764988949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/08/sombra.html' title='sombra'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-115369313212390124</id><published>2006-07-23T23:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:21:58.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>testes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suanota.cjb.net"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img75.photobucket.com/albums/v227/suanota/testes/rockeiro.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=tahoma size=1&gt;&lt;b&gt;## Qual é o seu estilo? ##&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suanota.cjb.net"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img75.photobucket.com/albums/v227/suanota/testes/0.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=tahoma size=1&gt;&lt;b&gt;## Qual o seu grau de insanidade? ##&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suanota.cjb.net"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img75.photobucket.com/albums/v227/suanota/testes/nenhum.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=tahoma size=1&gt;&lt;b&gt;## Qual é o seu estilo? ##&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suanota.cjb.net"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img75.photobucket.com/albums/v227/suanota/testes/deprimido.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=tahoma size=1&gt;&lt;b&gt;## Qual é o seu estilo? ##&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-115369313212390124?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/115369313212390124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/115369313212390124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/07/testes.html' title='testes'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-115351864192429036</id><published>2006-07-21T22:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T12:52:31.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Filosofia</title><content type='html'>Filosofia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um professor, diante da sua turma de filosofia, sem dizer uma palavra, &lt;br /&gt;pegou num frasco grande e vazio de maionese e começou a enchee-lo &lt;br /&gt;com bolas de golfe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seguir perguntou aos estudantes se o frasco estava cheio.&lt;br /&gt;Todos estiveram de acordo em dizer que sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O professor tomou entao uma caixa de fosforos e a vazou dentro do frasco de maionese. Os fosforos preencheram os espaços vazios entre as bolas de golfe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O professor voltou a perguntar aos alunos se o frasco estava cheio,&lt;br /&gt;e eles voltaram a responder que Sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo, o professor pegou uma caixa de areia e a vazou dentro do frasco.&lt;br /&gt;Obviamente que a areia encheu todos os espaços vazios e o Prof. questionou novamente se o frasco estava cheio.&lt;br /&gt;Os alunos responderam-lhe com um Sim retumbante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O professor em seguida adicionou duas chavenas de cafe ao conteudo do frasco&lt;br /&gt;e preencheu todos os espaços vazios entre a areia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os estudantes riram-se nesta ocasiao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando os risos terminaram, o professor comentou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Quero que percebam que este frasco e a vida.&lt;br /&gt;As bolas de golfe sao as coisas importantes, &lt;br /&gt;a familia, &lt;br /&gt;os filhos, &lt;br /&gt;a saude, &lt;br /&gt;a alegria, &lt;br /&gt;os amigos, &lt;br /&gt;as coisas que vos apaixonam. &lt;br /&gt;Sao coisas que mesmo que perdessemos tudo o resto, &lt;br /&gt;a nossa vida ainda estaria cheia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Os fósforos sao outras coisas importantes, &lt;br /&gt;como o trabalho, &lt;br /&gt;a casa, &lt;br /&gt;o carro&lt;br /&gt;etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A areia e tudo o resto, as pequenas coisas. &lt;br /&gt;Se primeiro colocamos a areia no frasco, nao havera espaço para os fosforos, &lt;br /&gt;nem para as bolas de golfe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo ocorre com a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Se gastamos todo o nosso tempo e energia nas coisas pequenas, nunca teremos &lt;br /&gt;lugar para as coisas que realmente sao importantes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presta atenção às coisas que realmente importam.&lt;br /&gt;Estabelece as tuas prioridades, &lt;br /&gt;e o resto e so areia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dos estudantes levantou a mao e perguntou: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Então e o que representa o café?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O professor sorriu e disse: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ainda bem que perguntas! Isso é só para lhes mostrar que por mais ocupada que a &lt;br /&gt;"vossa vida possa parecer, sempre há lugar para tomar um café com um amigo. ""&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-115351864192429036?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/115351864192429036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/115351864192429036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/07/filosofia.html' title='Filosofia'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-115350981523012942</id><published>2006-07-21T20:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T20:23:37.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>_Slayra_ Esta sou eu... Uma entre as perdidas... Aquela sem nome, sem um coracao como guia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/"&gt;_Slayra_ Esta sou eu... Uma entre as perdidas... Aquela sem nome, sem um coracao como guia...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saudaçoes! espero q nao tenham morrido de tedio sem o meu blog... ahah tava a brincar!&lt;br /&gt;tenho estado em vilamoura, portanto e complicadito actualizar o blog... mas eu tentei!&lt;br /&gt;novidades: 1ª-a musica dos korn continua ca, mas so ouvem se clicarem play... prq em 1º lugar agora esta no post anterior Stupid da Sarah Mclachlan....O videoclip e mt giro e a letra vale a pena...&lt;br /&gt;2ª- vou ver se consigo por o blog a aceitar comentarios...&lt;br /&gt;3ª ando a procura de concursos... se alguem conhecer, avisem por favor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de vos pedir um favor: se souberem onde e q posso arranjar um golden retriever (em portugal, se possivel), puro... avisem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***vou ver se comeco a escrever qalqer coisa de jeito...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-115350981523012942?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/115350981523012942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/115350981523012942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/07/slayra-esta-sou-eu-uma-entre-as.html' title='_Slayra_ Esta sou eu... Uma entre as perdidas... Aquela sem nome, sem um coracao como guia...'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-115349311707822071</id><published>2006-07-21T15:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T15:45:17.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid, Sarah Mclachlan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="lyrics" style="width:400;text-align:center;background-color:black"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elyrics.net/song/s/sarah-mcLachlan-lyrics.html" target="_blank" style="font-size:10px;font-family:tahoma;color:a9a9a9;font-weight:normal;text-decoration:none;"&gt;Sarah McLachlan Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;EMBED name="MediaPlayer" type="application/x-mplayer2" autostart="1" loop="false" style="filter:xray" displaysize="4" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/mediaplayer/en/download/" ShowTracker="1" ShowControls="1" ShowStatusBar="0" width="400" height="360" EnableContextMenu="0" src="http://www.videocure.com/music-video-code/s/8a609ba929ae65c7999ab19a0c0d3e6c.asx"&gt;&lt;/EMBED&gt;&lt;div id="vidcure" style="width:400;text-align:center;background-color:000000"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videocure.com/music-videos/s/2d77929614dec073a5b3e74f9de65fb2.html" target="_blank" style="font-size:10px;font-family:tahoma;color:a9a9a9;font-weight:normal;text-decoration:none;"&gt;Sarah McLachlan Music Video Codes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="vidcure1" style="width:400;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size:15px;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videocure.com" target="_blank"&gt;Music Video Codes&lt;/a&gt; by VideoCure.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night lift up the shades&lt;br /&gt;let in the brilliant light of morning&lt;br /&gt;but steady there now&lt;br /&gt;for I am weak and starving for mercy&lt;br /&gt;sleep has left me alone&lt;br /&gt;to carry the weight of unravelling where we went wrong&lt;br /&gt;it's all I can do to hang on&lt;br /&gt;to keep me from falling&lt;br /&gt;into old familiar shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how stupid could I be&lt;br /&gt;a simpleton could see&lt;br /&gt;that you're no good for me&lt;br /&gt;but you're the only one I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love has made me a fool&lt;br /&gt;it set me on fire and watched as I floundered&lt;br /&gt;unable to speak&lt;br /&gt;except to cry out and wait for your answer&lt;br /&gt;but you come around in your time&lt;br /&gt;speaking of fabulous places&lt;br /&gt;create an oasis&lt;br /&gt;dries up as soon as you're gone&lt;br /&gt;you leave me here burning&lt;br /&gt;in this desert without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything changes&lt;br /&gt;everything falls apart&lt;br /&gt;can't stop to feel myself losing control&lt;br /&gt;but deep in my senses I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/1134571189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/320/1134571189.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-115349311707822071?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/115349311707822071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/115349311707822071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/07/stupid-sarah-mclachlan.html' title='Stupid, Sarah Mclachlan'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-115237007096555758</id><published>2006-07-08T15:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T15:47:50.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise, Vanessa Carlton</title><content type='html'>opah, e assim... eu curto rock, mas vanessa carlton toca mt bem piano e eu nao resisto... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/1146345855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/320/1146345855.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradise - Vanessa Carlton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a year gone by&lt;br /&gt;she saw herself give in&lt;br /&gt;every time she closed her eyes&lt;br /&gt;she saw what could have been&lt;br /&gt;well nothing hurts and nothing bleeds&lt;br /&gt;when covers tucked in tight&lt;br /&gt;funny when the bottom drops&lt;br /&gt;how she forgets to fight... to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's one more day in paradise&lt;br /&gt;one more day in paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as darkness quickly steals the light&lt;br /&gt;that shined within her eyes&lt;br /&gt;she slowly swallows all her fear&lt;br /&gt;and soothes her mind with lies&lt;br /&gt;well all she wants and all she needs&lt;br /&gt;are reasons to survive&lt;br /&gt;a day in which the sun will take&lt;br /&gt;her artificial light... her light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's one more day in paradise&lt;br /&gt;one more day in paradise&lt;br /&gt;it's one more day in paradise&lt;br /&gt;one last chance to feel alright... alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't pretend to hold it in just let it out&lt;br /&gt;don't pretend to hold it in just push it out&lt;br /&gt;don't you try to hold it in just let it out and &lt;br /&gt;don't you try to hold it in you hold it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a year gone by&lt;br /&gt;she saw herself give in&lt;br /&gt;every time she closed her eyes&lt;br /&gt;she saw what could have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou po algarve..nao sei qando actualizo o blog.. *****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-115237007096555758?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/115237007096555758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/115237007096555758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/07/paradise-vanessa-carlton.html' title='Paradise, Vanessa Carlton'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-115194163852981283</id><published>2006-07-03T16:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T16:48:44.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os goticos sao</title><content type='html'>"Os goticos sao diferentes do restante da populaçao. As pessoas sao acostumadas a condenar quem nao e de acordo com suas regras. Consequentemente, umas saries de suposiçoes foram feitas e se criaram varios estereotipos. Vamos desmistificar alguns: &lt;br /&gt;- Nao sao satanicos;&lt;br /&gt;- Nao acreditam em vampiros;&lt;br /&gt;- Nao sao perigosos ou violentos;&lt;br /&gt;- Nao sao obcecados por assassinar;&lt;br /&gt;- Nem todos sao drogados;&lt;br /&gt;- So uma pequenissima minoria e gay;&lt;br /&gt;- Nao sao suicidas;&lt;br /&gt;- Nao sao sadomasoquistas;&lt;br /&gt;- Nem todos se vestem de preto;&lt;br /&gt;- Nem todos usam maquilhagem;&lt;br /&gt;- Nem todos usam tatuagens ou piercings;&lt;br /&gt;- Nem todos escutam somente musica obscura;&lt;br /&gt;- Trabalham, pagam impostos, nao sao vadios, tem carros e casas, e sao tao produtivos como a maioria da populaçao.&lt;br /&gt;- A maioria tem tendencia artistica, porem nem todos sao musicos compondo musica obscura, pintores pretensiosos, e escritores malucos. Alguns fazem essas coisas, claro, mas geralmente escrevem novelas, ensaios humoristicos, cozinham, exculpem, fotografam, dançam, fazem jogos, enfim, envolvem-se em outras atividades artisticas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Explicar o que e um gotico e muito dificil, pois existem diversas interpretaçoes, porem existe uma principal forma. Os goticos formam uma sub-cultura, estilo e forma de pensar unica. Os goticos tem uma visao muito obscura das coisas. Isso nao significa que necessariamente sejam pessoas perversas ou mal intencionadas, como muito pensam. Sao pessoas que vao mais alem das ideias e pensamentos convencionais, como a maioria das pessoas. Na Biblia esta escrito, que quanto mais sabio e um homem, mais ele sofre. Os goticos adquiriram uma filosofia pessimista e fatalista ao que se refere o mundo e seus habitantes, e nao devem ser culpados por isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Geralmente um gotico e um artista de alma e coraçao. As artes formam uma boa parte de sua vida na maioria, pelo menos. Essa fascinaçao pela arte se manifesta em nada menos que na musica e na literatura. Entre os autores classicos, preferidos pelos goticos estao Dante, Byron, Tostoy e Edgar Allan Poe. Como podem notar, um gotico e uma pessoa consideravelmente culta, em relaçao as demais. Eles tambem amam a historia, entre ela a Victoriana e a Eduardiana. Tambem costumam discutir as religioes e suas evoluçoes e lugar na sociedade moderna. A musica gotica trata em geral de temas como a reflexao, contrastando com a maldade caudada pela sociedade, o racismo, as guerras e a discriminaçao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A cultura gotica moderna pode ser considerada tambem uma mescla entre os hippies dos anos 60 e os punks do final dos anos 70. Bom, mais ou menos. O gotico e pacifico como um hippie, porem tambem xinga sua mae e o mundo como um punk. A cultura gótica e derivada da cultura punk, porem, isso aconteceu mais tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    E obvio que existem muitos pseudo-goticos muito superficiais, artificiais e pateticos. Nao conhecem o idealismo, nao tem ideia do que significa ser um gotico. Esses sao os famosos posers. A maioria dessas pessoas sao geralmente adolescentes que buscam chamar a atençao, para se sentirem especiais ou temidos. Logo depois que crescerem provavelmente esquecerao tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   No entanto, os goticos sao geralmente intolerantes e excluem de seu meio as pessoas que eles nao se sentem mais a vontade (algo como noventa e tantos por cento da populaçao mundial). Geralmente ajudam os que precisam, sem se importam com que tipo de pessoa seja, porem um gotico se comporta de uma forma cortante as vezes. Eles se fecham dentro de um circulo de pessoas que se identifique com eles. Naturalmente sentem um grande desprezo pelos posers que querem explorar apenas sua imagem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           (Retirado de: www.rodolfo_lee.zip.net&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Obrigada Rodolfo!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-115194163852981283?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/feeds/115194163852981283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26130136&amp;postID=115194163852981283' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/115194163852981283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-115140579039865243</id><published>2006-06-27T11:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T12:25:23.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>femininista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://theexcalibur.cjb.net"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/mauqfp.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-115140579039865243?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/115140579039865243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/115140579039865243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/06/femininista.html' title='femininista'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-115114052207854020</id><published>2006-06-24T09:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T10:15:22.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>so sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/1142386491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/320/1142386491.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em tanto tempo, &lt;br /&gt;amei-t &lt;br /&gt;adorei-t...&lt;br /&gt;eu qeria-t... tanto!&lt;br /&gt;fomos felizes,&lt;br /&gt;vivemos bem.&lt;br /&gt;com um ou  outro obstaculo, &lt;br /&gt;ultrapassamos tudo!&lt;br /&gt;foi bom...&lt;br /&gt;foi melhor do qe imaginamos...&lt;br /&gt;mas aos poucos algo mudou...&lt;br /&gt;a sensaçao n era a mesma, &lt;br /&gt;o amor acalmou,&lt;br /&gt;e tudo acabou...&lt;br /&gt;para o bem ou para o mal,&lt;br /&gt;ficamos distantes...&lt;br /&gt;muito distantes, &lt;br /&gt;mas eternamente ligados...&lt;br /&gt;n me tires essa certeza!&lt;br /&gt;n se me qiseres salvar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.damasdepreto.kit.net"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.damasdepreto.oi.com.br/emo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-115114052207854020?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/115114052207854020'/><link rel='self' 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Undone dos KORN)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-115092966702769865?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/115092966702769865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/115092966702769865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/06/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-114986723657562156</id><published>2006-06-09T16:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T23:41:57.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable    de Kaci Brown</title><content type='html'>"Unbelievable"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wish you didnt love me&lt;br /&gt;I wish youd make this easy&lt;br /&gt;It was love that caught me&lt;br /&gt;Now it's fear that keeps me with you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be by your side&lt;br /&gt;So I can close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;To the growing emptiness inside that kills me&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;You try to break me Try to hate me&lt;br /&gt;So you can fall out of love&lt;br /&gt;You want to make me believe that I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;That I'm nothing with out you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unbelievable but I believed you&lt;br /&gt;Unforgivable but I forgave you&lt;br /&gt;Insane what love can do&lt;br /&gt;That keeps me coming back to you&lt;br /&gt;You're irreplaceable but I'll replace you&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm standing on my own&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you in my shadow&lt;br /&gt;My heart feels cold and hollow&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I run I see&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes always follow me&lt;br /&gt;You try to hold me&lt;br /&gt;Try to own me&lt;br /&gt;Keeping something that's not yours&lt;br /&gt;You want to make me&lt;br /&gt;Believe that I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;Make me think that you're the cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unbelievable but I believed you&lt;br /&gt;Unforgivable but I forgave you&lt;br /&gt;Insane what love can do&lt;br /&gt;That keeps me coming back to you&lt;br /&gt;You're irreplaceable but I'll replace you&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm standing on my own&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still haunting me&lt;br /&gt;In my sleep&lt;br /&gt;You're all I see&lt;br /&gt;But I can't go back&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;For us to go on&lt;br /&gt;And I'm growing strong&lt;br /&gt;To confront my fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unbelievable but I believed you&lt;br /&gt;Unforgivable but I forgave you&lt;br /&gt;Insane what love can do&lt;br /&gt;That keeps me coming back to you&lt;br /&gt;You're irreplaceable but I'll replace you&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm standing on my own&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-114986723657562156?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114986723657562156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114986723657562156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/06/unbelievable-de-kaci-brown.html' title='Unbelievable    de Kaci Brown'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-114909383941482163</id><published>2006-05-31T17:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:55:22.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>chorar...</title><content type='html'>chorar e deixar o coracao falar livremente &lt;br /&gt;tudo aqilo q a boca &lt;br /&gt;se recusa a dizer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.damasdepreto.kit.net"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.damasdepreto.oi.com.br/pos5.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorar e descarregar &lt;br /&gt;a dor, &lt;br /&gt;a frustracao,&lt;br /&gt;a raiva,&lt;br /&gt;a saudade,&lt;br /&gt;a recusa,&lt;br /&gt;a solidao,&lt;br /&gt;a necessidade de ter alguem &lt;br /&gt;que chore connosco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qem chora e feliz,&lt;br /&gt;qem chora e humano,&lt;br /&gt;qem chora mostra a alma,&lt;br /&gt;os seus sentimentos mais escondidos &lt;br /&gt;e privados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorar por vezes e inevitavel,&lt;br /&gt;vem a vontade sem explicacao...&lt;br /&gt;por vezes sabe bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n tenhas medo &lt;br /&gt;de me deixar chorar!&lt;br /&gt;se me ves chorar &lt;br /&gt;e porque confio em ti...&lt;br /&gt;o teu peito &lt;br /&gt;e o meu porto de abrigo &lt;br /&gt;e consolo...&lt;br /&gt;obrigada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-114909383941482163?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114909383941482163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Somewhere - Within Temptation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the darkness, hoping for a sign.&lt;br /&gt;Instead there is only silence,&lt;br /&gt;can't you hear my screams?&lt;br /&gt;Never stop hoping,&lt;br /&gt;Need to know where you are,&lt;br /&gt;but one thing is for sure,&lt;br /&gt;you're always in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find you somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep on trying until my dying day.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to know whatever has happened,&lt;br /&gt;the truth will free my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in darkness, try to find your way home.&lt;br /&gt;I want to embrace you and never let go.&lt;br /&gt;Almost hope you're in heaven &lt;br /&gt;so no one can hurt your soul.&lt;br /&gt;Living in agony cause I just do not know&lt;br /&gt;where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find you somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;I'lll keep on trying until my dying day.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to know whatever has happened,&lt;br /&gt;the truth will free my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are, I won't stop searching.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is takes, I need to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-114872335660144159?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114872335660144159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114872335660144159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/05/somewhere-within-temptation.html' title='Somewhere - Within Temptation'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-114872214320225553</id><published>2006-05-27T10:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T10:32:07.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>World Of Make Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/angel_moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/400/angel_moon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Of Make Believe - Within Temptation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On golden wings&lt;br /&gt;She flies at night&lt;br /&gt;With her dress&lt;br /&gt;It's bliding white&lt;br /&gt;Countless diamonds&lt;br /&gt;And her long blonde hair&lt;br /&gt;The queen is coming&lt;br /&gt;So you better be aware&lt;br /&gt;Her plums and flowers&lt;br /&gt;They're never the same&lt;br /&gt;Blue and silver&lt;br /&gt;It's all her game&lt;br /&gt;Flying dragons&lt;br /&gt;And enchanted woods&lt;br /&gt;She decides, she creates&lt;br /&gt;It's her reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her world of dreams and make believe&lt;br /&gt;She reigns forever&lt;br /&gt;With all her glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unicorns appear in her sight&lt;br /&gt;The fireflies lead her trough these woods at night&lt;br /&gt;In search of the legendary amulet&lt;br /&gt;And it's secret&lt;br /&gt;In the big oak there is a door&lt;br /&gt;Which will lead her&lt;br /&gt;To the wizard shore&lt;br /&gt;And she'll ask him&lt;br /&gt;For the wind to sail her home&lt;br /&gt;To teh world she belongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her world of dreams and make believe&lt;br /&gt;She reigns forever&lt;br /&gt;With all her glory&lt;br /&gt;In this worlds of endless fantasy&lt;br /&gt;She makes it happen&lt;br /&gt;It's her reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her world of dreams and make believe&lt;br /&gt;She reigns forever&lt;br /&gt;With all her glory&lt;br /&gt;In this worlds of endless fantasy&lt;br /&gt;She makes it happen&lt;br /&gt;It's her reality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-114872214320225553?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/feeds/114872214320225553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26130136&amp;postID=114872214320225553' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114872214320225553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114872214320225553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/05/world-of-make-believe.html' title='World Of Make Believe'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-114872028998492970</id><published>2006-05-27T09:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T10:32:35.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dangerous Mind - Within Temptation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/f%3F%3Fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/400/f%3F%3Fe.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dangerous Mind - Within Temptation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for an answer &lt;br /&gt;cause something is not right.&lt;br /&gt;I follow the signes,&lt;br /&gt;I'm close to the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear that soon you'll reveal&lt;br /&gt;your dangerous mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in your eyes, what's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;I fear your smile and the promise inside.&lt;br /&gt;It's in your eyes, what's on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;I fear your presence, I'm frozen inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for answers&lt;br /&gt;not questioned before.&lt;br /&gt;The curse of awareness,&lt;br /&gt;there's no peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;As your true colours show&lt;br /&gt;a dangerous sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's on your eyes, what's on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;I see the truth that you've buried inside.&lt;br /&gt;It's on your eyes, what's on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;There is no mercy just anger I find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have know, while I still have time.&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to run, or hide away from you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-114872028998492970?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114872028998492970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114872028998492970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/05/dangerous-mind-within-temptation.html' title='A Dangerous Mind - Within Temptation'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-114868277999221729</id><published>2006-05-26T23:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T10:35:04.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Candles - Within Temptation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/Angeles_del_Ciel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/400/Angeles_del_Ciel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candles - Within Temptation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take away,&lt;br /&gt;these hands of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Now, the cold wind&lt;br /&gt;blows out my candles.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling,&lt;br /&gt;only fear,&lt;br /&gt;without any houpe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand dark moons.&lt;br /&gt;A thousand winters long.&lt;br /&gt;A million fallen stars,&lt;br /&gt;the candles burn in the womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We trie not to forget,&lt;br /&gt;they live through us.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly they die away at every candle's end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand dark moons.&lt;br /&gt;A thousand winters long.&lt;br /&gt;A million fallen star,&lt;br /&gt;the candle burns in the womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We trie not to forget,&lt;br /&gt;they live through us.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly they die away at every candle's end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-114868277999221729?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114868277999221729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114868277999221729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/05/candles-within-temptation.html' title='Candles - Within Temptation'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-114825004862743937</id><published>2006-05-21T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:20:48.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/eu%20loriga%20III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/400/eu%20loriga%20III.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es nova,&lt;br /&gt;es mais velha,&lt;br /&gt;mais vivida,&lt;br /&gt;mais experiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es uma boa amiga,&lt;br /&gt;do mesmo sangue,&lt;br /&gt;es forte,&lt;br /&gt;es leal,&lt;br /&gt;es a minha heroina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de anos as turras,&lt;br /&gt;entendemo-nos.&lt;br /&gt;E ainda bem &lt;br /&gt;porque nao sei como seria sem ti.&lt;br /&gt;Nao sei quem me guiaria &lt;br /&gt;nos momentos dificeis.&lt;br /&gt;Quem me diria&lt;br /&gt;"mas esse gajo e estupido, &lt;br /&gt;ou e so impressao minha?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por tudo prima!&lt;br /&gt;Sei que me desejas o melhor,&lt;br /&gt;o sentimento e reciproco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(em especial para a minha priminha mais velha! adoro.t maluca!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-114825004862743937?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114825004862743937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114825004862743937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/05/heroina.html' title='Heroina'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-114824914940127721</id><published>2006-05-21T22:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:05:49.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O que sobrou de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/400/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando me deixaste,&lt;br /&gt;afundei-me.&lt;br /&gt;Afundei-me na solidao,&lt;br /&gt;mas nao perdi o equilibrio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando me fizeste prometer &lt;br /&gt;que seria forte,&lt;br /&gt;salvaste-me.&lt;br /&gt;Salvaste-me da profunda escuridao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A principio nao percebi,&lt;br /&gt;deixei-me ir,&lt;br /&gt;fui tao egoista &lt;br /&gt;ao pensar como...&lt;br /&gt;Como seria eu sem ti?&lt;br /&gt;Como viveria separada de ti?&lt;br /&gt;Como ficarias tu sem mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas obrigada!&lt;br /&gt;A promessa de forca &lt;br /&gt;falou mais alto,&lt;br /&gt;fez-me confiar sem perceber,&lt;br /&gt;aguardar e esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabia que tinha que ter forca&lt;br /&gt;para te dar o que precisavas&lt;br /&gt;(uma certeza)&lt;br /&gt;mas eu tambem precisava de forca.&lt;br /&gt;Fui busca-la a tua alma,&lt;br /&gt;ao teu amor,&lt;br /&gt;a esperanca que espalhas &lt;br /&gt;ao respirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A separacao,&lt;br /&gt;o espaco entre nos,&lt;br /&gt;o ar que passava...&lt;br /&gt;tudo doia,&lt;br /&gt;tudo ardia&lt;br /&gt;naquela ferida aberta &lt;br /&gt;e recente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiraste-me da solidao,&lt;br /&gt;da escuridao&lt;br /&gt;e tornaste-me o mais feliz dos seres!&lt;br /&gt;Se tambem feliz,&lt;br /&gt;e que a forca esteja contigo,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto eu estiver ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;e depois...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-114824914940127721?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114824914940127721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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my company &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His more than a man &lt;br /&gt;and this is more than love &lt;br /&gt;the reason that this guy is blue &lt;br /&gt;the clouds are rolling in &lt;br /&gt;because I'm gone again &lt;br /&gt;and to him I just can't be true &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I know that he knows I'm unfaithful &lt;br /&gt;and it kills him inside &lt;br /&gt;to know that I am happy with some other guy &lt;br /&gt;I can see him dying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why &lt;br /&gt;Everytime I walk out the door &lt;br /&gt;I see him die a little more inside &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hurt him anymore &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna take away his life &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be... &lt;br /&gt;a murderer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it in the air &lt;br /&gt;as I'm doing my hair &lt;br /&gt;preparing for another day &lt;br /&gt;A kiss up on my cheek &lt;br /&gt;He's here reluctantly &lt;br /&gt;as if I'm gonna be out late &lt;br /&gt;I say I won't be long &lt;br /&gt;Just hanging with the girls &lt;br /&gt;A liar didn't have to tell &lt;br /&gt;Because we both know &lt;br /&gt;where I'm about to go &lt;br /&gt;and we know it very well &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I know that he knows I'm unfaithful &lt;br /&gt;and it kills him inside &lt;br /&gt;to know that I am happy with some other guy &lt;br /&gt;I can see him dying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why &lt;br /&gt;Everytime I walk out the door &lt;br /&gt;I see him die a little more inside &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hurt him anymore &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna take away his life &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be... &lt;br /&gt;a murderer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His trust &lt;br /&gt;I might as well take a gun and put it to his head &lt;br /&gt;Get it over with &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this &lt;br /&gt;Anymore (anymore) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why &lt;br /&gt;Everytime I walk out the door &lt;br /&gt;I see him die a little more inside &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hurt him anymore &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna take away his life &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be... &lt;br /&gt;a murderer (a murderer) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-114808257745386665?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114808257745386665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114808257745386665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/05/unfaithful-de-rihanna.html' title='Unfaithful    de Rihanna'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-114736762909064191</id><published>2006-05-11T18:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T18:17:46.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'>deixei.t ir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/violet.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/400/violet.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era ja noite escura,&lt;br /&gt;da janela via as estrelas brilharem, &lt;br /&gt;a luz da lua entrava pela janela,&lt;br /&gt;iluminava o quarto &lt;br /&gt;onde eu via a minha vida &lt;br /&gt;passar-me a frente.&lt;br /&gt;Todos aqueles abracos,&lt;br /&gt;risos, suspiros, &lt;br /&gt;desejos...&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles momentos que passamos juntos,&lt;br /&gt;aqueles passeios,&lt;br /&gt;viagens, telefonemas...&lt;br /&gt;Nao esquecerei.&lt;br /&gt;Tive-te, adorei-te &lt;br /&gt;e deixei-te ir!&lt;br /&gt;Deixei-te escapar pelos dedos&lt;br /&gt;tal como a areia da praia,&lt;br /&gt;a agua do mar.&lt;br /&gt;Arrependo-me.&lt;br /&gt;Tento encontrar a solucao,&lt;br /&gt;mas nao chego a nenhuma conclusao.&lt;br /&gt;Choro, &lt;br /&gt;nao so de saudade...&lt;br /&gt;Choro porque temo.&lt;br /&gt;Temo nao te ter de volta,&lt;br /&gt;temo ter-te perdido.&lt;br /&gt;Cai nas trevas, &lt;br /&gt;na escuridao propria da saudade.&lt;br /&gt;A esperanca desapareceu...&lt;br /&gt;Nao a vejo... &lt;br /&gt;Onde esta?&lt;br /&gt;Porque nao a trazes de volta a mim?&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles momentos de felicidade &lt;br /&gt;que nao soube aproveitar,&lt;br /&gt;que nao reconheci,&lt;br /&gt;aos quais nao dei o devido valor,&lt;br /&gt;sao agora a unica brecha de luz&lt;br /&gt;no meio da escuridao.&lt;br /&gt;Volta para mim...&lt;br /&gt;Volta antes que enlouqueca,&lt;br /&gt;Antes que estas trevas malditas &lt;br /&gt;me abracem com todas as suas forcas&lt;br /&gt;e nao haja retorno possivel!&lt;br /&gt;Volta e traras a luz, &lt;br /&gt;a esperanca, a felicidade! &lt;br /&gt;A prapria vida vira contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Volta,&lt;br /&gt;mas para nao mais partires!&lt;br /&gt;Era ja noite escura,&lt;br /&gt;da janela via as estrelas brilharem, &lt;br /&gt;a luz da lua entrava pela janela,&lt;br /&gt;iluminava o quarto &lt;br /&gt;onde eu via a minha vida &lt;br /&gt;passar-me a frente.&lt;br /&gt;Todos aqueles abracos,&lt;br /&gt;risos, suspiros, &lt;br /&gt;desejos...&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles momentos que passamos juntos,&lt;br /&gt;aqueles passeios,&lt;br /&gt;viagens, telefonemas...&lt;br /&gt;Nao esquecerei facilmente.&lt;br /&gt;Tive-te, adorei-te &lt;br /&gt;e deixei-te ir!&lt;br /&gt;Deixei-te escapar pelos dedos&lt;br /&gt;tal como a areia da praia,&lt;br /&gt;a agua do mar.&lt;br /&gt;Arrependo-me.&lt;br /&gt;Tento encontrar a solucao,&lt;br /&gt;mas nao chego a nenhuma conclusao.&lt;br /&gt;Choro, &lt;br /&gt;nao so de saudade...&lt;br /&gt;Choro porque temo.&lt;br /&gt;Temo nao te ter de volta,&lt;br /&gt;temo ter-te perdido.&lt;br /&gt;Cai nas trevas, &lt;br /&gt;na escuridao propria da saudade.&lt;br /&gt;A esperanca desapareceu...&lt;br /&gt;Nao a vejo... &lt;br /&gt;Onde esta?&lt;br /&gt;Porque nao a trazes de volta a mim?&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles momentos de felicidade &lt;br /&gt;que nao soube aproveitar,&lt;br /&gt;que nao reconheci,&lt;br /&gt;aos quais nao dei o devido valor,&lt;br /&gt;sao agora a unica brecha de luz&lt;br /&gt;no meio da escuridao.&lt;br /&gt;Volta para mim...&lt;br /&gt;Volta antes que enlouqueca,&lt;br /&gt;Antes que estas trevas malditas &lt;br /&gt;me abracem com todas as suas forcas&lt;br /&gt;e nao haja retorno possivel!&lt;br /&gt;Volta e traras a luz, &lt;br /&gt;a esperanca, a felicidade! &lt;br /&gt;A propria vida vira contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Volta,&lt;br /&gt;mas para nao mais partires!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-114736762909064191?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114736762909064191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114736762909064191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/05/deixeit-ir.html' title='deixei.t ir'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-114690871255461633</id><published>2006-05-06T10:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T10:45:13.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>n sei se aguento mt +</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/1144596287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/400/1144596287.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-114690871255461633?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114690871255461633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114690871255461633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/05/n-sei-se-aguento-mt.html' title='n sei se aguento mt +'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-114642728768693657</id><published>2006-04-30T20:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T21:03:06.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>aprender... ainda falta mt, para tudo saber...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/1107800810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/400/1107800810.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aprender... ainda falta mt para tudo saber....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing more to say... *frozen kisses*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-114642728768693657?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114642728768693657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114642728768693657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/04/aprender-ainda-falta-mt-para-tudo.html' title='aprender... ainda falta mt, para tudo saber...'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-114642478853125099</id><published>2006-04-30T20:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:19:48.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/1141696794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/400/1141696794.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;era eu uma rapariga triste,&lt;br /&gt;vivia sozinha!&lt;br /&gt;vivia em sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;sonhava contigo!&lt;br /&gt;sonhava com o teu amor...&lt;br /&gt;mas isso e passado!&lt;br /&gt;felizmente, e so passado!&lt;br /&gt;sim... porque hoje, &lt;br /&gt;no presente ja nao preciso de sonhos &lt;br /&gt;nem de ilusoes....&lt;br /&gt;hoje... &lt;br /&gt;tenho.t em carne e osso!&lt;br /&gt;e muito sinceramente...&lt;br /&gt;estou a adorar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-114642478853125099?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114642478853125099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114642478853125099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/04/light.html' title='light'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-114634268600275901</id><published>2006-04-29T21:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:44:32.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>**someone who loves you**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/1108863984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/400/1108863984.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qem sou eu?&lt;br /&gt;sou alguem que te ama...&lt;br /&gt;n te esqecas disso!&lt;br /&gt;sou alguem que te quer...&lt;br /&gt;n deixes que isso te passe ao lado!&lt;br /&gt;sou alguem que te adora!&lt;br /&gt;precisas de mais provas?&lt;br /&gt;sou alguem que te deseja o melhor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-114634268600275901?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114634268600275901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114634268600275901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/04/someone-who-loves-you.html' title='**someone who loves you**'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-114617774777030721</id><published>2006-04-27T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:46:08.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ultimo apelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/400/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N lutes contra a tempestade&lt;br /&gt;quando o teu coracao te diz&lt;br /&gt;para te deixares levar &lt;br /&gt;pela chuva e pelo vento!&lt;br /&gt;e porque n?... &lt;br /&gt;n e o amor a tempestade q agita a vida?&lt;br /&gt;n e o amor o sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;a forca que faz o mundo girar?&lt;br /&gt;n sera isso mesmo q desejas?&lt;br /&gt;q te leve,&lt;br /&gt;t faca voar&lt;br /&gt;para fora desde peqeno mundo?&lt;br /&gt;faz.m sentir q vale a pena viver!&lt;br /&gt;faz.m sentir uma nova esperanca, &lt;br /&gt;pois toda aqela q tinha&lt;br /&gt;escapou.m pelos dedos &lt;br /&gt;qando julguei que n te teria!&lt;br /&gt;amas.m,&lt;br /&gt;eu sei...&lt;br /&gt;o sentimento e reciproco!&lt;br /&gt;sussurra.m vezes sem conta&lt;br /&gt;essa declaracao de amor,&lt;br /&gt;pura e verdadeira...&lt;br /&gt;essa declaracao que sem &lt;br /&gt;nunca a ter ouvido,&lt;br /&gt;ja a sabia de cor, &lt;br /&gt;pois ja a sentia!&lt;br /&gt;sinto as tuas emocoes, &lt;br /&gt;as tuas sensacoes...&lt;br /&gt;desespero com os teus medos&lt;br /&gt;entristeco com as tuas desventuras...&lt;br /&gt;n me facas chorar, &lt;br /&gt;s o motivo n for alegria ou alivio!&lt;br /&gt;n me abandones &lt;br /&gt;pois o erro seria tremendo &lt;br /&gt;e irreparavel!&lt;br /&gt;gracas a ti destrui as muralhas &lt;br /&gt;q a muito custo levantei&lt;br /&gt;em volta do meu peito&lt;br /&gt;ao jurar nunca mais amar!&lt;br /&gt;n me facas ergue-las &lt;br /&gt;se n sentires q as podes derrubar...&lt;br /&gt;n me facas chorar...&lt;br /&gt;faz.m sonhar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-114617774777030721?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114617774777030721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114617774777030721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/04/ultimo-apelo.html' title='ultimo apelo'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-114565441455176526</id><published>2006-04-21T22:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T22:23:34.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>comentarios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/elfa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/400/elfa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello! desta vez n vou escrever nada d especial... nem poemas, nem conficoes, nem letras.... e so pa avisar q qem qiser comentar e so licar no link do meu mail, na area do perfil... n sei porq, esta merda n deixa comentar! se souberem porq, avisem por favor... pa qem n encontrar o link, o meu mail e: catarina_f4_@hotmail.com...&lt;br /&gt;**kisses**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-114565441455176526?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114565441455176526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114565441455176526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/04/comentarios.html' title='comentarios'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-114565408764969689</id><published>2006-04-21T21:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T22:14:47.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>vivo (uma merdah!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/sfera.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/400/sfera.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao deixo escapar o momento&lt;br /&gt;Vivo a vida como posso&lt;br /&gt;vivo como me permitem...&lt;br /&gt;Vivo feliz comigo mesma&lt;br /&gt;pois sei que nada sei, &lt;br /&gt;sabendo ainda que sei &lt;br /&gt;o que preciso de saber...&lt;br /&gt;Vivo a vida &lt;br /&gt;a teu lado,&lt;br /&gt;contigo,&lt;br /&gt;para ti,&lt;br /&gt;para mim...&lt;br /&gt;Vejo em nos um futuro..&lt;br /&gt;uma bençao..&lt;br /&gt;um amor encorajado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-114565408764969689?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114565408764969689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114565408764969689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/04/vivo-uma-merdah.html' title='vivo (uma merdah!)'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-114514020209989806</id><published>2006-04-15T23:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:47:51.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>See it in a boy's eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/elfo.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/320/elfo.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it rains, well it rains&lt;br /&gt;Oh my heart don't feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Nothing change, nothing change&lt;br /&gt;Comrade I don't feel the same&lt;br /&gt;With my foot to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Hear my key turn in the door&lt;br /&gt;Holding back what's in store&lt;br /&gt;When a girl wants a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a girl like me to do&lt;br /&gt;When she don't get a thing from you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go where you're going to&lt;br /&gt;Have to do what you have to do&lt;br /&gt;What's a girl supposed to try&lt;br /&gt;When all you do is criticise&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon you'll realise&lt;br /&gt;I can see it, I can see it in a boy's eyes&lt;br /&gt;see it in a boy's, see it in a boy's eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it rains, when it rains&lt;br /&gt;Oh my heart don't feel the same&lt;br /&gt;There's a sun in my sky&lt;br /&gt;You don't see it, you don't even try&lt;br /&gt;But you'll die, before you cry&lt;br /&gt;Solitude is where you fly&lt;br /&gt;You don't say this ain't right&lt;br /&gt;But I see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a girl like me to do&lt;br /&gt;When she don't get a thing from you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go where you're going to&lt;br /&gt;Have to do what you have to do&lt;br /&gt;What's a girl supposed to try&lt;br /&gt;When all you do is criticise&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon you'll realise&lt;br /&gt;I can see it, I can see it in a boy's eyes&lt;br /&gt;see it in a boy's, see it in a boy's eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a girl like me to do&lt;br /&gt;When she don't get a thing from you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know where you're going to&lt;br /&gt;Have to do what you have to do&lt;br /&gt;What's a girl supposed to say &lt;br /&gt;Just turn around and walk away&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon you'll realise I can see it&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in a boy's eyes &lt;br /&gt;see it in a boy's, see it in a boy's eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-114514020209989806?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114514020209989806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114514020209989806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/04/see-it-in-boys-eyes.html' title='See it in a boy&apos;s eyes'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-114512285376002774</id><published>2006-04-15T17:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T18:46:40.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninde Fefalas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/gothic_sorrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/400/gothic_sorrow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninde Fefalas...&lt;br /&gt;Esta e a minha apresentacao.&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma imensidao de nada, &lt;br /&gt;da qual receias&lt;br /&gt;pois tens medo de te perderes...&lt;br /&gt;Sou um misterio,&lt;br /&gt;uma alma,&lt;br /&gt;uma mente...&lt;br /&gt;Sou aquela que te espera todos os dias,&lt;br /&gt;que sonha em encontrar-te &lt;br /&gt;neste labirinto de emocoes e esperancas...&lt;br /&gt;Sou tudo aquilo por que esperas,&lt;br /&gt;sou tudo aquilo que nao entendes,&lt;br /&gt;que desejas,&lt;br /&gt;que te faz viver,&lt;br /&gt;que te faz morrer..&lt;br /&gt;Estou sempre ca para ti,&lt;br /&gt;simplesmente para te sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente para te ver...&lt;br /&gt;Somente para te amar.&lt;br /&gt;Posso nao saber bem onde estou,&lt;br /&gt;o que faco aqui,&lt;br /&gt;mas tenho uma certeza:&lt;br /&gt;QUERO-TE,&lt;br /&gt;sem te perceber,&lt;br /&gt;sem me perceberes,&lt;br /&gt;fugimos para longe...&lt;br /&gt;Onde ninguem nos possa encontrar, &lt;br /&gt;onde ninguem nos possa fazer perguntas &lt;br /&gt;sem resposta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Ninde Fefalas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-114512285376002774?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/feeds/114512285376002774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26130136&amp;postID=114512285376002774' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114512285376002774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114512285376002774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/04/ninde-fefalas.html' title='Ninde Fefalas'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130136.post-114505981527234436</id><published>2006-04-15T00:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T01:10:57.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/400/butterfly.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;There's always cracks&lt;br /&gt;A crack in the sunlight, a crack in the mirror, or on your lips&lt;br /&gt;It's the morning on a sunset FridayWhen the conversations twist&lt;br /&gt;It's the fifth day of ice on a new tattoo&lt;br /&gt;But the ice should be on our heads&lt;br /&gt;We only spun the web to catch ourselfs&lt;br /&gt;So we weren't left for dead&lt;br /&gt;And I was never lookin' for approval&lt;br /&gt;From anyone but you&lt;br /&gt;And though this journney's over&lt;br /&gt;I'd  go back if you asked me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not dead, just floating&lt;br /&gt;Right between the the ink on your tattoo&lt;br /&gt;In the belly of the beast we turned into&lt;br /&gt;I'm not scared, just changing&lt;br /&gt;Right behind the cigarette and the devilish smile&lt;br /&gt;You're my crack of sunlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do the math a thousand ways&lt;br /&gt;But you can't erase the facts&lt;br /&gt;That others come and others go&lt;br /&gt;But you alays come back&lt;br /&gt;I'm the winter flower underground&lt;br /&gt;Alays thirsty for summer rain&lt;br /&gt;And just like the changing seasons&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not dead just yet&lt;br /&gt;I'm not dead, I'm just floating&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter  where I'm going I'll find you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not scared at all&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the cuts and bruises find the game where no one loses&lt;br /&gt;I'll find you &lt;br /&gt;I will find you &lt;br /&gt;I'm not dead, just floating&lt;br /&gt;I'm not scared. just changing&lt;br /&gt;You're my crack of sunlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      (P!nk/B. Mann)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26130136-114505981527234436?l=mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/feeds/114505981527234436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26130136&amp;postID=114505981527234436' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114505981527234436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26130136/posts/default/114505981527234436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundo-ilusao.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-not-dead.html' title='I&apos;m Not Dead'/><author><name>Slayra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07541285819772540091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7417/2733/1600/nao%20te%20amo%20mais.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
