<?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-3720810</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:53:50.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'>*_Vale dos Ventos Brandos_*</title><subtitle type='html'>As portas do Reino Proibido se abrem para te receber, caro forasteiro! Uma fada verde o convida a sentar-se no anfiteatro do castelo e ouvir as histórias fantásticas deste lindo e encantado vale!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-109027283042915764</id><published>2004-07-19T17:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T18:43:09.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O primeiro coturno a gente nunca esquece Passando por uma loja, um dia desses, comprei um coturno novo. Fiquei olhando para ele e por algum motivo ele me encantou. Ele é um pouco diferente do coturno q eu tinha anteriormente, que era um clássico militar. Esse novo tem umas fivelas prateadas, o cano um pouco mais alto, solado mais alto também e um zíper na lateral para facilitar a colocação.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/109027283042915764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/109027283042915764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109027283042915764' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-106331936624031596</id><published>2003-09-11T19:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T19:29:26.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mais um teste... Isto já está ficando repetitivo...Eshu: minstrels and gypsies. World travelers, theyare very wise and mystical.  And Reckless, veryreckless. What Changeling Kith Are You Most Like? brought to you by QuizillaThat surprises me! An Eshu!? Wow!É, eu gostei disso!!!!Eu sei que estou devendo um post decente, daqueles que enchem a tela com palavras, desabafos, etc...Falta-me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/106331936624031596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/106331936624031596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106331936624031596' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-106176089564970027</id><published>2003-08-24T18:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T20:46:41.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meus filhos assistirão este filmeE existe personagem de anime mais fofo que o Haku?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/106176089564970027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/106176089564970027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106176089564970027' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-106121117595627476</id><published>2003-08-18T09:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T10:03:05.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que meda!Seu Arcano é:16 - A TORREPalavras-Chave: Fim da Ilusão e Reestruturação  * Um acontecimento marcante a nível psicológico ocorreu aos 16 anos;* Empenho e busca da verdade;* Se cobra muito;* Pode ter prejuízos por negligência;* Cuidado ao assumir posições de comando;* Realismo;* Escravo(a) da imprevisibilidade;* Testes de fé e otimismo;* Cuidado com as precipitações;* </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/106121117595627476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/106121117595627476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106121117595627476' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-106120844899888661</id><published>2003-08-18T09:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T09:07:29.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De volta ao lar - parte 1Depois de algum tempo longe de meu mundo fantástico, não resisti e aqui estou, de volta.Tenho estado um tanto o quanto isolada. Não só da Internet, mas do mundo em uma forma geral.Precisei de um tempo de descanso, um tempo nos quais você não faz muita coisa, apenas come, dorme, se diverte, dá risadas e pensa. Pensa muito.É mais ou menos como passar um Defrag no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/106120844899888661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/106120844899888661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106120844899888661' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-105716588766371922</id><published>2003-07-02T14:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T17:43:47.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Há tempos eu não posto testesYou are Trinity, from "The Matrix."Strong, beautiful- you epitomize the ultimateheroine. What Matrix Persona Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/105716588766371922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/105716588766371922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105716588766371922' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-105674933586296794</id><published>2003-06-27T18:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T19:27:34.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enfim, férias!As férias chegaram. Demoraram muito, mas chegaram. Não sem uma série de turbulências anteriores à ela. Não, ela não iria dar o ar de sua graça sem uma pequena confusão antes.Lógico, estou falando de Sternenhölle. Aquele lugarzinho sem-vergonha, onde as pessoas sempre são horrorosas, por mais simpáticas que elas tentem ser. E elas nunca tentam ser simpáticas.Houve uma grave </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/105674933586296794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/105674933586296794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105674933586296794' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-95420969</id><published>2003-06-07T22:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T21:00:43.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pequeno pensamento idiotaAs pessoas deveriam ser como nos jogos de RPG. Todas deveriam aparecer com uma ficha de personagem em mãos. Isso facilitaria, e muito, as coisas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/95420969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/95420969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95420969' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-94895257</id><published>2003-05-26T10:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T10:17:51.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E por que não?Ser feliz.Acho que este é o desejo de 99,9% da população. No entanto, ao olharmos para estas pessoas (incluindo nelas, eu e você, leitor), vemos em seus olhos, tristeza, melancolia, remorso, raiva, enfim, nenhum sentimento que nos aproxime da tão sonhada felicidade.Em grande parte, esses sentimentos provêm de uma eterna espera. Temos um bom emprego hoje, mas esperamos pelo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/94895257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/94895257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94895257' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-94410687</id><published>2003-05-15T17:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T17:58:17.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da série: Faz tempo que eu não posto músicas.BonitaElis ReginaWhat can I say to youBonita What magic words would capture you Like a soft evasive mist you areBonita You fly away when love is new What do you ask of meBonita What part do you want me to play Shall I be the clown for youBonita I will do anything you say Bonita Don't run away Bonita Bonita Don't be afraid to fall </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/94410687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/94410687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94410687' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-94011656</id><published>2003-05-08T17:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T18:01:38.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De como eu tive meu dia destruído_ Ser chamada de ignorante e alienada por não ter ido assistir ao filme Carandiru e nem pretender fazê-lo.Se fui ver o filme? Não, não fui. Se vou ver? Nem que me paguem. Por quê? Porque o assunto não me interessa. O que me disseram sobre isso? Que estou querendo fechar os olhos para a realidade.Hã!? Um filme comercial? Realidade? Há algum engano por aí. Não</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/94011656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/94011656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94011656' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-93822586</id><published>2003-05-05T18:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T17:09:26.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Constatações_ O mundo dá voltas._ As pessoas sofrem sem motivos._ A curiosidade matou o gato. E quase mata a "colega" de classe.Sobre a primeira: Antes de tomar uma atitude que vai interferir bastante em seu futuro, pare e olhe. Às vezes você pode estar metendo a mão num vespeiro. E isso não é agradável.As pessoas sempre pecam por enxergar apenas aquilo que elas querem.Sobre a segunda</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/93822586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/93822586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93822586' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-93071128</id><published>2003-04-22T18:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T18:54:52.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Direito de respostaConclusão da semana: As pessoas perdem tempo demais tentando explicar coisas que não devem ser explicadas, pois simplesmente aconteceram. E se já aconteceram, não há nada que nos redima da falta, nem nada que precise ser redimido, se o ato foi executado com lucidez e honestidade.Por que então as pessoas ainda perdem este tempo? Levanto uma hipótese. Heroísmo. Todos querem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/93071128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/93071128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93071128' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-92289700</id><published>2003-04-09T10:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T16:27:52.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pensamento do dia"Provocações são provocações e, por mais inocentes que sejam, os motivos que levam-nas a surgir nunca são tão inocentes assim."Recebi um convite e estou com medo de aceitá-lo, pois sei que ao adentrar o lugar, vou ter que agüentar falsidade, inveja e todos esses sentimentos "legais" de pessoas que não suportam ver a felicidade de outras pessoas.Eu poderia recusá-lo. Poderia</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/92289700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/92289700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92289700' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-91808994</id><published>2003-04-01T22:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T12:25:57.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quando a diversão dos outros é o seu trabalhoTrabalhar com arte é difícil. Para a maioria das pessoas, pintar um quadro ou arranhar acordes em um violão é um hobby. E, para pessoas como eu, que fizeram disso uma escolha de vida?É simples. Temos que conviver com a descrença. Descrença das outras pessoas que não conseguem imaginar como alguém pode viver de arte. Descrença dos próprios colegas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/91808994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/91808994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91808994' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-91348542</id><published>2003-03-25T12:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T18:29:13.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sem saber o que postarHá mais ou menos um mês ando em terrenos pouco férteis de inspiração para posts.Para tentar arrumar algum assunto para postar, tentei listar algumas idéias:Guerra: Cheguei a uma conclusão sobre este assunto: enquanto eles estiverem jogando videogame com bombas de verdade, o fato não merece meu respeito. Quando, definitivamente, eles estiverem sobre cavalos, empunhando </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/91348542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/91348542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91348542' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-91145684</id><published>2003-03-21T18:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T18:19:23.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O que está acontecendo com o blog??? Cadê meu post????Servicinho meia-boca...Blé!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/91145684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/91145684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91145684' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-90921014</id><published>2003-03-18T10:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T18:18:37.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SonhosOutro dia sonhei que havia aprendido a voar.O mais interessante foram as sensações que tive (isso mesmo, eu sinto os meus sonhos). Parecia que meu corpo se fundia com o ar e, assim, minha matéria se desfazia e eu flutuava.Tentei fazer isso quando acordei. Não deu certo.Já que o corpo não voou, deixo que a mente o faça.Em algum lugar...Ele passava o dia escrevendo. Era um </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/90921014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/90921014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90921014' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-90518725</id><published>2003-03-11T09:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T12:06:44.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dizer o quê?   Eu sei que tenho muita coisa para postar. Muitos desabafos a fazer.Muitas coisas aconteceram nos últimos dias. Algumas delas bastante desagradáveis.Mas, não sei se devo gastar meu tempo e minha energia com lamúrias. Acabará não valendo a pena.São pequenas coisas que não interferiram em nada no curso de minha vida. Então, não devo perder meu tempo com elas. O tempo que se </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/90518725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/90518725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90518725' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-90253201</id><published>2003-03-06T16:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T16:35:56.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BeatrizChico BuarqueOlhaSerá que ela é moçaSerá que ela é tristeSerá que é o contrárioSerá que é pinturaO rosto da atrizSe ela dança no sétimo céuSe ela acredita que é outro paísE se ela só decora o seu papelE se eu pudesse entrar na sua vidaOlhaSerá que é de louçaSerá que é de éterSerá que é loucuraSerá que é cenárioA casa da atrizSe ela mora num arranha-céuE se as paredes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/90253201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/90253201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90253201' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-89782262</id><published>2003-02-26T14:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T09:49:57.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E os comments fizeram puffff...Mais uma vez...Espero que logo eles voltem ao ar...A tranqüilidade enfim chegaInfelizmente, com ela chega também a falta de assunto.Certa vez, me disseram que, para haver alguma manifestação contundente, seja ela literária, artística, musical, política, é preciso que haja algum tipo de inquietação. A inquietação pode ser boa ou ruim, mas tem necessidade de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/89782262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/89782262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89782262' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-89434673</id><published>2003-02-20T11:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T16:08:25.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Outubro de 1996, Casa de Cecil Sharpe, Londres: Ao estudar a música do Oriente Médio, deparei com estas palavras provenientes de um filósofo do séc. IX, o filósofo Abu Sulaiman al-Davani:"A música e o canto não criam no coração aquilo que não se encontra lá."Outros contemporâneos de uma data mais recente sugeriram:"Aqueles que são afetados pela música podem ser divididos em duas categorias:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/89434673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/89434673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89434673' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-89366414</id><published>2003-02-19T09:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T09:26:18.863-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lema da semana:"Já que você está no inferno, abrace o capeta"Não há salvação para aqueles que não lutam.Não há salvação para aqueles que não tem honra.Não há salvação para aqueles que desrespeitam:Amizades.Sentimentos.Pessoas.Não há salvação para aqueles que tramam.Não há salvação para aqueles que mentem.Não há salvação para aqueles que traem:Em pensamentos.Em palavras.Em ações.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/89366414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/89366414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89366414' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-89116351</id><published>2003-02-14T20:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-15T20:17:45.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma coisa leva à outra...Após receber um alerta no ICQ de que, talvez, o anonimato de uma querida amiga tenha sido violado por figuras indesejáveis, resolvi dar uma vasculhada em meus arquivos, para ver se encontrava algum comentário ofensivo, qualquer coisa que me dissesse que meu santuário houvesse sido profanado também. Graças aos deuses, nada de anormal foi encontrado!Encontrei, sim, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/89116351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/89116351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89116351' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-89036974</id><published>2003-02-13T12:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T12:56:00.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*meow*What fuzzy creature are you?That's cute! Ok... I'm cute!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/89036974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/89036974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89036974' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-88858861</id><published>2003-02-10T14:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T14:31:36.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E se George Harrison fosse profeta?All Things Must PassGeorge HarrisonSunrise doesn't last all morning.A cloudburst doesn't last all day.Seems my love is upAnd has left you with no warning.It's not always been this gray.All things must pass.All things must pass away.Sunset doesn't last all evening.A mind can blow those clouds away.After all thisMy love is up and must be leaving.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/88858861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/88858861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88858861' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-88651970</id><published>2003-02-06T12:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T20:10:58.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Depois de uma longa ausência devido à falta de oportunidade para postar e piorada por uma estadia de 48hs no hospital, estou de volta! Não se preocupem, fiéis amigos e leitores, está tudo bem, foi apenas um alarme falso de apendicite! I'm back now!Just let me fly with my imagination - parte IIIEu me lembro até hoje, do momento em que percebi que o mundo era maior do que o quintal da minha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/88651970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/88651970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88651970' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-88335492</id><published>2003-01-31T14:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T14:33:13.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O chamadoEu cometi um crime. Mas, este crime, não é um crime comum. É um daqueles crimes, que só podem ser cometidos em um tempo como agora, onde as pessoas são movidas apenas pelo dinheiro, aparências, ganância, status e não conseguem mais cultivar bons sentimentos.Fui julgada e condenada.Pois bem, agora estou eu, diante de um poço. Pode ser que este poço não tenha um fundo e, cair nele, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/88335492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/88335492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88335492' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-88229453</id><published>2003-01-29T19:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T14:33:43.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry, o post saiu com um pequeno defeito. Mas, aqui está ele republicado com a correção! Ah, sim! Não há depois! Ou, talvez, ainda não haja...O jovem e as árvoresOs anciãos costumavam dizer que, no início de suas vidas, as árvores do Amor e da Dor são muito parecidas. Ambas começam como um pequeno arbusto, com folhagem e tronco muito semelhantes. Apenas após algum tempo elas se diferenciam.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/88229453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/88229453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88229453' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-88211891</id><published>2003-01-29T13:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T19:05:14.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Procuras bizarras* O que significa sonhar com roupas no varal?* A necessidade de orarEu adoraria saber qual o critério utilizado pelos sites de busca...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/88211891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/88211891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88211891' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-87962588</id><published>2003-01-24T13:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T13:45:36.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu visto a camisa!Você é um(a) amante à moda antiga?Você gosta de ser conquistado(a)?Está cansado da mesma ladainha sem fim nas baladas!?Acha que a "Pegação" é um prazer momentâneo e vazio!?Sente falta do frio na barriga, olho no olho, coração disparado, do beijo roubado, do abraço apertado e da ansiedade do telefonema no dia seguinte?Curte andar de mãos dadas, assistir ao pôr-do-sol,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/87962588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/87962588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87962588' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-87860175</id><published>2003-01-22T18:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T18:20:18.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Garotas independentes? Bah!Cenas vividas:Eu, sentada em um bar. Chega um rapaz. Para me paquerar, evidentemente. Calmamente, tento dispensá-lo dizendo que tenho namorado. Ele solta:_ Ah, você tem namorado? Então cadê ele?_ Ele estava cansado e resolveu ir para casa. Eu, então, vim prá cá._ E ele deixou?Eu, lançando aquele olhar sutil como uma rajada de metralhadora:_ E por que não </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/87860175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/87860175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87860175' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-87688016</id><published>2003-01-19T15:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-19T15:50:50.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DisorderRatingParanoid:LowSchizoid:LowSchizotypal:HighAntisocial:ModerateBorderline:ModerateHistrionic:ModerateNarcissistic:HighAvoidant:LowDependent:HighObsessive-Compulsive:Low-- Click Here To Take The Test --Eu concordei apenas com a classificação Schizotypal.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/87688016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/87688016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87688016' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-87651277</id><published>2003-01-18T18:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T18:12:23.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here Comes The SunGeorge Harrison / The BeatlesHere comes the sunHere comes the sunAnd I sayIt's alrightLittle darlingIt's been a long cold lonely winterLittle darlingIt feels like years since it's been hereHere comes the sunHere comes the sunAnd I sayIt's alrightLittle darlingThe smiles returning to the facesLittle darlingIt seems like years since it's been hereHere </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/87651277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/87651277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87651277' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-87555861</id><published>2003-01-16T19:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T19:25:21.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TroublesAndo com um problema sério que me impede de postar regularmente. Este problema chama-se: irmão. O computador com Internet fica no quarto dele e, como ele não está mais trabalhando e não me deixa passar o tempo que eu preciso, usando o computador, está cada vez meis difícil postar com freqüência... Peço desculpas a todos!!!De resto, hoje foi dia de renovar os votos em Sternenhölle. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/87555861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/87555861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87555861' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-87236349</id><published>2003-01-10T18:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-10T18:48:58.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que cor você é?Você é uma pessoa vibrante e sensual, mas as vezes se empolga e fica um pouco agressivo(a). Outra qualidade sua é seu jeito caloroso de ser. O vermelho representa o calor, a masculinidade, o perigo e a vida intensa.Hoje não estou em condições de postar algo decente... Esse calor fritou meu cérebro... Ar, água, alguma coisa refrescante, por favor...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/87236349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/87236349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87236349' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-87131280</id><published>2003-01-08T18:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T18:49:27.306-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ResgatesCerto dia, uma fada ruiva me indicou um livro. Chama-se Deuses Americanos e seu autor é Neil Gaiman.Pois bem, comprei e estou lendo o livro. Ele conta a saga de Shadow, um cara que acaba de sair da prisão, perder a mulher e o melhor amigo. Em seu vôo de volta para casa, conhece um outro cara que se auto denomina Wednesday e, depois de muita conversa, Shadow acaba aceitando trabalhar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/87131280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/87131280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87131280' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-87131237</id><published>2003-01-08T18:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T18:56:47.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momento Teste + Momento Música Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You? brought to you by QuizillaKiss The RainBillie MyersHello... Can you hear me Am I getting through to you Hello... Is it late there There's laughter on the line Are you sure you're there alone? Cuz I'm Trying to explain Something's wrong You just don't sound the same Why don't you Why don't you Go outside? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/87131237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/87131237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87131237' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-86937562</id><published>2003-01-04T20:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T20:27:16.953-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E 2003 já chegou!Acredito que este será um ano de faxina e resgate.As turbulências de 2002 fizeram com que muitas coisas, que são importantes, ficassem debaixo dos escombros que eu costumava chamar de mente e coração.Neste início de ano, estou experimentando uma calmaria que eu não via há tempos. Tempo propício para desenterrar as peças que vão preencher e reconstruir as lacunas que ficaram</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/86937562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/86937562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86937562' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-86898146</id><published>2003-01-03T21:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T22:03:12.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momento Testes       Eu sou o símbolo       do I-ching            que símbolo você       é?[+] Você pensa duas vezes antes de agir. É calmo, relaxado.. [-] Calmo e relaxado demais! Você deve ter problemas com a polícia!Paz e amor, bicho!Qual prostituta cinematográfica você é?Ai que lindo!!!!!!!!!!!!E você? É bola de que? por Testelândia Este caiu como uma luva!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/86898146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/86898146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86898146' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-86642265</id><published>2002-12-28T22:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T22:44:12.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Para espantar a uruca e entrar com dois pés direitos em 2003I Feel Good (I Got You)James BrownWo! I feel good, I knew that I wouldn't ofI feel good, I knew that I wouldn't ofSo good, so good, I got youWo! I feel nice, like sugar and spiceI feel nice, like sugar and spiceSo nice, so nice, I got youWhen I hold you in my armsI know that I can do no wrongAnd when I hold you in my arms</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/86642265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/86642265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86642265' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-86641790</id><published>2002-12-28T22:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T22:29:31.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inferno Astral, fazer o quê?Nunca foi muito agradável estar em tempos como estes. E a situação, até que meu aniversário chegue, só tende a piorar, principalmente agora que entramos no signo de Capricórnio.A sensação que tenho é que a cada passo dado eu posso estar enfiando o pé em areia movediça. E que, à menor distração, o chão que eu considerava firme começa a ceder sob meus pés.O que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/86641790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/86641790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86641790' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-86451501</id><published>2002-12-23T19:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T19:38:32.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, when everything is wrong, that's rightBalanço do ano:A pequena Fada Verde começou seu ano desejando viver um conto de fadas. Em um lugar aconchegante, com suas amigas, brincou, se divertiu, fez bolinhas de sabão e voltou a ser criança!De volta à Cidade Grande, a vida não lhe foi tão generosa e o tom acinzentado do concreto, predominante na cidade, apagou o colorido de seus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/86451501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/86451501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86451501' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-86328627</id><published>2002-12-20T15:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-20T15:45:33.183-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E, entra no ar:*_Vale dos Ventos Brandos Versão 2.0 Super Luxo_*Agora, com:Música da SemanaPut the Blame on MameRita HayworthWhen they had the earthquakeIn San Francisco, back in 1906They said that old mother natureWas up to her old tricksThat's the story that went aroundBut here's the real lowdownPut the blame on mame boysPut the blame on mameOne night she started toShim </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/86328627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/86328627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86328627' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-86324738</id><published>2002-12-20T14:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-20T14:09:41.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> * Which Tragic Shakespearean Heroin are You? * brought to you by QuizillaOthello's: Desdemona - The daughter of the Venetian senator Brabanzio. Desdemona and Othello are secretly married before the play begins. While in many ways stereotypically pure and meek, Desdemona is also determined and self-possessed. She is equally capable of defending her marriage, jesting bawdily with Iago, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/86324738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/86324738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86324738' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-86170671</id><published>2002-12-17T13:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T15:50:32.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DreamThe Everly BrothersDream, dream dream dream, dream, dream dream dreamWhen I want you in my arms, when I want you and all your charmsWhenever I want you, all I have to do, isDream, dream dream dreamWhen I feel blue in the night, and I need you to hold me tightWhenever I want you, all I have to do, is dreamI can make you mine, taste your lips of wine, any time, night or dayOnly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/86170671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/86170671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86170671' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-86043686</id><published>2002-12-15T18:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-15T18:50:21.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   Você é louco? por AlitoOK... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/86043686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/86043686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86043686' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-86001686</id><published>2002-12-14T17:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T17:25:52.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A melhor coisa que li hojeField Comander CohenTodas as coisas como o aborto e a traição são deste mundo. E sem o amor estamos mortos. Creio que não se pode julgar o assassinato sem tomar partido, e só pode tomar partido quem está acima, o que raramente acontece. Entendo que vida é assassinato? Só agora, neste instante, e logo depois estarei com outra música na cabeça. Não sei dizer se </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/86001686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/86001686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#86001686' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-85957843</id><published>2002-12-13T16:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T16:18:03.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EnrascadasEu as odeio.Principalmente se são outras pessoas que insistem em me meter nelas, ou achar que eu tenho que cair também nos buracos que elas cavam para si mesmas!Eu sempre deixei que as coisas acontecessem naturalmente em minha vida, pricipalmente em se tratando de relacionamentos, eu aprendi uma coisa que é a regra máxima para isso: Não forçarás a barra!E agora me aparecem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/85957843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/85957843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85957843' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-85847210</id><published>2002-12-11T14:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T14:47:33.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Preparativos para uma Black Music PartySuper FreakRick James She's a very kinky girlThe kind you don't take home to motherShe will never let your spirits downOnce you get her off the street, ow girlShe likes the boys in the bandShe says that I'm her all-time favoriteWhen I make my move to her room it's the right timeShe's never hard to pleaseThat girl is pretty wild nowThe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/85847210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/85847210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85847210' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-85796149</id><published>2002-12-10T16:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T16:29:57.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu estava pronta para postar uma de minhas reflexões um pouco pessimistas sobre a imaginação... Eu iria corrigir o post anterior.Mas, procurando por uma imagem que ilustrasse meu texto, me deparei com a imagem acima... Conclusão: eu resolvi deixar ela me arrancar um sorriso bobo e amolecer meu coração...E a reflexão pessimista sobre a imaginação fica para depois!Bah!:c)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/85796149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/85796149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85796149' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-85746289</id><published>2002-12-09T18:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T18:38:51.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just let me fly with my imaginationAgora eu estou livre para isto!!!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/85746289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/85746289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85746289' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-85745831</id><published>2002-12-09T18:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T18:42:37.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Helena é a filha de duas lendas - do herói mais poderoso de Gotham e da majestade do submundo criminoso. Juntos, Bruce Wayne e Selena Kyle compartilharam um amor proibido, e um segredo ainda mais sombrio. Após ver sua mãe ser assassinada por capangas do Coringa e ser abandonada por seu pai, Helena foi acolhida por Barbara Gordon. Ela começou a ser treinada por Barbara para ajudar a combater o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/85745831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/85745831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85745831' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-85490300</id><published>2002-12-04T14:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T14:27:13.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O cansaço se apodera de meu corpo...Noites mal dormidas, acúmulo de trabalhos, teimosia em não querer trocar um dia de diversão por uma bela noite de sono!Ok, ok, eu não posso reclamar! Deixo que meu corpo o faça...Dói tudo... O pescoço, então, pfffffffff... É tensão pura!E eu ainda tenho preparativos para não sei o quê, não sei aonde e não sei quando...E, para piorar, tenho que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/85490300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/85490300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85490300' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-85395522</id><published>2002-12-02T18:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T18:30:07.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Celebração à tempestadePodem falar o que quiserem!Não existe nada melhor e mais bonito do que uma bela tempestade!É, sem dúvidas, a mais completa e perfeita combinação de vento, água, som e eletricidade!Tudo começa com um céu escuro e amedrontador. Depois aparecem os raios e relâmpagos, clereando novamente o céu. Os ventos começam a balançar as árvores e os cabelos dos passantes. Alguns</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/85395522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/85395522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85395522' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-85386275</id><published>2002-12-02T15:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T15:00:41.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apenas uma notaOuvir Stayin' Alive com o pé engessado é a coisa mais frustrante do universo...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/85386275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/85386275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85386275' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-85380509</id><published>2002-12-02T12:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T12:50:52.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  That's me!     I'm bad to the bone!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/85380509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/85380509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85380509' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-85314846</id><published>2002-11-30T23:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-30T23:56:50.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um post de silêncio em homenagem a George Harrison</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/85314846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/85314846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85314846' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-85217175</id><published>2002-11-28T14:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T14:31:15.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momento Teste What's YOUR Writing Style? brought to you by QuizillaYou are a freeform writer. Individualistic with a sense for the different and challenging, Walt Whitman and his poetry lacking meter and rhyme is just what the doctor ordered. You're quick to write something that the rest of the world doesn't accept as poetry, quick to separate yourself from the average joe. An author with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/85217175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/85217175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85217175' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-85076353</id><published>2002-11-25T19:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T19:41:48.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da série: Pesquisa estranha que culminou com o achado de meu blogIsso é realmente estranho...Game de destruir a minha talaEstava lá, eu vi e tenho como provar! Se alguém souber o que é isso, me explique!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/85076353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/85076353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85076353' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-84920694</id><published>2002-11-22T09:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T15:54:31.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CriançasNunca, nunca diga algo sem pensar, perto delas!Eu, com uma latinha de refrigerante vazia na mão, para uma amiga, em sua casa._ San, tem lixo?E a pequena Jade:_ Claro que tem lixo! Já imaginou uma casa sem lixo? - com a maior cara de "a gente tem que ensinar tudo para essa gente grande..."Ponhóinhóim...Esta é uma pequena homenagem a essas coisinhas fofas que enchem nossos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/84920694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/84920694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84920694' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-84865980</id><published>2002-11-21T09:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T09:20:38.510-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Diretamente de SternenhölleOk, estou aqui! Mas não vou perder mais o meu tempo falando deste lugarzinho horroroso. Tudo bem que eu estou quase dormindo em pé, depois de ter ouvido 2 horas de um bate papo interminável sobre alguma bobagem acadêmica sobre forma! Fogueira para Arheim!Também não sei sobre o que vou falar. O cansaço que tomou conta de meu corpo me impede de ter alguma idéia genial</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/84865980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/84865980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84865980' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-84774298</id><published>2002-11-19T16:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T16:15:46.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     what's your cowboy bebop theme song?Agora quero saber que música é esta...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/84774298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/84774298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84774298' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-84773149</id><published>2002-11-19T15:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T15:53:16.866-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are Gilbert From "What's Eating Gilbert Grape?"You are very giving and self-sacrificing. You're always there to lend a helping hand to family and friends. However, this generous nature often robs you of fulfilling your needs and desires, and may cause you to become resentful. Find a way to balance your kindness with your independence.Take The Johnny Depp Quiz!Este é o cara mais fofo deste</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/84773149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/84773149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84773149' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-84773025</id><published>2002-11-19T15:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T15:51:17.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Calor, calor infernal...Depois de um fim de semana relaxante, passado em companhia de pessoas maravilhosas (especialmente no domingo), tive que voltar à dura realidade da segunda-feira.Seria demais pedir que SH (Sternenhölle), me proporcionasse, se não agradável (já que é impossível), pelo menos um dia tranqüilo...Cheguei a SH com ar primaveril, de quem voou com as borboletas, entre flores </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/84773025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/84773025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84773025' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-84529511</id><published>2002-11-14T12:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T12:53:17.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dias CansativosMeus dias ultimamente têm sido extremamente exaustivos!!!!Milhões de coisas para fazer, para resolver e para dar atenção! Muitas pessoas para ajudar, também...O Vale anda meio às moscas, eu sei, e minhas visitas, então... Pff... Nem as diárias eu consigo fazer!!!!!! Peço desculpas a todos!Mas, devo dizer que isso ainda vai durar um tempinho! Pelo menos até domingo que é </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/84529511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/84529511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84529511' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-84356819</id><published>2002-11-11T08:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T08:03:44.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ele é o bomEduardo AraújoEle é o bom, é o bom, é o bomEle é o bom, é o bom, é o bomAh! Meu carro é vermelhoNão uso espelho pra me pentearBotinha sem meiaE só na areia eu sei trabalharCabelo na testa sou o dono da festaPertenço aos dez maisSe você quiser experimentarSei que vai gostarQuando eu apareçoO comentário é geralEle é o bom é o bom demaisTer muitas garotas para mim é </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/84356819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/84356819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84356819' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-84249262</id><published>2002-11-08T18:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T18:42:54.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da série: Coisas que levei algum tempo para perceber e que agora desfilam em minha frente.Charme é tudo nesta vida.E não digo mais nada!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/84249262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/84249262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84249262' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-84188237</id><published>2002-11-07T17:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-07T17:42:02.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A ESPECIALIDADE HUMANA É PENSAR.No céu de novembro o Sol e Júpiter estão em quadratura, e a Lua cresce em Sagitário.Aqui na Terra nossa humanidade sofre, porém se ela quisesse deixaria de sofrer imediatamente, pois grande parte do que lhe acontece radica na forma com que ela escolhe pensar sua vida. Fronteiras, regras, leis, dogmas morais, dinheiro, todas são construções mentais, pensamentos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/84188237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/84188237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84188237' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-84137217</id><published>2002-11-06T19:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T19:11:28.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da série: Pérolas do Mundo AcadêmicoOuvido em uma sala de aula durante uma acalorada discussão:Preparem-se, essa é de se jogar no chão e pedir piedade....Semelhança igualE, no cinismo de uma conversa entre amigos, eis que surge uma nova classificação de palavras:Que rufem os tambores...O Pleonasmo Artístico*Aplausos ensurdecedores*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/84137217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/84137217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84137217' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-83976450</id><published>2002-11-03T20:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T15:35:25.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Algumas considerações sobre Arte Contemporânea*_ Qualquer coisa que você faça (por mais medíocre que seja), quando acompanhada de um texto tão meia-boca quanto o seu trabalho, mas com um poder embromatório nível 5 embutido, faz com que ele seja elevado a status de: "oh, temos um novo Da Vinci em nossa frente".Eu me sinto envergonhada por ter escolhido este ramo de atividade, quando ouço </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83976450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83976450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#83976450' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-83934364</id><published>2002-11-02T20:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-02T20:02:11.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Justificativas que só uma mulher consegue dar"Eu não levei aquele vestido porque o azul dele era muito AZUL"Ele realmente era AZUL.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83934364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83934364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83934364' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-83895309</id><published>2002-11-01T20:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T20:00:15.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momento Música (ou Momento Falta-me Inspiração Para Escrever Algo)The Whole of The MoonWaterboysI pictured a rainbowYou held it in your handI had flashesYou saw the planI wandered out in the world for yearsWhile you just stayed in your roomI saw the crescentYou saw the whole of the moonThe whole of the moonYou were there in the turnstilesWith the wind at your heelsYou stretched</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83895309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83895309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83895309' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-83894499</id><published>2002-11-01T19:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T19:38:21.503-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E, no concurso Pesquisa-Estranha-Que-Culminou-Com-o-Achado-de-Meu-Blog, entro com a expressão:(suspense)Vade RetroEu sinceramente não tenho palavras...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83894499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83894499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83894499' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-83844030</id><published>2002-10-31T18:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T18:52:31.533-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bem, de volta ao Halo Scan!!!!!Por que estes comments são tão temperamentais?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83844030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83844030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83844030' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-83734088</id><published>2002-10-29T18:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T18:02:26.550-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As the World Falls Down David BowieThere's such a sad loveDeep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewelOpen and closed within your eyesI'll place the sky within your eyesThere's such a fooled heartBeating so fast in search of new dreamsA love that will last within your heartI'll place the moon within your heartAs the pain sweeps throughMakes no sense for youEvery thrill has goneWasn't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83734088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83734088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83734088' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-83673692</id><published>2002-10-28T15:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T15:40:45.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É uma pena que naquele indicador de humores não tenha a opção:Definitivamente no inferno astralÉ o que acontece comigo agora. Uma pequena esperança de que meu cotidiano mudasse, para algo mais produtivo e rentável, foi por água abaixo. Por quê? Porque a porcaria do curso que eu escolhi fazer na faculdade não permite que eu seja recepcionista de uma concessionária.Apesar de estar querendo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83673692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83673692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83673692' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-83573063</id><published>2002-10-26T21:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T21:52:11.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estou em uma fase meio estranha. Não tenho tido nada interessante para blogar.Nenhuma dúvida existencial.Nenhuma dor na alma.Nenhuma grande lembrança.Nenhuma grande ansiedade.Nenhum grande amor.Nenhum grande feito.Nenhum devaneio.Nenhuma aventura.Simplesmente nada.Nada..................O grande problema deste estado meio zen, é que a vida acaba passando, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83573063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83573063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83573063' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-83514863</id><published>2002-10-25T12:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T12:12:38.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congratulations, you're a Pillywiggin, a trouping flower fae. What kind of female faerie are you? Take the female faerie quiz by ParadoxPillywigginsPillywiggins are seasonal faeries from England and Wales that are associated with Spring and closely related to Pixies. They are also known as Spring Faeries and Flower Faeries. They live among wildflowers which grow at the feet of huge oaks. They</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83514863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83514863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83514863' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-83471982</id><published>2002-10-24T15:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T15:44:21.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are A Romantic Kisser!You'll only kiss if the mood is right and if you think you are falling in love.Some may say you're old fashioned, but when you kiss, you see stars!One kiss from you, and anyone will be hooked forever.How Do *You* Kiss?More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83471982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83471982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83471982' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-83455886</id><published>2002-10-24T09:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T14:52:12.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Retornando às histórias do Vale...O retorno de DesmondApós mais um dia exaustivo em Sternenhölle, Charis e Eileen decidem esfriar um pouco a cabeça indo almoçar em um grande centro de compras, construido sobre a estação de trem subterrâneo da Vila de Saint-Croix. Enquanto esperavam pela carruagem que as conduziria até lá, Eileen chama a atenção de Charis para um rapaz que caminhava, levando </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83455886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83455886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83455886' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-83301820</id><published>2002-10-21T12:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T15:16:46.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Como foi previsto na sexta-feira, sábado a noite eu levei o tapa forte do destino! No domingo a tarde fiquei sabendo que o ocorrido não teve a intenção de ser um tapa e nem poderia ter sido considerado como tal. Mas até ai, eu já havia aceitado como uma provocação e meus cachorros foram soltos e, não poderei mais recolhê-los nem que quisesse. Agora, que deixei que estes problemas sejam </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83301820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83301820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83301820' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-83235931</id><published>2002-10-20T00:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T00:19:08.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Neon Genesis Evangelion character are you?Cute...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83235931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83235931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83235931' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-83234338</id><published>2002-10-19T23:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T23:28:24.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83234338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83234338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83234338' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-83230488</id><published>2002-10-19T21:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T21:23:35.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Não, eu não traí o seu coração. Você mesma o traiu! Nós teríamos enfrentado todas as dificuldades impostas por Deus ou pelo Demônio para ficarmos juntos. Mas você, única e exclusivamente por sua vontade pôs tudo a perder.E, partindo o seu coração, você partiu também o meu...Falas de Heathcliff a Catherine em Wutherin HeightsOu, como diria Haroldo em uma tirinha que não consegui </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83230488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83230488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83230488' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-83197981</id><published>2002-10-18T23:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-18T23:56:34.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quando tudo o mais dá errado e você não tem saída, a não ser continuar a rotina medíocre de sempre, dê a cara para bater!Pode ser que você apanhe tão forte que decida sair definitivamente desta vida!Here I go again!!!Mas agora, com minha bela espada a tiracolo!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83197981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83197981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83197981' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-83073623</id><published>2002-10-16T15:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T15:28:26.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SinaisNão, eu não estou falando daquele filme com o Mel Gibson. Estou falando daqueles recadinhos que martelam nossas cabeças em alguns momentos da vida.Sabem aquelas coisas, situações, ou algo do gênero, nas quais você sempre se vê envolvido, ou que surgem em sua frente quase que a cada segundo?Pois é, eu sempre me vejo nestas situações... E recentemente conversei com uma pessoa que está</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83073623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83073623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83073623' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-83022867</id><published>2002-10-15T14:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T14:42:39.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da série: Ouvi-na-balada-e-dancei-que-nem-uma-loucaThe PromisseWhen in RomeWhen you need a friend,don't look to a stranger,You know in the end,I'll always be there.But when you're in doubt,and when you're in danger,Take a look all around,and I'll be there.I'm sorry,but I'm just thinkingof the right words to say.I know they don't sound the wayI planned them to be.But if you'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83022867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/83022867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83022867' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-82937771</id><published>2002-10-13T20:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-13T20:46:27.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Momento Testes*gargalhando até perder o fôlego* - Perfeito!!YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Uau!!src='http://www.igirl.com.br/website/megafone/testes/imagens/madonna.gif' border='0'&gt;Básica, a garota aqui...!Muito bom!Pior que é mesmo!Pela segunda vez!!!Agora chega, né!?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/82937771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/82937771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#82937771' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-82895037</id><published>2002-10-12T17:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-12T17:39:47.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VictimsCulture ClubThe victims we know so wellThey shine in our eyesWhen they kiss and tellStrange places we never seeBut you're always thereLike a ghost in my dreamsAnd I keep on telling youPlease don't do the things you doWhen you do those thingsPull my puppet stringsI have that strangest void for youWe love and we never tellWhat places our hearts in the wishing wellLove lead</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/82895037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/82895037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82895037' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-82886323</id><published>2002-10-12T12:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-12T12:54:00.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um diamante lapidado encontrado nos arquivos de Dance with WolvesVocê (seja quem for)"Não sinta medo se, vez ou outra, alguém vestir o olhar da magia e dançar pela casa, arrastando um sorriso. Não sinta medo da ingenuidade de quem desliza a voz no poema preferido e depois assume a culpa por ter ousado na dose de intimidade entre a realidade e a imaginação. Não sinta medo se passos quebrarem</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/82886323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/82886323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82886323' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-82863461</id><published>2002-10-11T20:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T20:32:52.486-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Momento Visa - Eu sou o máximo"Blusa de alcinha que dá uma "valorizada nos atributos": R$ 20Tintura para igualar a cor das melenas: R$ 18Aplicação da mesma: R$ 10Manicure: R$ 5Ver a cara de bobo do quase-ex-namorado ao ver o que perdeu: NÃO TEM PREÇO!!!Há momentos na vida em que a beleza é a arma mais cruel da qual você pode fazer uso!P.S.: Eu poderia postar o conteúdo todo deste</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/82863461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/82863461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82863461' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-82862253</id><published>2002-10-11T19:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T20:37:09.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ele é demais!!!E campanhas do momento:não deixe para enrolar depois, queime um publicitário agorasodomia obrigatória para profissionais do marketingsou feliz por ser católico tatuadomate aula e bote a culpa em Satã Gos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/82862253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/82862253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82862253' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-82860180</id><published>2002-10-11T18:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T18:54:13.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que animal de estimação você é?Eu sei que sou uma gatinha!!! Siamesa, de preferência!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/82860180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/82860180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82860180' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-82849943</id><published>2002-10-11T14:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T14:31:05.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Puf, puf!!!Após vários falecimentos de computadores, os quais eu usava para escrever aqui no blog, ocorreu uma ressurreição do falecido que morava em minha casa!Passei agora aqui para dizer que eu estou viva (embora os computadores que eu uso não estejam), bem e muito agradecida pelos afagos que recebi de meus amados amigos, visitantes e amigos-visitantes!Vocês são uns amores!!!!Mais </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/82849943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/82849943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82849943' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-82603324</id><published>2002-10-06T17:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T17:06:59.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You took your coat off and stood in the rain,You were always crazy like thatI watched from my window,Always felt I was outside looking in on youYou were always the mysterious oneWith dark eyes and careless hair,You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to careThen you stood in my doorway, with nothing to sayBesides some comment on the weatherWell in case you failed to notice,In </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/82603324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/82603324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82603324' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-82573604</id><published>2002-10-05T21:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-05T21:22:31.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beco sem saídaEu acho que esta é a pior sensação que alguém pode ter... Estou tão sem saída, que não posso nem voltar pelo caminho que eu vim... A única coisa que posso fazer é ficar parada.. E isto não é agradável...Eu estou destruída, acabada, sem esperanças... Literalmente tiraram meu chão... Moeram meus sentimentos... Moeram meu coração...Me deram um tapa com luva de pelica, mas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/82573604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/82573604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82573604' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-82396150</id><published>2002-10-01T23:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T23:47:02.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What LoTR Character Are You?You are most like Arwen. Calm and reserved, you are not given to sudden outbursts. You conduct yourself with dignity...most of the time. The rest of the time you cut loose are are totally cool. You don't really think of yourself as popular, but plenty of people like you. You are not given to needless flirting. The right person will come along some day, and you are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/82396150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/82396150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82396150' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-82395180</id><published>2002-10-01T23:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T23:19:38.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não resisti e postei esta imagem... Logo escrevo um texto para combinar com ela!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/82395180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/82395180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82395180' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720810.post-82393234</id><published>2002-10-01T22:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T22:35:39.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O ViajanteO Viajante. Sucesso em pequenos assuntos.Persistência e correção trazem boa sorte ao viajante.InterpretaçãoO viajante, para ser bem sucedido em seus empreendimentos, deve evitar gestos inadequados aos costumes das terras em que se encontra. Como é estrangeiro e não tem um círculo de relações, não pode ser rude ou exigente. Com cautela e reserva evitará o mal. Se estiver atento</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/82393234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3720810/posts/default/82393234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairylife.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82393234' title=''/><author><name>Sword Sidhe / Cristina Berti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16551036009977132642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OS-y8uYnTK4/SXLB2ob7scI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_LdFO_ak1RQ/S220/DSC00083b.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
