<?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-3965880115028560194</id><updated>2011-12-11T21:44:39.021Z</updated><title type='text'>† Reino de Arikel †</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>470</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-3060449294056958101</id><published>2011-12-11T21:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:44:39.028Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nu48TZUgDo/TuUkQVu9y0I/AAAAAAAABfo/OT3hABu98cA/s1600/always.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nu48TZUgDo/TuUkQVu9y0I/AAAAAAAABfo/OT3hABu98cA/s320/always.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684989967755758402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This waking nightmare lingers&lt;br /&gt;When will the mirror stop telling lies&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where i've been or where i'm going&lt;br /&gt;But i can't do it alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching out...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rescue me&lt;br /&gt;Show me who i am&lt;br /&gt;Cause i can't believe this is how the story ends&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fight for me&lt;br /&gt;If it's not too late&lt;br /&gt;Help me breathe again&lt;br /&gt;No, this can't be how the story ends&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm locked up and waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I've lost so much more then i'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;Love has the truth forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Find me now&lt;br /&gt;Before i lose it all&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying out&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rescue me&lt;br /&gt;Show me who i am&lt;br /&gt;Cause i can't believe&lt;br /&gt;This is how the story ends&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fight for me&lt;br /&gt;If it's not to late&lt;br /&gt;Help me breath again&lt;br /&gt;No this can't be how the story ends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rescue me&lt;br /&gt;Show me who i am&lt;br /&gt;Cause i can't believe&lt;br /&gt;This is how the story ends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fight for me&lt;br /&gt;If it's not to late&lt;br /&gt;Help me breath again&lt;br /&gt;No this can't be how the story ends"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rescue Me&lt;/span&gt; - Kerrie Roberts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Once Upon a Time Opening Song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-3060449294056958101?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3060449294056958101/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=3060449294056958101' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/3060449294056958101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/3060449294056958101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-waking-nightmare-lingers-when-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nu48TZUgDo/TuUkQVu9y0I/AAAAAAAABfo/OT3hABu98cA/s72-c/always.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-7891981899298152782</id><published>2011-12-07T12:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-07T12:22:21.702Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: right;"&gt;"What you gonna do when things go wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: right;"&gt;What you gonna do when it all cracks up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: right;"&gt;What you gonna do when the love burns down?&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna do when the flames go up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who is gonna come and turn the tide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: right;"&gt;What's it gonna take to make a dream survive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: right;"&gt;Who's got the touch to calm the storm inside?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who's gonna save you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alive and Kicking -&lt;/span&gt; Simple Minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-7891981899298152782?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7891981899298152782/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=7891981899298152782' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7891981899298152782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7891981899298152782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-you-gonna-do-when-things-go-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-2329945263094442105</id><published>2011-11-30T20:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-30T20:39:57.798Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;"You call to me, and I fall at your feet&lt;br /&gt; How could anyone ask for more?&lt;br /&gt; And our time apart, like knives in my heart&lt;br /&gt; How could anyone ask for more?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;But if there's a pill to help me forget&lt;br /&gt; God knows I haven't found it yet&lt;br /&gt; But I'm dying to, God I'm trying to&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;Tryin not to love you, only goes so far&lt;br /&gt; Trying not to need you, is tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt; Can't see the silver lining, down here on the floor&lt;br /&gt; And I just keep on trying, but I don't know what for&lt;br /&gt; Cause trying not to love you&lt;br /&gt; Only makes me love you more&lt;br /&gt; Only makes me love you more&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;And this kind of pain, only times takes away&lt;br /&gt; That's why it's harder to let you go&lt;br /&gt; And Nothing i can do, without thinking of you&lt;br /&gt; That's why it's harder to let you go&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;But if there's a pill to help me forget&lt;br /&gt; God knows I haven't found it yet&lt;br /&gt; But I'm dying to, God I'm trying to&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;Tryin not to love you, only goes so far&lt;br /&gt; Trying not to need you, is tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt; Can't see the silver lining, down here on the floor&lt;br /&gt; And I just keep on trying, but I don't know what for&lt;br /&gt; Cause trying not to love you&lt;br /&gt; Only makes me love you more&lt;br /&gt; Only makes me love you more&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;So I sit here divided, just talking to myself&lt;br /&gt; Was something that I did?&lt;br /&gt; Was there somebody else?&lt;br /&gt; When a voice from behind me, that was fighting back tears&lt;br /&gt; Set right donw beside me, and whispered in my ear&lt;br /&gt; Tonight I'm dying to tell you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;That tryin not to love you, only went so far&lt;br /&gt; Trying not to need you, was tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt; Now I see the silver lining, from what we've fighting for&lt;br /&gt; And if we just keep on trying, we could be much more&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause trying not to love you&lt;br /&gt; Only makes me love you more&lt;br /&gt; Only makes me love you more"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trying not to love you - Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-2329945263094442105?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2329945263094442105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=2329945263094442105' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/2329945263094442105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/2329945263094442105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-call-to-me-and-i-fall-at-your-feet.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-7507590630354185616</id><published>2011-11-20T23:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-20T23:38:02.968Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"E quando a mão dele soltou a minha, eu soube. Simplesmente soube que era o fim. Tão certo como a chuva que caía lá fora. Tão certo como ser Novembro. Com aquele último toque, eu soube.&lt;br /&gt;Olhei-o nos olhos uma última vez, sem saber se o voltaria a ver algum dia, mas certa que a nossa história terminava ali. Tentei sorrir, mas saiu apenas uma sombra de um sorriso. Virei-me e sai o mais calmamente que consegui, quando na verdade o que eu queria era correr, correr rua fora, pela noite adentro sem querer saber do destino nem de direcções. Virei-me e baixei a cabeça, rezando para ele não me chamar ou veria os meus olhos marejados de lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Mal vi o caminho, mal via as pessoas, mal sabia se estava a ir para o sitio certo, eu só queria sair dali...&lt;br /&gt;E quando entrei no carro, encharcada até aos ossos, deixei tudo sair... Deixei toda aquela tristeza invadir o meu corpo, deixei as lágrimas caírem, deixei a dor tomar conta de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Pareceu uma eternidade, todos estes passos e quando me senti preparada, liguei o carro e parti, sabendo que o meu coração se partira em dois."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-7507590630354185616?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7507590630354185616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=7507590630354185616' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7507590630354185616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7507590630354185616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-quando-mao-dele-soltou-minha-eu-soube.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-2403715856943197516</id><published>2011-07-18T11:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-07-18T11:43:30.251Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I know I can't take one more step towards you&lt;br /&gt; Cause all that's waiting is regret&lt;br /&gt; Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore&lt;br /&gt; You lost the love I loved the most&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I learned to live, half alive&lt;br /&gt; And now you want me one more time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;And who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt; Running 'round leaving scars&lt;br /&gt; Collecting your jar of hearts&lt;br /&gt; And tearing love apart&lt;br /&gt; You're gonna catch a cold&lt;br /&gt; From the ice inside your soul&lt;br /&gt; So don't come back for me&lt;br /&gt; Who do you think you are?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I hear you're asking all around&lt;br /&gt; If I am anywhere to be found&lt;br /&gt; But I have grown too strong&lt;br /&gt; To ever fall back in your arms&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've learned to live, half alive&lt;br /&gt; And now you want me one more time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;And who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt; Running 'round leaving scars&lt;br /&gt; Collecting your jar of hearts&lt;br /&gt; And tearing love apart&lt;br /&gt; You're gonna catch a cold&lt;br /&gt; From the ice inside your soul&lt;br /&gt; So don't come back for me&lt;br /&gt; Who do you think you are?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear, it took so long just to feel alright&lt;br /&gt; Remember how to put back the light in my eyes&lt;br /&gt; I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed&lt;br /&gt; Cause you broke all your promises&lt;br /&gt; And now you're back&lt;br /&gt; You don't get to get me back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;And who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt; Running around leaving scars&lt;br /&gt; Collecting your jar of hearts&lt;br /&gt; And tearing love apart&lt;br /&gt; You're gonna catch a cold&lt;br /&gt; From the ice inside your soul&lt;br /&gt; So don't come back for me&lt;br /&gt; Don't come back at all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt; Who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt; Who do you think you are?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jar of Hearts&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christina Perri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-2403715856943197516?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2403715856943197516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=2403715856943197516' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/2403715856943197516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/2403715856943197516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-know-i-cant-take-one-more-step.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-8309532628287706057</id><published>2011-07-11T22:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-07-11T22:54:01.623Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não chegues como se nada fosse nem hajas como se tivesse sido ontem e continua tudo igual.&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo mudou, e nenhum de nós é o mesmo daquele tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Não penses só porque eu continuo no mesmo lugar, que continuo a sentir o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Porque o sentimento morreu, foi levado com vento, o tempo, a chuva e o frio.&lt;br /&gt;Não te iludas, nem interpretes mal o meu sorriso ou os meus gestos.&lt;br /&gt;Porque não é felicidade de te ver, nem esperanças renovadas, é apenas a boa educação a falar mais alto.&lt;br /&gt;Porque na realidade eu não te queria ver nunca mais. Nunca.&lt;br /&gt;Não queria olhar para ti e ver que a dor que deixaste suplanta todo o bem que fizeste.&lt;br /&gt;Não queria saber o que tens feito nestes anos que eu demorei a recompor-me, a remontar-me, a reaprender a confiar, a voltar a ser eu.&lt;br /&gt;Mas principalmente, não queria ver que eu segui em frente de cabeça erguida, e tu andas para trás de cabeça baixa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-8309532628287706057?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8309532628287706057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=8309532628287706057' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/8309532628287706057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/8309532628287706057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-chegues-como-se-nada-fosse-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-5690509688350631452</id><published>2011-06-13T22:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-06-13T22:38:05.293Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Your cruel device&lt;br /&gt; Your blood like ice&lt;br /&gt; One look could kill&lt;br /&gt; My pain, your thrill&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna love you, but i better not touch (don't touch)&lt;br /&gt; I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop&lt;br /&gt; I wanna kiss you, but i want it too much (too much)&lt;br /&gt; I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison.&lt;br /&gt; Your poison running through my veins,&lt;br /&gt; Your poison...&lt;br /&gt; I don't wanna break these chains.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your mouth so hot&lt;br /&gt; Your web, i'm caught&lt;br /&gt; Your skin, so wet&lt;br /&gt; Black lace, on sweat&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (and pins)&lt;br /&gt; I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name&lt;br /&gt; Don't wanna touch you, but you're under my skin (deep in)&lt;br /&gt; I wanna kiss you but your lips are venomous poison.&lt;br /&gt; Your poison running through my veins,&lt;br /&gt; Your poison...&lt;br /&gt; I don't wanna break these chains.&lt;br /&gt; Poison....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One look (one look)&lt;br /&gt; Could kill (could kill)&lt;br /&gt; My pain, your thrill&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna love you, but i better not touch (don't touch)&lt;br /&gt; I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop&lt;br /&gt; I wanna kiss you, but i want it too much (too much)&lt;br /&gt; I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison.&lt;br /&gt; Your poison running through my veins,&lt;br /&gt; Your poison...&lt;br /&gt; I don't wanna break these chains.&lt;br /&gt; Poison...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wanna love you, but i better not touch (don't touch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I wanna kiss you, but i want it too much (too much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Your poison running through my veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Your poison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I don't wanna break these chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Poison"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poison - Tarja Turunen&lt;br /&gt;*Ari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-5690509688350631452?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5690509688350631452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=5690509688350631452' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/5690509688350631452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/5690509688350631452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/06/your-cruel-device-your-blood-like-ice.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-4233502254544438545</id><published>2011-06-01T21:21:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-07-11T22:42:46.006Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sabes aquele momento em que já não temos nada a perder, porque na verdade já perdemos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando já não temos trunfos, quando não conseguimos fazer xeque-mate, quando não possuímos o Royal Flush.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele momento, breve, como uma respiração, um piscar de olhos, um bater de asas, quando sabemos que perdemos, apesar de tudo o que tínhamos, perdemos.&lt;br /&gt;Uma derrota pesada e difícil de aceitar porque existiu um momento em que pensámos mesmo que íamos ganhar. Porque tínhamos uma boa mão, porque tínhamos uma carta alta, porque tínhamos a Rainha segura.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes esse momento?&lt;br /&gt;Quando a realidade nos bate com tanta força, como se fossemos atropelados por um comboio a alta velocidade, e a dor é tão grande e tão invasiva que não conseguimos ignorar mais que perdemos.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento, em que nos apercebemos que tudo está por terra, que nós fomos deitados abaixo, e sentimos o sabor da derrota, tão amargo que até custa engolir.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, esse momento, que no fundo de nós sabíamos que ia chegar desde o início do jogo porque na verdade, estivemos apenas a fazer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bluff&lt;/span&gt; para o adversário pensar que estávamos à altura, que éramos capazes, que sabíamos o que estávamos a fazer, que conhecíamos as regras.&lt;br /&gt;Mas bem no fundo a única certeza que tínhamos era que íamos perder, e perdemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-4233502254544438545?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4233502254544438545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=4233502254544438545' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/4233502254544438545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/4233502254544438545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/06/sabes-aquele-momento-em-que-ja-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-582830896957538510</id><published>2011-05-23T20:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-05-23T20:47:02.286Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QjCVBmONlYE/TdrHn93fipI/AAAAAAAABfU/iYeVpmIktp4/s1600/tumblr_le7yn3fjrr1qdzzz7o1_500_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QjCVBmONlYE/TdrHn93fipI/AAAAAAAABfU/iYeVpmIktp4/s320/tumblr_le7yn3fjrr1qdzzz7o1_500_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610015775279516306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;" id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know that I'm a crazy bitch&lt;br /&gt; I do what I want when I feel like it&lt;br /&gt; All I wanna do is lose control&lt;br /&gt; But you don't really give a shit&lt;br /&gt; You go, you go, you go with it&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause you're fucking crazy Rock 'n' Roll&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yeah You said hey&lt;br /&gt; What's your name?&lt;br /&gt; It took one look&lt;br /&gt; And now I'm not the same&lt;br /&gt; Yeah, you said hey&lt;br /&gt; And since that day&lt;br /&gt; You stole my heart&lt;br /&gt; And you're the one to blame&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And that's why I smile&lt;br /&gt; It's been a while&lt;br /&gt; Since everyday and everything has felt this right&lt;br /&gt; And now&lt;br /&gt; You turn it all around&lt;br /&gt; And suddenly&lt;br /&gt; You're all I need, the reason, why&lt;br /&gt; I smile&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Last night I blacked out, I think&lt;br /&gt; What did you, what did you put in my drink?&lt;br /&gt; I remember making out and then, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt; I woke up with a new tattoo&lt;br /&gt; Your name was on me and my name was on you&lt;br /&gt; I would do it all over again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yeah You said hey&lt;br /&gt; What's your name?&lt;br /&gt; It took one look&lt;br /&gt; And now I'm not the same&lt;br /&gt; Yeah, you said hey&lt;br /&gt; And since that day&lt;br /&gt; You stole my heart&lt;br /&gt; And you're the one to blame&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And that's why I smile&lt;br /&gt; It's been a while&lt;br /&gt; Since everyday and everything has felt this right&lt;br /&gt; And now&lt;br /&gt; You turn it all around&lt;br /&gt; And suddenly&lt;br /&gt; You're all I need, the reason&lt;br /&gt; Why&lt;br /&gt; I smile&lt;br /&gt; The reason, why&lt;br /&gt; I smile&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You know that I'm a crazy bitch&lt;br /&gt; I do what I want when I feel like it&lt;br /&gt; All I wanna do is lose control&lt;br /&gt; You know that I'm a crazy bitch&lt;br /&gt; I do what I want when I feel like it&lt;br /&gt; All I wanna do is lose control&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And that's why I smile&lt;br /&gt; It's been a while&lt;br /&gt; Since everyday and everything has felt this right&lt;br /&gt; And now&lt;br /&gt; You turn it all around&lt;br /&gt; And suddenly&lt;br /&gt; You're all I need, the reason, why&lt;br /&gt; I smile&lt;br /&gt; The reason, the reason why&lt;br /&gt; I smile&lt;br /&gt; The reason why&lt;br /&gt; I smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smile &lt;/span&gt;- Avril Lavigne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;*Ari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-582830896957538510?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/582830896957538510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=582830896957538510' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/582830896957538510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/582830896957538510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-know-that-im-crazy-bitch-i-do-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QjCVBmONlYE/TdrHn93fipI/AAAAAAAABfU/iYeVpmIktp4/s72-c/tumblr_le7yn3fjrr1qdzzz7o1_500_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-6289223869176700215</id><published>2011-05-19T22:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-05-19T22:20:01.849Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a fire starting in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Finally, I can see you crystal clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Go head and sell me out and I'll lay your ship bare&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See how I'll leave with every piece of you&lt;br /&gt; Don't underestimate the things that I will do&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a fire starting in my heart&lt;br /&gt; Reaching a fever pitch and its bringing me out the dark&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The scars of your love remind me of us&lt;br /&gt; They keep me thinking that we almost had it all&lt;br /&gt; The scars of your love, they leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt; I can't help feeling&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt; (You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt; Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt; (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt; You had my heart inside of your hand&lt;br /&gt; (You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt; And you played it to the beat&lt;br /&gt; (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby, I have no story to be told&lt;br /&gt; But I've heard one of you and I'm gonna make your head burn&lt;br /&gt; Think of me in the depths of your despair&lt;br /&gt; Making a home down there, as mine sure won't be shared&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt; The scars of your love remind me of us&lt;br /&gt; (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt; They keep me thinking that we almost had it all&lt;br /&gt; (You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt; The scars of your love, they leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt; (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt; I can't help feeling&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt; (You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt; Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt; (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt; You had my heart inside of your hand&lt;br /&gt; (You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt; And you played it to the beat&lt;br /&gt; (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could have had it all&lt;br /&gt; Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt; You had my heart inside of your hand&lt;br /&gt; But you played it with a beating&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Throw your soul through every open door&lt;br /&gt; Count your blessings to find what you look for&lt;br /&gt; Turn my sorrow into treasured gold&lt;br /&gt; You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt; We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt; (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt; We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt; (You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt; It all, it all, it all&lt;br /&gt; (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt; (You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt; Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt; (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt; You had my heart inside of your hand&lt;br /&gt; (You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt; And you played it to the beat&lt;br /&gt; (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could have had it all&lt;br /&gt; (You're gonna wish you never had met me)&lt;br /&gt; Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt; (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)&lt;br /&gt; You had my heart inside of your hand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you played it&lt;br /&gt; You played it&lt;br /&gt; You played it&lt;br /&gt; You played it to the beat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rolling in the Deep - Glee Version&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-6289223869176700215?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6289223869176700215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=6289223869176700215' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/6289223869176700215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/6289223869176700215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/05/theres-fire-starting-in-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-5350121043091865706</id><published>2011-05-16T20:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-05-16T22:02:39.751Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tudo me passava ao lado.&lt;br /&gt;Olhava mas não via, escutava mas não ouvia.&lt;br /&gt;Era como se não fosse eu, como se não estivesse ali.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sentia o mundo andar a uma velocidade diferente da minha. Era como se eu estivesse parada. E todos a minha volta se movessem a uma velocidade sobre-humana. Só que eu não estava parada! Eu estava a correr o máximo que conseguia.&lt;br /&gt;E tudo permanecia no mesmo lugar, da mesma maneira.&lt;br /&gt;Era uma espécie de piada cósmica, e eu estava presa numa segunda dimensão.&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo sentindo um enorme desespero, um medo irracional, como se a qualquer momento tudo fosse acabar e eu não fazia nem podia fazer, nada para o impedir, continuava tudo em suspenso.&lt;br /&gt;Era como se eu vivesse a Calmaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim.&lt;br /&gt;Era sem duvida a Calmaria.&lt;br /&gt;O único problema era que eu não tinha passado pela Tempestade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-5350121043091865706?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5350121043091865706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=5350121043091865706' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/5350121043091865706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/5350121043091865706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/05/tudo-me-passava-ao-lado.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-3881345710936459821</id><published>2011-05-05T22:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-05-05T22:48:56.000Z</updated><title type='text'>Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm not snow white, but i'm lost inside this forest&lt;br /&gt; I'm not red riding hood, but i think the wolves have got me&lt;br /&gt; Don't want your stilettos and i'm, not cinderella&lt;br /&gt; I don't need a knight, so baby take off all your armor&lt;br /&gt; You be the beast, and I'll be the beauty, beauty&lt;br /&gt; Who needs true love, as long as you love me truly&lt;br /&gt; I want it all, but I want you more&lt;br /&gt; Will you wake me up boy if i bite your poison apple&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't believe in fairytales&lt;br /&gt; But I believe in you and me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Take me to wonderland&lt;br /&gt; Take me to, take me to, take me to wonderland&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I lay my head down to go to sleep at night&lt;br /&gt; My dreams consist of things that'll make you wanna hide&lt;br /&gt; Don't let me in your tower, show me your magic powers&lt;br /&gt; I'm not afraid to face a little bit of danger, danger&lt;br /&gt; I want the love, the money, and the perfect ending&lt;br /&gt; You want the same as i, i, so stop pretending&lt;br /&gt; I wanna show you how-a, good we could be together&lt;br /&gt; I wanna love you through the night and be your sweet disaster&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't believe in fairytales&lt;br /&gt; But I believe in you and me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Take me to wonderland&lt;br /&gt; Take me to, take me to, take me to wonderland&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wonderland&lt;/span&gt; - Natalia Kills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-3881345710936459821?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3881345710936459821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=3881345710936459821' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/3881345710936459821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/3881345710936459821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/05/wonderland.html' title='Wonderland'/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-1644565704500937580</id><published>2011-05-02T19:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-05-02T21:16:36.029Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dD42y0eCzas/Tb8X6KQN_PI/AAAAAAAABfM/LvLc7Egc2Ys/s1600/DSCF2970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dD42y0eCzas/Tb8X6KQN_PI/AAAAAAAABfM/LvLc7Egc2Ys/s320/DSCF2970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602222749424418034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver-te é como um cocktail de emoções. É como ver o pôr-do-sol na praia, sentir o cheiro da terra molhada depois da chuva num dia quente, como molhar os pés no ribeiro frio, como uma brisa de verão numa noite abafada, como olhar a Lua e as estrelas deitada na relva húmida, como ver as gotas de orvalho no frio da manhã, como passear na Serra e cheirar as árvores.&lt;br /&gt;Só o facto de te ver alegra-me o dia e deixa-me um sorriso nos lábios. Mesmo quando não me vês, quando a minha presença passa totalmente despercebida.&lt;br /&gt;Ver-te dá-me uma sensação de bem-estar que é difícil de alcançar no dia-a-dia.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro ver-te, só pelo simples facto de me alegrares o espírito, me elevares a alma.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, ver-te faz-me bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-1644565704500937580?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1644565704500937580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=1644565704500937580' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/1644565704500937580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/1644565704500937580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/05/ver-te-e-como-um-cocktail.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dD42y0eCzas/Tb8X6KQN_PI/AAAAAAAABfM/LvLc7Egc2Ys/s72-c/DSCF2970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-3166054180093656796</id><published>2011-04-25T20:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:53:00.765Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QwZhhK1WnEM/TbXe3MAVVSI/AAAAAAAABfE/7n1h-3gi-qw/s1600/24673_399968542088_729477088_3806741_3856745_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QwZhhK1WnEM/TbXe3MAVVSI/AAAAAAAABfE/7n1h-3gi-qw/s320/24673_399968542088_729477088_3806741_3856745_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599626751401874722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Elena:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you really had had a choice, would you have chosen to die in 1864? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don’t know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Never thought about that?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damon: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ve thought about that so many times I lost the count. Never found an answer to this question.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elena:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know, sometimes I wish I’d died in that car with my parents.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I mean, I’d rather die in a car accident than being sacrificed during some freaky ancient vampire ritual. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can understand. But we’re going to make sure you don’t die.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Good.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We would have never met then.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, that would be a very fortunate turn of events. You’re &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; annoying, Elena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elena: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You’re such an ass. Do you regret meeting me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; More every day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, come on. I’m serious.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Not for a second. You?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Do I regret meeting self-serving vampire psychopath with no redeeming qualities?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I’m going to pretend that that hurt. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, I don’t regret."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fanfic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt; &lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-3166054180093656796?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3166054180093656796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=3166054180093656796' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/3166054180093656796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/3166054180093656796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/04/elena-if-you-really-had-had-choice.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QwZhhK1WnEM/TbXe3MAVVSI/AAAAAAAABfE/7n1h-3gi-qw/s72-c/24673_399968542088_729477088_3806741_3856745_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-708686808332337122</id><published>2011-04-19T17:38:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-04-19T17:46:44.768Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0T5nKHPi44c/Ta3KPjEXGcI/AAAAAAAABeU/EpPKH4DWE5g/s1600/Red_Riding_Hood_Nov17newsnea1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0T5nKHPi44c/Ta3KPjEXGcI/AAAAAAAABeU/EpPKH4DWE5g/s320/Red_Riding_Hood_Nov17newsnea1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597352280351775170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"-Ainda não sabes?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sei o quê?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Acertaram o teu casamento com Henry Lazar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A minha mãe conseguiu o que queria. Dinheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- E o Henry conseguiu o que desejava. Tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- O que faremos agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Queres casar com ele?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sabes que não.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Prova-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Como?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Foge comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- E para onde iríamos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Para onde quisesses. Para a praia, a cidade... Para as montanhas...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tens medo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- A sério? Deixarias a tua casa, a tua família? Toda a tua vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Faria tudo para ficar contigo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pensei que dirias isso."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red Riding Hood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-708686808332337122?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/708686808332337122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=708686808332337122' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/708686808332337122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/708686808332337122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/04/ainda-nao-sabes-sei-o-que-acertaram-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0T5nKHPi44c/Ta3KPjEXGcI/AAAAAAAABeU/EpPKH4DWE5g/s72-c/Red_Riding_Hood_Nov17newsnea1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-5233007545857203516</id><published>2011-04-15T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:01:24.821Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You could be the one in my dreams&lt;br /&gt; You could be much more than you seem&lt;br /&gt; Anything I wanted in life&lt;br /&gt; Do you understand what I mean?&lt;br /&gt; I can see that this could be faith&lt;br /&gt; I can love you more than they hate&lt;br /&gt; Doesn't matter who they will blame&lt;br /&gt; We can beat them at their own game&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt; It doesn't count as a surprise&lt;br /&gt; I see you dancing like a star&lt;br /&gt; No matter how different we are&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For all this time I've been loving you&lt;br /&gt; Don't even know your name&lt;br /&gt; For just one night, we could be the same&lt;br /&gt; No matter what they say&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I feel I'm turning the page&lt;br /&gt; And I feel the world is a stage&lt;br /&gt; I don't think that drama will stop&lt;br /&gt; I don't think they'll give up the rage&lt;br /&gt; But i know the world could be great&lt;br /&gt; I can love you more than they hate&lt;br /&gt; Doesn't matter who they will blame&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You could be the one in my dreams&lt;br /&gt; You could be much more than you seem&lt;br /&gt; Anything I wanted in life&lt;br /&gt; Do you understand what I mean?&lt;br /&gt; I can see that this could be faith&lt;br /&gt; I can love you more than they hate&lt;br /&gt; Doesn't matter who they will blame&lt;br /&gt; We can beat them at their own game&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt; It doesn't count as a surprise&lt;br /&gt; I see you dancing like a star&lt;br /&gt; No matter how different we are&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For all this time I've been loving you&lt;br /&gt; Don't even know your name&lt;br /&gt; For just one night, we could be the same&lt;br /&gt; No matter what they say&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I feel I'm turning the page&lt;br /&gt; And I feel the world is a stage&lt;br /&gt; I don't think that drama will stop&lt;br /&gt; I don't think they'll give up the rage&lt;br /&gt; But i know the world could be great&lt;br /&gt; I can love you more than they hate&lt;br /&gt; Doesn't matter who they will blame&lt;br /&gt; We can beat them at their own game&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt; It doesn't count as a surprise&lt;br /&gt; I see you dancing like a star&lt;br /&gt; No matter how different we are&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For all this time I've been loving you&lt;br /&gt; Don't even know your name&lt;br /&gt; For just one night, we could be the same&lt;br /&gt; No matter what they say&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For all this time I've been loving you&lt;br /&gt; Don't even know your name&lt;br /&gt; For just one night, we could be the same&lt;br /&gt; No matter what they say&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter what they say&lt;br /&gt; No matter what they say&lt;br /&gt; We could be the same&lt;br /&gt; No matter what they say&lt;br /&gt; Beat them at their own game&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt; It doesn't count as a surprise&lt;br /&gt; I see you dancing like a star&lt;br /&gt; No matter how different we are&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For all this time I've been loving you&lt;br /&gt; Don't even know your name&lt;br /&gt; For just one night, we could be the same&lt;br /&gt; No matter what they say&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter what they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  No matter what they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  We could be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  No matter what they say&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We Could be the Same&lt;/span&gt; - Manga&lt;br /&gt;*Ari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-5233007545857203516?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5233007545857203516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=5233007545857203516' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/5233007545857203516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/5233007545857203516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-could-be-one-in-my-dreams-you-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-303374920875140062</id><published>2011-04-14T20:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-04-14T20:45:44.116Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TM-lg5JlvAc/TadcxVp4J-I/AAAAAAAABeM/Vps5ezZzex0/s1600/216930_208867435798970_178136118872102_836585_7756023_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TM-lg5JlvAc/TadcxVp4J-I/AAAAAAAABeM/Vps5ezZzex0/s320/216930_208867435798970_178136118872102_836585_7756023_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595543064727267298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So I got my boots on, got the right amount of leather&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm doing me up with a black colour liner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm working my strut but I know it don't matter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we need in this world is some love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a thin line between the dark side&lt;br /&gt;and the light side baby tonight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a struggle gotta rumble tryin' to find it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;But if I had you, that would be the only thing I'd ever need&lt;br /&gt;Yeah if I had you, the money fame and fortune never could compete&lt;br /&gt;If I had you, life would be a party it'd be ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Yeah if I had you&lt;br /&gt;You y-y-y-y do y-y-y-y-y do y-y-y-y-y do&lt;br /&gt;If I had you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;From New York to la getting high rock and rolling&lt;br /&gt;Get a room trash it up 'til it's ten in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Girls in stripper heels, boys rolling in Maseratis&lt;br /&gt;What they need in this world is some love&lt;br /&gt;There's a thin line between the wild time and a flatline baby tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's a struggle gotta rumble tryin' to find it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;But if I had you, that would be the only thing I'd ever need&lt;br /&gt;Yeah if I had you, the money fame and fortune never could compete&lt;br /&gt;If I had you, life would be a party it'd be ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Yeah if I had you&lt;br /&gt;You y-y-y-y do y-y-y-y-y do y-y-y-y-y do&lt;br /&gt;If I had&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;The flashing of the lights&lt;br /&gt;It might feel so good but I got you stuck on my mind, yeah&lt;br /&gt;The flashing and the stage it might get me high right&lt;br /&gt;But it don't mean a thing tonight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;That would be the only thing I'd ever need&lt;br /&gt;Yeah if I had you, the money fame and fortune never could compete&lt;br /&gt;If I had you, life would be a party it'd be ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Yeah if I had you&lt;br /&gt;You y-y-y-y do y-y-y-y-y do y-y-y-y-y do&lt;br /&gt;If I had you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;That would be the only thing I'd ever need&lt;br /&gt;Yeah if I had you, the money fame and fortune never could compete (never could compete with you)&lt;br /&gt;If I had you, life would be a party it'd be ecstasy (it'd be ecstasy with you)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah if I had you&lt;br /&gt;You y-y-y-y do y-y-y-y-y do y-y-y-y-y do&lt;br /&gt;If I had you"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: right;"&gt;If I Had You - Adam Lambert&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-303374920875140062?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/303374920875140062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=303374920875140062' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/303374920875140062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/303374920875140062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-i-got-my-boots-on-got-right-amount.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TM-lg5JlvAc/TadcxVp4J-I/AAAAAAAABeM/Vps5ezZzex0/s72-c/216930_208867435798970_178136118872102_836585_7756023_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-3991065788605701751</id><published>2011-04-13T12:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-04-13T12:57:37.216Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Z0Ca_Z0jt8/TaWdp4vdoZI/AAAAAAAABeE/mptBBBeIT14/s1600/190109_203602549658792_178136118872102_789213_3787057_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Z0Ca_Z0jt8/TaWdp4vdoZI/AAAAAAAABeE/mptBBBeIT14/s320/190109_203602549658792_178136118872102_789213_3787057_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595051455009366418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So hot out the box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can you pick up the pace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Turn it up, Heat it up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I need to be entertained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Push the limit, are you with it, baby don't be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'mma hurt you real good, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's go, it's my show, Baby do what I say&lt;br /&gt;Don't trip off the glitz that I'm gonna display&lt;br /&gt;I told you I'mma hold ya down until you're amazed&lt;br /&gt;Give it to ya t'ill your screamin' my name&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;No escaping when I start&lt;br /&gt;Once I'm in I own your heart&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to ring the alarm&lt;br /&gt;So hold on until it's over&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, do you know what you got into?&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle what I'm about to do?&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's about to get rough for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for your entertainment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I bet you thought I was soft and sweet&lt;br /&gt;You thought an angel swept you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm about to turn up the heat&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for your entertainment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;'Sall right&lt;br /&gt;You'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm in control&lt;br /&gt;Take the pain&lt;br /&gt;Take the pleasure&lt;br /&gt;I'm the master of both&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, not your mind&lt;br /&gt;Let me into your soul&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna work it 'till your totally blown&lt;br /&gt;No escaping when I start&lt;br /&gt;Once I'm in I own your heart&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to ring the alarm&lt;br /&gt;So hold on until it's over&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, do you know what you got into?&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle what i'm about to do?&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's about to get rough for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for your entertainment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I bet you thought I was soft and sweet&lt;br /&gt;You thought an angel swept you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm about to turn up the heat&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for your entertainment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you like what you see?&lt;br /&gt;Let me entertain ya 'till you scream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, do you know what you got into?&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle what i'm about to do?&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's about to get rough for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for your entertainment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I bet you thought I was soft and sweet&lt;br /&gt;You thought an angel swept you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm about to turn up the heat&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for your entertainment"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;For Your Entertainment - Adam Lambert&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;*Ari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-3991065788605701751?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3991065788605701751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=3991065788605701751' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/3991065788605701751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/3991065788605701751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-hot-out-box-can-you-pick-up-pace.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Z0Ca_Z0jt8/TaWdp4vdoZI/AAAAAAAABeE/mptBBBeIT14/s72-c/190109_203602549658792_178136118872102_789213_3787057_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-4508649741708832494</id><published>2011-04-07T21:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-04-07T22:28:18.243Z</updated><title type='text'>The soul you're about to sell for passion deranged</title><content type='html'>"Faltavam dois minutos para a meia-noite e ela estava nervosa.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda tinha tempo de desistir, no fundo, era uma ideia insana. E ela sabia-o, mas ela era insana por isso a ideia era apenas normal.&lt;br /&gt;Respirou fundo. Era apenas um negócio. E vistas as coisas, era um excelente negócio.&lt;br /&gt;Ela dava uma coisa que nem sequer via, tocava ou precisava e recebia o que queria, amava e desejava.&lt;br /&gt;Era simples. Tão simples, por isso é que ela o ia fazer.&lt;br /&gt;É claro que existia o senão de ter uma data limite. Dez anos. Mas seriam dez anos de felicidade em vez de dez anos de solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Até podia ser apenas um ano, um dia ou uma hora. Não lhe importava.&lt;br /&gt;E era aí que residia a sua insanidade, esta despreocupação em dar qualquer coisa só para o ter.&lt;br /&gt;Não importava o custo desde que ele fosse dela. E isso é que a assustava.&lt;br /&gt;Ao longe, soou o sino da igreja. Estava na hora. Ela estava no local certo. Não deveria demorar muito.&lt;br /&gt;- Boa noite.&lt;br /&gt;A voz estava algures atrás dela. Rodou sobre si mesma e ficou sem ar. Ele era o homem mais bonito que alguma vez vira na sua vida. Por momentos esqueceu-se de tudo, até do seu nome.&lt;br /&gt;- Tens plena consciência do que estás disposta a vender?&lt;br /&gt;Ela pestanejou. A garganta estava seca, por isso pigarreou. Quase se esquecera do que viera ali fazer.&lt;br /&gt;- Sim. - a voz tremeu-lhe e ele franziu o sobrolho. A imagem do seu amado surgiu-lhe na mente e ela ganhou forças. - Sim! A minha alma por dez anos de felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;- Dez anos? - a voz dele soou bastante trocista. - Porque não mais?&lt;br /&gt;Porque ela sabia que o máximo possível eram dez anos. Mas não lhe ia dizer isso.&lt;br /&gt;- Dez anos bastam.&lt;br /&gt;- Muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;Ele aproximou-se dela e ela susteve a respiração, e quando os seus lábios se tocaram ela sentiu-se zonza. Ela aquela a sensação de se perder a alma?&lt;br /&gt;E ficou sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;A noite continuava igual, o céu negro com poucas estrelas, ao longe um cão ladrou. Ela sentia-se igual.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, não perdera um braço perdera a alma, ela nem sabia onde é que ela estaria na sua anatomia.&lt;br /&gt;Pegou no telemóvel e ligou para o número de sempre.&lt;br /&gt;- Desculpa acordar-te, era só para dizer que te amo.&lt;br /&gt;E desligou.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, fora a escolha acertada. A única maneira de ficarem juntos seria com o sacrifício de um deles. E ela decidira fazê-lo. Melhor amar dez anos que vivê-los completamente sozinha. Arrumou o telemóvel e partiu.&lt;br /&gt;E jurou a si mesma, que nos próximos dez anos nunca voltaria àquela encruzilhada."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-4508649741708832494?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4508649741708832494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=4508649741708832494' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/4508649741708832494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/4508649741708832494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/04/soul-youre-about-to-sell-for-passion.html' title='The soul you&apos;re about to sell for passion deranged'/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-1367516777694239286</id><published>2011-04-06T22:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:40:39.705Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIVJBrbl6c8/TZzrcrVO0oI/AAAAAAAABd8/6DKT5RO3Eak/s1600/DSCF2911-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIVJBrbl6c8/TZzrcrVO0oI/AAAAAAAABd8/6DKT5RO3Eak/s320/DSCF2911-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592603715187954306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Little supernovas in my head&lt;br /&gt; Little soft pulses in my dead&lt;br /&gt; Little souvenirs and secrets shared&lt;br /&gt; Little of guard and unprepared&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was never good enough to find&lt;br /&gt; I was never bad enough to mind&lt;br /&gt; In the middle I will do my best&lt;br /&gt; Take me in your arms and leave the rest&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will give you anything to&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say you want to stay, you want me to&lt;br /&gt; Say you'll never die, you'll always haunt me&lt;br /&gt; I want to know I belong to you&lt;br /&gt; Say you'll haunt me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Together, together we'll be together, together forever&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little variations on my page&lt;br /&gt; Little doors open on my cage&lt;br /&gt; Little time has come and gone so far&lt;br /&gt; Little by little who you are&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can see the patterns on your face&lt;br /&gt; I can see the miracles I trace&lt;br /&gt; Symmetry in shadows I can't hide&lt;br /&gt; I JUST WANT TO BE RIGHT BY YOUR SIDE&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will give you everything to&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say you want to stay you want me too&lt;br /&gt; Say you'll never die, you'll always haunt me&lt;br /&gt; I want to know I belong to you&lt;br /&gt; Say you'll haunt me&lt;br /&gt;Together, together we'll be together, together forever&lt;br /&gt; I BELONG TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;Little supernovas in my head&lt;br /&gt; Little soft pulses in my dead&lt;br /&gt; Little souvenirs and secrets shared&lt;br /&gt; Little of guard and unprepared&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will give you everything to&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say you want to stay you want me too&lt;br /&gt; Say you'll never die you'll always haunt me&lt;br /&gt; I want to know I belong to you&lt;br /&gt; Say you'll haunt meTogether, together we'll be together, together forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I BELONG TO YOU"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say You'll Haunt Me - Stone Sour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Presa na minha cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;*Ari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-1367516777694239286?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1367516777694239286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=1367516777694239286' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/1367516777694239286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/1367516777694239286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/04/little-supernovas-in-my-head-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIVJBrbl6c8/TZzrcrVO0oI/AAAAAAAABd8/6DKT5RO3Eak/s72-c/DSCF2911-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-1997323439974258750</id><published>2011-04-05T11:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-04-06T11:39:11.604Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3JoRHLNXEmw/TZxQ259WgxI/AAAAAAAABd0/V5q0qVoEb20/s1600/196601_206213449397702_178136118872102_811199_6049691_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3JoRHLNXEmw/TZxQ259WgxI/AAAAAAAABd0/V5q0qVoEb20/s320/196601_206213449397702_178136118872102_811199_6049691_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592433741488620306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You know there's a dirty word,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Never gonna say it first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  No it's just a thought that never crosses my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Maybe in the parking lot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Better bring your friend along,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Better rock together than just one at a time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S is for the simple need&lt;br /&gt;E is for the ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;X is just to mark the spot,&lt;br /&gt;Because that's the one you really want.&lt;br /&gt;(Yes!) Sex is always the answer, it's never a question,&lt;br /&gt;'Coz the answer's yes, or the answers (Yes).&lt;br /&gt;Not just a suggestion, if you ask a question,&lt;br /&gt;Then it's always yes. Yeeeah! (YES)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm loving what you wanna wear,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's up under there?&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I'll ever have it under my tongue?&lt;br /&gt;I'll love to try to set you free,&lt;br /&gt;I love you all over me.&lt;br /&gt;Love hearin' the sound you make the second you're done.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S is for the simple need&lt;br /&gt;E is for the ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;X is just to mark the spot,&lt;br /&gt;Because that's the one you really want.&lt;br /&gt;(Yes!) Sex is always the answer, it's never a question,&lt;br /&gt;'Coz the answer's yes, or the answers (Yes).&lt;br /&gt;Not just a suggestion, if you ask a question,&lt;br /&gt;Then it's always yes. Yeeeah! (YES)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S is for the simple need&lt;br /&gt;E is for the ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;X is just to mark the spot,&lt;br /&gt;Because that's the one you really want.&lt;br /&gt;(Yes!) Sex is always the answer, it's never a question,&lt;br /&gt;'Coz the answer's yes, or the answers (Yes).&lt;br /&gt;Not just a suggestion, if you ask a question,&lt;br /&gt;Then it's always yes. Yeeeah! (YES)&lt;br /&gt;Not just a suggestion, if you ask a question,&lt;br /&gt;Then it's always yes. Yeeeah! (YES)&lt;br /&gt;(Yes!) Sex is always the answer, it's never a question,&lt;br /&gt;'Coz the answer's yes, oh the answer's (Yes).&lt;br /&gt;Not just a suggestion, if you ask a question,&lt;br /&gt;Then it's always yes. Yeeeah! (YES)&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeeeah, yeeeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeeeah, yeeeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeeeah, yeeeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeeeah, yeeeah, yeah.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YES!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S.E.X. - Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*Ari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-1997323439974258750?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1997323439974258750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=1997323439974258750' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/1997323439974258750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/1997323439974258750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-know-theres-dirty-word-never-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3JoRHLNXEmw/TZxQ259WgxI/AAAAAAAABd0/V5q0qVoEb20/s72-c/196601_206213449397702_178136118872102_811199_6049691_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-4158484757544911009</id><published>2011-03-29T10:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-29T10:53:01.469Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="main_cnt"&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forgive me father, I have sinned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Darkness put her painted claws in me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Her vision drowns like service wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Whispered kisses so divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I was blessed but now i've come undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;Storm clouds roll out overhead&lt;br /&gt; Above their master&lt;br /&gt; End of all flesh, End of all days&lt;br /&gt; Love predicts disaster&lt;br /&gt; In her precious ways&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;I was burned, a sacerdotal soul&lt;br /&gt; By the demon queen of my dreams&lt;br /&gt; Infatuation turned to total control&lt;br /&gt; Her rose was sweet&lt;br /&gt; But her thorns were barbarous&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;''Love me&lt;br /&gt; And worship me&lt;br /&gt; I'll lavish you and ravish you&lt;br /&gt; Fulfil all wishes and fetishes too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;Many never want to see&lt;br /&gt; Many never want to know&lt;br /&gt; The truth behind their fantasies&lt;br /&gt; Their deepest needs&lt;br /&gt; Let alone be show them''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;Forgive me father, I have sinned&lt;br /&gt; Darkness put her painted claws in me again&lt;br /&gt; Her vision drowns like service wine&lt;br /&gt; Whispered kisses so divine&lt;br /&gt; I was blessed but now i've come undone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing left to do but run&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;Sodom rolls out modern death&lt;br /&gt; On casters ever faster&lt;br /&gt; End of all flesh, End of all days&lt;br /&gt; The stars predict disaster&lt;br /&gt; In her bastard ways&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;''Love me&lt;br /&gt; Ans worship me&lt;br /&gt; I'll nurture you and hurt you too&lt;br /&gt; Fulfil all wishes for my sad aladdin''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;She comes to me&lt;br /&gt; Like a sandstorm in an hourglass&lt;br /&gt; A whirlwind of desire&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm hypnotised&lt;br /&gt; To think beyond the pale&lt;br /&gt; Beyond heart-Stopping eyes&lt;br /&gt; And sopping Thighs&lt;br /&gt; I'm wont to fail&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;A wicked spell cast over me&lt;br /&gt; Addicted to her utterly&lt;br /&gt; Despite the horrors that gestate&lt;br /&gt; Beneath the beautiful&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;''I'll grant you life beyond your ken&lt;br /&gt; The envy of all other men&lt;br /&gt; Whatever vice will make you spend&lt;br /&gt; Eternity with me''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;Satan's concubine&lt;br /&gt; She makes her crime scenes shine from heaven&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;Forgive me father, I have sinned&lt;br /&gt; Darkness put her painted claws in me again&lt;br /&gt; Her vision drowns like service wine&lt;br /&gt; Whispered kisses so divine&lt;br /&gt; I was blessed but now i've come undone"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned) - Cradle of Filth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;*Ari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-4158484757544911009?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4158484757544911009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=4158484757544911009' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/4158484757544911009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/4158484757544911009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/03/forgive-me-father-i-have-sinned.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-5223239680044379786</id><published>2011-03-28T22:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-28T22:32:18.322Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um dia eu vou perder a cabeça e gritar.&lt;br /&gt;Vou gritar aos quatro ventos tudo o que tenho guardado cá dentro. E toda a gente vai saber o que eu andei a esconder.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse dia eu vou libertar tudo o que está preso em mim. E todos saberão a verdade como ela é.&lt;br /&gt;Quando esse dia chegar, não importa se estás por perto, porque quando eu gritar, onde quer que estejas, vais ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;E vais saber, todos vão saber.&lt;br /&gt;Porque esse dia está mais perto que nunca. O dia em que eu vou gritar e todos vão descobrir.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu vou perder a cabeça e gritar, e aí Tu vais saber tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, mas não hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou calar-me mais um pouco. Aguentar mais um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Mas um dia, eu vou perder a cabeça e gritar.&lt;br /&gt;E Tu vais então saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-5223239680044379786?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5223239680044379786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=5223239680044379786' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/5223239680044379786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/5223239680044379786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-dia-eu-vou-perder-cabeca-e-gritar.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-8029778318172413622</id><published>2011-03-28T21:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-28T21:35:26.881Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The world was on fire&lt;br /&gt; No one could save me but you&lt;br /&gt; It's strange what desire&lt;br /&gt; Will make foolish people do&lt;br /&gt; I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you&lt;br /&gt; And I never dreamed that I'd need somebody like you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No I don't wanna fall in love&lt;br /&gt; (This world is only gonna break your heart)&lt;br /&gt; And I don't wanna fall in love&lt;br /&gt; (This world is only gonna break your heart)&lt;br /&gt; With you&lt;br /&gt; (This world is only gonna break your heart)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a wicked game to play&lt;br /&gt; To make me feel this way&lt;br /&gt; What a wicked thing to do&lt;br /&gt; To let me dream of you&lt;br /&gt; What a wicked thing to say&lt;br /&gt; You never felt this way&lt;br /&gt; What a wicked thing to do&lt;br /&gt; To make me dream of you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I don't wanna fall in love&lt;br /&gt; (This world is only gonna break your heart)&lt;br /&gt; No I don't wanna fall in love&lt;br /&gt; (This world is only gonna break your heart)&lt;br /&gt; With you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The World was on fire&lt;br /&gt; No one could save me but you&lt;br /&gt; It's strange what desire&lt;br /&gt; Will make foolish people do&lt;br /&gt; No and I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you&lt;br /&gt; And I never dreamed&lt;br /&gt; That I'd lose somebody like you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No I don't wanna fall in love&lt;br /&gt; (This world is only gonna break your heart)&lt;br /&gt; No I don't wanna fall in love&lt;br /&gt; (This world is only gonna break your heart)&lt;br /&gt; With you&lt;br /&gt; (This world is only gonna break your heart)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  This world is only gonna break your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  This world is only gonna break your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Nobody loves no one"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wicked Game - H.I.M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Eu juro que esta música grita o teu nome por todos os lados...&lt;br /&gt;*Ari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-8029778318172413622?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8029778318172413622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=8029778318172413622' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/8029778318172413622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/8029778318172413622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/03/world-was-on-fire-no-one-could-save-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-5232478542931942950</id><published>2011-03-28T16:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-28T16:25:03.755Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bphDVLi7Lz8/TZC2VkxAZJI/AAAAAAAABds/-oUekWzwLvE/s1600/tumblr_liq80d8D0s1qi9isvo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bphDVLi7Lz8/TZC2VkxAZJI/AAAAAAAABds/-oUekWzwLvE/s320/tumblr_liq80d8D0s1qi9isvo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589167619329516690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;“Damon,” she said. He opened his eyes to look at her. She walked  towards him. “I keep trying to fight this, but it’s not working.”&lt;br /&gt;She was standing right in front of him now.&lt;br /&gt;“What are you saying, Elena?” he could barely get the question out.&lt;br /&gt;“I  have these feelings for you, and I want them to stop, but whatever this  is, it’s too strong. I need to know what it’s like. I have to know what  its like to be with you.”&lt;br /&gt;Damon held his breath. Did she care about him, or did she just want to get this out of her system before his brother came home?&lt;br /&gt;He  realized it didn’t matter anymore. He was done trying to fight this. He  was worn down from trying to fight this. Tonight she wanted him and he  wanted her; it would be that simple. He would worry about tomorrow,  later.&lt;br /&gt;“What are you waiting for?” he asked her. He wanted her to make the first move this time.&lt;br /&gt;Elena  could hear the blood rush in her ears. She could barely breathe. Her  palms felt damp, and she wiped them on her jeans. She should run away  from him as fast as her legs would carry her, but as if her body had a  mind of its own, her feet moved her closer to him.&lt;br /&gt;Her body was  almost pressed against his now, but he still didn’t move. Not quite sure  what to do, how to start things, she leaned into him and pressed a kiss  to his throat. She heard him swallow. Her hands reached for the top  button on his shirt, but they were so shaky that she couldn’t quite pull  the button through the loop. He put his hands on top of hers, holding  them steady.&lt;br /&gt;She looked into his eyes and saw everything that she was  feeling reflected in his eyes; heat, desire, intensity, passion and  there was something underneath that too.&lt;br /&gt;Then his mouth was on hers;  crushing, brutal, demanding. His hands dove into her hair, holding her  head so he could kiss her deeply. Elena felt her knees go weak, and she  thought for a moment she might sink onto the floor, but then Damon  switched their position so that it was her back against the bench and  every hot inch of him against her front."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;small style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fanfic -no mine.&lt;/small&gt;  &lt;small style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-5232478542931942950?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5232478542931942950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=5232478542931942950' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/5232478542931942950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/5232478542931942950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/03/damon-she-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bphDVLi7Lz8/TZC2VkxAZJI/AAAAAAAABds/-oUekWzwLvE/s72-c/tumblr_liq80d8D0s1qi9isvo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-5649517415443039609</id><published>2011-03-25T21:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-25T21:59:18.602Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O dia não estava a ser propriamente famoso. Não, longe disso. Tinha a consciência pesada, e a cabeça doía mais que o normal devido aos problemas de sono.&lt;br /&gt;Mas devagar lá ia. O truque era mergulhar no trabalho até não conseguir pensar em mais nada, mas até o trabalho estava parado nesse dia.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso fazia o que podia para não pensar demais, para não entrar em pânico e fazer ou dizer algo que me viria a arrepender até ao fim dos meus dias.&lt;br /&gt;O dia estava quase no fim quando aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;Era apenas mais uma parte da rotina de todos dias, até aparecer alguém que não fazia parte da rotina.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei imensamente feliz, era uma das pessoas que eu mais gostava neste mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Vieram os beijinhos, os abracinhos, os risinhos, os 'que tens feito?', os 'como vai a vida?' e então surgiu o que eu não queria.&lt;br /&gt;'Como vai ela?'&lt;br /&gt;Engoli em seco, respirei fundo e desejei desaparecer.&lt;br /&gt;'Tenho-a visto no Facebook e só me pergunto o que lhe aconteceu, o que vos aconteceu.'&lt;br /&gt;Esbocei o meu melhor sorriso, respirei novamente e pestanejei, não ia começar a chorar agora.&lt;br /&gt;Respondi que sabia tanto quanto ela, apenas o que via no malfadado Facebook e nada mais.&lt;br /&gt;'É uma pena, vocês eram tão unidas'.&lt;br /&gt;Só pensei como aquilo era difícil, como me apetecia desaparecer, como desejava agora não a ter encontrado, não num dia como o de hoje.&lt;br /&gt;'No fundo é como se ela se tivesse tornado noutra pessoa, já nada existe que lembre o que ela era, como ela era.'&lt;br /&gt;Acenei afirmativamente, como se eu não soubesse tudo aquilo. Como se não soubesse que a minha melhor amiga tinha desaparecido algures no processo de transformação da adolescência. Como se eu não soubesse que a pessoa que eu amava para lá do horizonte já não existia, que já nada nos ligava.&lt;br /&gt;Como se eu não soubesse que nunca a recuperaria e que isso deixou em mim um buraco maior que qualquer desilusão amorosa poderia deixar.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, como se eu não soubesse.&lt;br /&gt;Sorri novamente, amaldiçoando o dia que nunca mais acabava.&lt;br /&gt;'É uma pena. Mas é bom ver que ao menos tu continuas a mesma.'&lt;br /&gt;Acho que nunca me custou tanto respirar como naquele momento. Nunca a minha garganta esteve tão seca. O meu sorriso era amarelo e ela percebeu. Deu-me um abraço forte, pediu desculpa por ter perguntado e que gostaria de me ver mais vezes.&lt;br /&gt;Respondi que devíamos combinar um café, um dia, quando tivéssemos tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Ambas sabíamos que não haveria nenhum café, mas eram as regras da boa educação.&lt;br /&gt;Mais um beijo, mais um abraço e cada uma seguiu o seu caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Quando entrei no carro, respirei fundo, até cada célula do meu corpo ter oxigénio renovado. Ergui a cabeça, esqueci este encontro e segui em frente."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-5649517415443039609?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5649517415443039609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=5649517415443039609' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/5649517415443039609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/5649517415443039609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-dia-nao-estava-ser-propriamente.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-3913686297128294358</id><published>2011-03-23T21:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-23T21:59:22.531Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This time, I wonder what it feels like&lt;br /&gt; To find the one in this life,&lt;br /&gt; The one we all dream of, but dreams just aren't enough,&lt;br /&gt; So I'll be waiting for the real thing,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll know it by the feeling&lt;br /&gt; The moment when we're meeting,&lt;br /&gt; Will play out like a scene, straight off the silver screen,&lt;br /&gt; So I'll be holding my breath, right up to the end,&lt;br /&gt; Until that moment when,&lt;br /&gt; I find the one that I'll spend forever with&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause nobody wants to be the last one there,&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares&lt;br /&gt; Someone to love with my life in their hands,&lt;br /&gt; There's gotta be somebody for me like that,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause nobody wants to go it on their own,&lt;br /&gt; Everyone wants to know they're not alone,&lt;br /&gt; Somebody else that feels the same somewhere&lt;br /&gt; There's gotta be somebody for me out there&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tonight,&lt;br /&gt; Out on the street, out in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt; And dammit this feels too right&lt;br /&gt; It's just like déjà vu, me standing here with you&lt;br /&gt; So I'll be holding my breath&lt;br /&gt; Could this be the end?&lt;br /&gt; Is it that moment when, I find the one that I'll spend forever with?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause nobody wants to be the last one there,&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares,&lt;br /&gt; Someone to love with my life in their hands,&lt;br /&gt; There's gotta be somebody for me like that,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause nobody wants to go it on their own,&lt;br /&gt; And everyone wants to know they're not alone,&lt;br /&gt; There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere,&lt;br /&gt; There's gotta be somebody for me out there!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't give up, when your looking for that diamond in the rough&lt;br /&gt; Because you never know, when it shows up&lt;br /&gt; Make sure your holding on, 'cause it could be the one,&lt;br /&gt; The one your waiting on..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause nobody wants to be the last one there,&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares,&lt;br /&gt; Someone to love with my life in their hands,&lt;br /&gt; There's gotta be somebody for me!&lt;br /&gt; Ooooh....!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause nobody wants to go it on their own,&lt;br /&gt; And everyone wants to know they're not alone,&lt;br /&gt; There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere,&lt;br /&gt; There's gotta be somebody for me out there!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody wants to be the last one there,&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares,&lt;br /&gt; There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere,&lt;br /&gt; There's gotta be somebody for me out there!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gotta Be Somebody - Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-3913686297128294358?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3913686297128294358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=3913686297128294358' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/3913686297128294358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/3913686297128294358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-time-i-wonder-what-it-feels-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-8223205286234901558</id><published>2011-03-22T15:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-22T15:26:00.318Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eu sabia que era incorrecto da minha parte mas, em vez de lhe responder e refilar que não podíamos dar certo juntos, aninhei-me nos braços dele e deixei-o embalar-me. Pois, foi de um egoísmo tremendo, mas perdi-me nos braços de Heath e no toque do meu passado. Ele abraçou-me na perfeição. Não tentou namorar. Não me agarrou, nem se roçou em mim. Não me tentou apalpar. Nem sequer se ofereceu para se cortar e me deixar beber sangue, o que teria automaticamente desencadeado uma paixão entre nós que nos levaria ao descontrolo. Heath abraçou-me carinhosamente e disse baixinho o quanto me amava. Disse-me que ia correr tudo bem. Senti o coração dele a bater junto com o meu. Senti o sangue rico e sedutor que lá estava, tão quente e tão perto, mas naquele momento eu precisava, mais do que do sangue dele com a nossa Impressão, da nossa familiaridade, do nosso passado conjunto, e da força da compreensão dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E foi naquele momento que Heath Luck, a minha paixão do liceu, se tornou verdadeiramente no meu consorte."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerto de &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seduzida&lt;/span&gt;, de P.C. Cast e Kristin Cast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-8223205286234901558?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8223205286234901558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=8223205286234901558' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/8223205286234901558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/8223205286234901558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-sabia-que-era-incorrecto-da-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-6263629234640711474</id><published>2011-03-21T23:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:38:20.074Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What have I done?&lt;br /&gt; I wish I could run, away from this ship going under&lt;br /&gt; Just trying to help, hurt everyone else&lt;br /&gt; Now I feel the weight of the world is on my shoulders&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What can you do when your good isn't good enough&lt;br /&gt; And all that you touch tumbles down&lt;br /&gt; Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things&lt;br /&gt; I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;br /&gt; But how many times will it take? oh how many times will it take for me&lt;br /&gt; To get it right? to get it right&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can I start again, with my faith shaken&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I can't go back and undo this&lt;br /&gt; I just have to stay and face my mistakes but if I get stronger and wiser&lt;br /&gt; I'll get through this&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What can you do when your good isn't good enough&lt;br /&gt; And all that you touch tumbles down&lt;br /&gt; Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things&lt;br /&gt; I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;br /&gt; But how many times will it take? oh how many times will it take for me&lt;br /&gt; To get it right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I throw up my fists, throw a punch in the air&lt;br /&gt; And accept the truth that sometimes life isn't fair&lt;br /&gt; Yeah I'll send out a wish, yeah I'll send up a prayer&lt;br /&gt; Then finally, someone will see, how much I care&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What can you do when your good isn't good enough&lt;br /&gt; And all that you touch tumbles down&lt;br /&gt; Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things&lt;br /&gt; I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;br /&gt; But how many times will it take? oh how many times will it take?&lt;br /&gt; To get it right? To get it right"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Get It Right - Glee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-6263629234640711474?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6263629234640711474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=6263629234640711474' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/6263629234640711474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/6263629234640711474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-have-i-done-i-wish-i-could-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-3799373278345030609</id><published>2011-03-16T20:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-16T21:09:48.908Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"-Nada disso interessa - exclamou, naquela voz suave e culta inglesa. - Que se passa? - Tão gentil como se fosse eu que precisasse de ser confortado. - Não é o que queria?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh sim, sem a menor dúvida que sim. Mas você tem de estar seguro de querer - sublinhei, e só nesse instante me virei.&lt;br /&gt;Ele estava de pé nas sombras, composto no seu fato elegante de linho branco, com a gravata de seda clara bem apertada no pescoço. A luz da rua brilhava-lhe directamente nos olhos e, por um instante, no pequeno botão de ouro da gravata.&lt;br /&gt;- Não consigo explicar - murmurei. - Aconteceu tão depressa, tão de repente, quando estava certo de que nunca sucederia. Tenho medo por si. Medo de que esteja a fazer um erro terrível.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu quero - exclamou, mas a voz estava tão tensa, tão escura, sem aquela nota lírica alegre. - Desejo-o mais do que pode imaginar. Faça-o agora, por favor. Não prolongue a minha agonia. Venha a mim. Que posso fazer para o convidar? Para o tranquilizar? Oh, tive muito mais tempo do que imagina para pensar nesta decisão. Lembre-se de há quanto tempo  conheço todos os seus segredos, tudo acerca de si.&lt;br /&gt;Como o seu rosto parecia estranho, os olhos duros e a boca tão amarga e rígida.&lt;br /&gt;- David, algo está errado - exclamei. - Sei que está. Ouça-me. Vamos conversar. Provavelmente, será a conversa mais crucial que teremos. Que aconteceu para que você quisesse? Que foi? O nosso tempo juntos na ilha? Diga-me. Eu preciso de entender.&lt;br /&gt;- Está a perder tempo, Lestat.&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, mas para isto precisamos de tempo David, e é o último momento que realmente interessa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerto de &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A História do Ladrão do Corpo&lt;/span&gt;, de Anne Rice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-3799373278345030609?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3799373278345030609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=3799373278345030609' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/3799373278345030609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/3799373278345030609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/03/nada-disso-interessa-exclamou-naquela.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-1425898985180895842</id><published>2011-03-14T22:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-14T22:23:11.666Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O destino faz de nós o que somos, mas também pode impedir-nos de ser a pessoa que podíamos ter sido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-1425898985180895842?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1425898985180895842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=1425898985180895842' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/1425898985180895842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/1425898985180895842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-destino-faz-de-nos-o-que-somos-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-2178911426167905873</id><published>2011-03-11T23:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-11T23:41:06.261Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;"My eyes are painted red&lt;br /&gt; The canvas of my soul,&lt;br /&gt; Slowly breaking down,again&lt;br /&gt; Today I heard the news&lt;br /&gt; The stories getting old&lt;br /&gt; When will we see the end?&lt;br /&gt; Of the days, we bleed for what we need&lt;br /&gt; To forgive, forget, move on&lt;br /&gt; Cause we've got&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;One life to live&lt;br /&gt; One love to give&lt;br /&gt; One chance to keep from falling&lt;br /&gt; One heart to break&lt;br /&gt; One soul to take us&lt;br /&gt; Not for sake us,&lt;br /&gt; Only one&lt;br /&gt; Only one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;The writting's on the wall&lt;br /&gt; Those who came before&lt;br /&gt; Left pictures frozen still, in time&lt;br /&gt; You say you want it all&lt;br /&gt; But whose side you fighting for?&lt;br /&gt; I sit and wonder why&lt;br /&gt; There are nights, we sleep, while others they weep&lt;br /&gt; With regret, repent, be strong&lt;br /&gt; Cause we've got&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;One life to live&lt;br /&gt; One love to give&lt;br /&gt; One chance to keep from falling&lt;br /&gt; One heart to break&lt;br /&gt; One soul to take us&lt;br /&gt; Not for sake us&lt;br /&gt; Only One&lt;br /&gt; Only One&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;Just you and I&lt;br /&gt; Under one sky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One life to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  One love to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  One chance to keep from falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  One heart to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  One soul to take us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Not for sake us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Only One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Only One&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only One&lt;/span&gt; - Alex Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-2178911426167905873?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2178911426167905873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=2178911426167905873' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/2178911426167905873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/2178911426167905873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-eyes-are-painted-red-canvas-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-7242630667403592307</id><published>2011-03-03T23:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-03T23:43:33.391Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deveria ficar surpreendida?&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, a vida está sempre a dar-me a mesma lição, mas eu é que não quero aprender.&lt;br /&gt;No fim do dia é apenas triste, ser-se assim ingénua.&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar que todos são bons como nós, todos têm um grande coração como nós, que todos são agradecidos como nós.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, vivemos num mundo de hipócritas, egocêntricos e egoístas.&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas como eu, como tu são raridades. Uma num milhão. Difícil de fazer e ainda mais difícil de encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo vendo todo o mal do mundo, queremos apenas ser simpáticos, prestáveis, altruístas.&lt;br /&gt;No fim do dia é apenas triste, sermos assim tão ingénuas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não existe reconhecimento da parte dos outros. Pior ainda quando os outros estão a nós ligamos pelo sangue. Não se pode virar as costas ao nosso sangue. Não é correcto. Mas se no fim de tudo, de todos os sacrifícios não existe um agradecimento, reconhecimento, consideração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fim do dia é apenas triste ser-se ingénuo e acreditar que é possível o mundo ser como nós.&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos raridades. Somos únicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no fim do dia ninguém nos agradece por isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-7242630667403592307?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7242630667403592307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=7242630667403592307' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7242630667403592307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7242630667403592307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/03/deveria-ficar-surpreendida-afinal-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-772596113195395352</id><published>2011-02-24T23:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-24T23:20:59.620Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's never enough to say I'm sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's never enough to say I care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'm caught between what you wanted from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And knowing that if I give that to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I might just disappear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody wins when everyone's losing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's like one step forward and two steps back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter what I do you're always mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I, I can't change your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know it's like trying to turn around on a one way street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't give you what you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's killing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I, I'm starting to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe we're not meant to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's never enough to say I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, it's never enough to say I try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's hard to believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's theres no way out for you and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it seems to be the story of our lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody wins when everyone's losing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's like one step forward and two steps back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter what I do you're always mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I, I can't change your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know it's like trying to turn around on a one way street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't give you what you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's killing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I, I'm starting to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe we're not meant to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's still time to turn this around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You could be building this up instead of tearing it down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I keep thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe it's too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's like one step forward and two steps back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter what I do you're always mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I, I can't change your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know it's like trying to turn around on a one way street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't give you what you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's killing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I, I'm starting to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe we're not meant to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's like one step forward and two steps back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter what I do you're always mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I, baby I'm sorry to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe we're not meant to be"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not Meant to be - Theory of a Deadman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-772596113195395352?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/772596113195395352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=772596113195395352' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/772596113195395352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/772596113195395352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-never-enough-to-say-im-sorry-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-4725298760052699977</id><published>2011-02-23T23:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-23T23:28:41.950Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="rangeSel"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I always knew that you'd come back to get me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you always knew that it wouldnt be easy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To go back to start to see where it all began, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or end up at the bottom to watch how it all ends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You tried to lie and say I was everything, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember when I said I'm nothing without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow I found a way to get lost in you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me inside, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me get close to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Change your mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll get lost if you want me to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow I found a way to get lost in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You always thought that I left myself open, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you didnt knew that I was already broken, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I told myself that it wouldnt be so bad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your pulled it away and took everything I had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You tried to lie and say I was everything, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember when I said I'm nothing without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow I found a way to get lost in you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me inside, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me get close to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Change your mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll get lost if you want me to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow I found a way to get lost in you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The pain of it all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The rise and the fall, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see it all in you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now everyday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I find myself say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to get lost in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm nothing without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow I found a way to get lost in you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me inside, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me get close to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Change your mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll get lost if you want me to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow I found a way to get lost in you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A way to get lost in you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost in You - Three Days Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-4725298760052699977?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4725298760052699977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=4725298760052699977' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/4725298760052699977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/4725298760052699977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-always-knew-that-youd-come-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-9099306502871876600</id><published>2011-02-21T20:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-21T20:40:30.129Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A maior cobardia de um homem é despertar o amor de uma mulher sem ter a intenção de vir a ama-la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-9099306502871876600?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/9099306502871876600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=9099306502871876600' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/9099306502871876600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/9099306502871876600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/02/maior-cobardia-de-um-homem-e-despertar.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-2602977880503925763</id><published>2011-02-19T21:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-19T21:14:29.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you was beyond my control.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damon Salvatore - The Vampire Diaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-2602977880503925763?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2602977880503925763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=2602977880503925763' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/2602977880503925763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/2602977880503925763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/02/meeting-you-was-fate-becoming-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-8713047128775757459</id><published>2011-02-18T21:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-18T21:05:09.072Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Teardrop on a fragile eyelash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's looking like a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoping for some understanding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And answer or at least&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cunning word a single sentence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To restore her heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aching since the day I left her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crossing lonely seas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silent tears of a woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make her warrior cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaven, I beg you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please release hopes from fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my elegy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you know what I feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my elegy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you believe it's real?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will I hold you in my arms again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teardrops on a single rosebud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This purity of rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reminds me of the moment i left her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kisses filled with pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if i should leave her waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For another year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will she ever know the answer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will she follow me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silent tears of a woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make her warrior cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaven, I beg you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please release hopes from fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my elegy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you know what I feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my elegy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you believe it's real?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will I hold you in my arms...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold you in my arms again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cunning word, a single sentence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To restore her heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aching since the day I left her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crossing lonely seas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my elegy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you know what I feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my elegy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you believe it's real?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my elegy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you know what I feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elegy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you believe it's real?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will I hold you in my arms again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elegy - Leaves'Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-8713047128775757459?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8713047128775757459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=8713047128775757459' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/8713047128775757459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/8713047128775757459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/02/teardrop-on-fragile-eyelash-shes.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-6758505402943793273</id><published>2011-02-16T23:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-16T23:29:50.842Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="rangeSel"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too late this is not the answer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to pack it in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't pull your heart together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With just my voice alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A thousand shards of glass i came to meet you in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You cut the piece out of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As you ripped it all apart that's when I turn to watch you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And there's a light in you in dark I saw you turn to shadow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you would salvage some part of you that once knew love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'm losing this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm losing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I've gotta turn and run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The faces that you never see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I've gotta save my blood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From all that you've broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hold these pieces of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's too late now to stop the process &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was your choice you let it in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This double life you lead is eating you up from within &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A thousand shards of glass you pushed beneath my skin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And left me lying there to bleed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And as you showed me your scars I only held you closer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But if? the light in you in dark I saw you turn over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanted always to be there for you and close to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'm losing this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm losing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I've gotta turn and run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The faces that you never see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I've gotta save my blood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From all that you've broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hold these pieces of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The broken pieces (And i hold the pieces of me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The broken pieces (And I hold this pieces)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe without me you'll return to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the beauty I once knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But if I say i know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We will both be drowned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By you holding on to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I've gotta turn and run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The faces that you never see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I've gotta save my blood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From all that you've broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hold these pieces of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The broken pieces (And i hold the pieces of me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The broken pieces (And I hold this pieces)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broken Pieces - Apocalyptica feat Lacey Mosley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-6758505402943793273?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6758505402943793273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=6758505402943793273' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/6758505402943793273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/6758505402943793273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/02/too-late-this-is-not-answer-i-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-5890779824642167912</id><published>2011-02-14T20:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-14T20:41:18.247Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMH_-bigeVw/TVmTVLXZKxI/AAAAAAAABdk/Cx-xQ6al4K4/s1600/11c856385b3dafdee9087eac03640ea5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMH_-bigeVw/TVmTVLXZKxI/AAAAAAAABdk/Cx-xQ6al4K4/s320/11c856385b3dafdee9087eac03640ea5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573648005885143826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wish You Were Where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-5890779824642167912?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5890779824642167912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=5890779824642167912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/5890779824642167912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/5890779824642167912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-wish-you-were-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMH_-bigeVw/TVmTVLXZKxI/AAAAAAAABdk/Cx-xQ6al4K4/s72-c/11c856385b3dafdee9087eac03640ea5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-7468994863931289094</id><published>2011-02-13T18:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-13T18:48:25.239Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="rangeSel"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She just walked away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why didn't she tell me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And where do I go tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This isn't happening to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This can't be happening to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She didn't say a word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were the first to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That we were not okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were the first to lie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we were not all right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was my first love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She was the first to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when she left me for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was the last to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why didn't she tell me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where to go tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She didn't say a word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She just walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were the first to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That we were not okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were the first to lie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we were not all right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was my first love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She was the first to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when she left me for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was the last to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be the first to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That now I'm okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And for the first time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've opened up my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was my worst love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll be the first to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when she leaves you for dead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll be the last to know&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last to Know - Three Days Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-7468994863931289094?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7468994863931289094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=7468994863931289094' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7468994863931289094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7468994863931289094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/02/she-just-walked-away-why-didnt-she-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-4699215368939762930</id><published>2011-02-10T22:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-10T22:20:42.136Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div tabindex="-1" id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Every street in this city&lt;br /&gt; is the same to me&lt;br /&gt; Everyone's got a place to be&lt;br /&gt; but there's no room for me&lt;br /&gt; Am i to blame?&lt;br /&gt; When the guilt and the shame hang over me&lt;br /&gt; Like a dark cloud,&lt;br /&gt; That chases you down in the pouring rain.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's so hard to find someone&lt;br /&gt; who cares about you,&lt;br /&gt; but it's easy enough to find someone&lt;br /&gt; who looks down on you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why is it so hard to find someone&lt;br /&gt; who cares about you ?&lt;br /&gt; When it's easy enough to find someone&lt;br /&gt; who looks down on you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not what it seems&lt;br /&gt; when you're not on the scene&lt;br /&gt; There's a chill in the air&lt;br /&gt; But there's people like me&lt;br /&gt; That nobody sees so nobody cares&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why is it so hard to find someone&lt;br /&gt; who cares about you ?&lt;br /&gt; When it's easy enough to find someone&lt;br /&gt; who looks down on you&lt;br /&gt; Why is it so hard to find someone&lt;br /&gt; who can keep it together&lt;br /&gt; when you've come undone ?&lt;br /&gt; Why is it so hard to find someone&lt;br /&gt; who cares about you ?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I swear this time it won't turn out&lt;br /&gt; the same 'cause now I've got myself to blame&lt;br /&gt; And you'll know where we'll end up&lt;br /&gt; on the streets that is easy enough&lt;br /&gt; to find someone who looks down on you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why is it so hard to find someone&lt;br /&gt; who cares about you ?&lt;br /&gt; When it's easy enough to find someone&lt;br /&gt; who looks down on you&lt;br /&gt; Why is it so hard to find someone&lt;br /&gt; who can keep it together&lt;br /&gt; when you've come undone ?&lt;br /&gt; Why is it so hard to find someone&lt;br /&gt; who cares about you ?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone who Cares - Three Days Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-4699215368939762930?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4699215368939762930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=4699215368939762930' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/4699215368939762930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/4699215368939762930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/02/every-street-in-this-city-is-same-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-418848580732849055</id><published>2011-02-07T21:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-07T21:54:59.095Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Conhecemo-nos, conversámos, e foi Épico mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Depois o Sol nasceu e deu lugar à realidade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Elena Gilbert - The Vampire Diaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-418848580732849055?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/418848580732849055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=418848580732849055' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/418848580732849055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/418848580732849055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/02/conhecemo-nos-conversamos-e-foi-epico.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-6343583768883614190</id><published>2011-01-20T20:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-20T21:08:00.590Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Era simples. Era tão simples como respirar. Para mim seria ainda mais simples que respirar.&lt;br /&gt;Sentia o formigueiro nas pontas dos dedos, quase o conseguia sentir. Estava mesmo ali, à minha frente e era tão simples.&lt;br /&gt;Olhei por cima do ombro para ter a certeza que ninguém presenciava o meu momento de fraqueza, pois no fundo era isso mesmo, uma fraqueza. Mas era tão simples.&lt;br /&gt;Um simples gesto e desaparecia tudo. Esta ansiedade, este tremor, esta tristeza, esta frustração. Só com um gesto, e eu esquecia tudo. Esquecia que algum dia tinha tido o destino nas mãos e o tinha deixado escorregar como água por entre os meus dedos.&lt;br /&gt;Oh como era simples. E fácil. Extremamente fácil. E eu estava de tal maneira desesperada que a saída mais fácil era a mais apetecível.&lt;br /&gt;Era só pegar-lhe e engolir. Um gesto antigo, como andar de bicicleta, não se esquece. Sim, fácil.&lt;br /&gt;E a sensação de nada de nos poder tocar. De nada importar.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que mataria por essa sensação, nem que fosse só por um momento, um longo momento.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sabia o que viria depois. A necessidade de mais, só mais um pouco, só mais um, só mais uma vez. Porque amanhã vou estar melhor, mas nunca chega o amanhã... E fica apenas este ciclo vicioso que me consome a alma aos poucos.&lt;br /&gt;E todos os dias fica pior, mais negro, mais fundo.&lt;br /&gt;Oh sim, era um gesto simples que me colocaria no fundo do poço novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrumei-o. Respirei fundo. Preferia viver com esta ansiedade, esta tristeza, este tremor. Ao menos estava viva! Não me vou tornar um autómato novamente. Não vale a pena! Ninguém vale a pena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorri. O meu momento de fraqueza foi vencido mais uma vez. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-6343583768883614190?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6343583768883614190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=6343583768883614190' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/6343583768883614190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/6343583768883614190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/01/era-simples.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-7230776173550844761</id><published>2011-01-14T22:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-14T22:47:39.915Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No I don't know where I'm going&lt;br /&gt; But I sure know where I've been&lt;br /&gt; Hanging on the promises in songs of yesterday&lt;br /&gt; And I've made up my mind&lt;br /&gt; I ain't wasting no more time&lt;br /&gt; Here i go again...&lt;br /&gt; Here i go again...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though I keep searching for an answer&lt;br /&gt; I never seem to find what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt; Oh Lord I pray you give me strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I know what it means&lt;br /&gt; To walk along the lonely street of dreams&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And here I go again on my own&lt;br /&gt; Going down the only road I've ever known&lt;br /&gt; Like a drifter I was born to walk alone&lt;br /&gt; But I've made up my mind&lt;br /&gt; I ain't wasting no more time&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just another heart in need of rescue&lt;br /&gt; Waiting on love's sweet charity&lt;br /&gt; And I'm gonna hold on for the rest of my days&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I know what it means&lt;br /&gt; To walk along the lonely street of dreams&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And here I go again on my own&lt;br /&gt; Going down the only road I've ever known&lt;br /&gt; Like a drifter I was born to walk alone&lt;br /&gt; And I've made up my mind&lt;br /&gt; I ain't wasting no more time&lt;br /&gt; But here I go again&lt;br /&gt; Here I go again&lt;br /&gt; Here I go again&lt;br /&gt; Oh baby, oh yeah&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I know what it means&lt;br /&gt; To walk along the lonely street of dreams&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And here I go again on my own&lt;br /&gt; Going down the only road I've ever known&lt;br /&gt; Like a drifter I was born to walk alone&lt;br /&gt; And I've made up my mind&lt;br /&gt; And wasted no more time&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And here I go again on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Going down the only road I've ever known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Like a drifter I was born to walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  'Cause I know what it means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  To walk along the lonely street of dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here I Go Again - Whitesnake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-7230776173550844761?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7230776173550844761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=7230776173550844761' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7230776173550844761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TSjiLhUAUtI/AAAAAAAABdQ/f6ouEH5WNJg/s1600/Favole%2B1.%2BL%25C3%25A1grimas%2Bde%2BPedra%2B-%2B26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TSjiLhUAUtI/AAAAAAAABdQ/f6ouEH5WNJg/s320/Favole%2B1.%2BL%25C3%25A1grimas%2Bde%2BPedra%2B-%2B26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559942427537593042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dança comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Dança comigo toda a noite e todo o dia.&lt;br /&gt;Dança comigo para o resto da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entra nesta melodia só nossa&lt;br /&gt;E jura-me amor em verso ou em prosa.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-te levar pelo som da música&lt;br /&gt;Vamos dançar até tocar as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Até alcançar o Sol&lt;br /&gt;Até sermos donos da Lua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dança comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Nem que seja só uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dança comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Do crepúsculo à aurora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dança comigo.&lt;br /&gt;E deixa-me ficar nos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Para Sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-5465961565968540491?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5465961565968540491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=5465961565968540491' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/5465961565968540491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Diz-me se é suposto sentir-me assim&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me se devo sentir-me sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Se devo sentir este sabor amargo da traição&lt;br /&gt;Se devo sentir que me estás a escapar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me&lt;br /&gt;É suposto eu sentir-me assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me dizes nada&lt;br /&gt;A tua expressão não diz nada&lt;br /&gt;E já não sei o que é certo ou errado&lt;br /&gt;Se vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me&lt;br /&gt;Se estamos a ir na mesma direcção&lt;br /&gt;Ou se algures no caminho nos perdemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me&lt;br /&gt;Só quero que me digas&lt;br /&gt;Sim ou Não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-5765404634907929558?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5765404634907929558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=5765404634907929558' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/5765404634907929558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/5765404634907929558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/01/diz-me-se-e-suposto-sentir-me-assim-diz.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-7113824114792937550</id><published>2011-01-03T23:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-03T23:35:37.087Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="main_cnt"&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"When I first laid eyes on you&lt;br /&gt; Well, the night just felt so odd&lt;br /&gt; You looked at me and the stars lined up&lt;br /&gt; So I thought I'd heard from God&lt;br /&gt; And I gave him my best shot&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Loving you was like throwing a lasso around a tornado&lt;br /&gt; I tried to hold on to you&lt;br /&gt; Took a ride on a tilt-a-whirl that sits on top of the world&lt;br /&gt; Man, I thought I could show you&lt;br /&gt; I've always been afraid of flying&lt;br /&gt; But you can't blame a girl for trying&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Felt like a pearl when I was holding your hand&lt;br /&gt; So precious I forgot&lt;br /&gt; You could have any girl but I only wanted one man&lt;br /&gt; And you were everything I'm not&lt;br /&gt; Still I gave it my best shot&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Loving you was like throwing a lasso around a tornado&lt;br /&gt; I tried to hold on to you&lt;br /&gt; Took a turn on a high trapeze swinging over the deep&lt;br /&gt; I thought I could show you&lt;br /&gt; I've always been afraid of flying&lt;br /&gt; But you can't blame a girl for trying&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Like a vine bends a tree to the ground&lt;br /&gt; I won't hold you down&lt;br /&gt; I tried to climb just as high&lt;br /&gt; But I found all the clouds touch the ground&lt;br /&gt; In this small town&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Took a ride on a high trapeze swinging over the deep&lt;br /&gt; I thought I could show you&lt;br /&gt; That I've always been afraid of flying&lt;br /&gt; But you can't blame a girl for trying&lt;br /&gt; No, you can't blame a girl"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lasso - The Band Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bom Ano *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-7113824114792937550?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7113824114792937550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=7113824114792937550' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7113824114792937550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7113824114792937550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-i-first-laid-eyes-on-you-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-63456713769099384</id><published>2010-12-26T22:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-26T22:07:13.071Z</updated><title type='text'>Take a Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div tabindex="-1" id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you change your mind, I'm the first in line&lt;br /&gt; Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt; Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt; If you need me, let me know, gonna be around&lt;br /&gt; If you got no place to go when you're feeling down&lt;br /&gt; If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown&lt;br /&gt; Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt; Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt; Gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie&lt;br /&gt; If you put me to the test, if you let me try&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt; (That's all I ask of you honey)&lt;br /&gt; Take a chance on me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We can go dancing, we can go walking, as long as we're together&lt;br /&gt; Listen to some music, maybe just talking, get to know you better&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause you know I've got&lt;br /&gt; So much that I wanna do, when I dream I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt; It's magic&lt;br /&gt; You want me to leave it there, afraid of a love affair&lt;br /&gt; But I think you know&lt;br /&gt; That I can't let go&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you change your mind, I'm the first in line&lt;br /&gt; Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt; Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt; If you need me, let me know, gonna be around&lt;br /&gt; If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down&lt;br /&gt; If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown&lt;br /&gt; Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt; Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt; Gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie&lt;br /&gt; If you put me to the test, if you let me try&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt; (Come on, give me a break will you)&lt;br /&gt; Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt; Oh you can take your time baby, I'm in no hurry, know I'm gonna get you&lt;br /&gt; You don't wanna hurt me, baby don't worry, I ain't gonna let you&lt;br /&gt; Let me tell you now&lt;br /&gt; My love is strong enough to last when things are rough&lt;br /&gt; It's magic&lt;br /&gt; You say that I waste my time but I can't get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt; No I can't let go&lt;br /&gt; 'Cos I love you so&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you change your mind, I'm the first in line&lt;br /&gt; Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt; Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt; If you need me, let me know, gonna be around&lt;br /&gt; If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down&lt;br /&gt; If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown&lt;br /&gt; Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt; Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt; Gonna do my very best, baby can't you see&lt;br /&gt; Gotta put me to the test, take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt; (Take a chance, take a chance, take a chance on me)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt; Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt; Gonna do my very best, baby can't you see&lt;br /&gt; Gotta put me to the test, take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt; (Take a chance, take a chance, take a chance on me)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt; Take a chance on me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take a Chance on Me - Mamma Mia Version :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merry Christmas ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-63456713769099384?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/63456713769099384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=63456713769099384' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/63456713769099384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/63456713769099384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/12/take-chance.html' title='Take a Chance'/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-1398520058779521829</id><published>2010-11-28T22:40:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T22:43:54.336Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"I want love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To carry me through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the moments, I'd kindly undo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Locked away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I can feel safe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I'm down on my knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Begging for change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look down at the water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I jump in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To find I was sinking fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all the might have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need now&lt;div&gt;Is an honest answer, to make things better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can see now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hands are tied and I surrender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'll wait here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For your final answer, your final answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there love without hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there pleasure without pain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have seen all my mistakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cast you out, but now I want you back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 33px;"&gt;So light me again, cause my heart is turning black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Remember the night you wore that dress&lt;div&gt;It flowed through out lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drink after drink, and kiss after kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still holding on, day after day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want love to carry me through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you tell me what I'm supposed to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Answer - The Calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-1398520058779521829?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1398520058779521829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=1398520058779521829' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/1398520058779521829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/1398520058779521829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-love-to-carry-me-through-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-8649146093545795689</id><published>2010-11-26T23:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-26T23:41:40.556Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;É a única resposta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se perguntarem por mim, digam que voei.&lt;br /&gt;Que me cansei de estar aqui e parti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez para um sitio melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde não há silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Nem solidão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-8649146093545795689?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8649146093545795689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=8649146093545795689' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/8649146093545795689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Nem sentir é possível se hoje se sente como ontem se  sentiu: sentir hoje o mesmo que ontem não é sentir - é lembrar hoje o  que se sentiu ontem, ser hoje o cadáver vivo do que ontem foi a vida  perdida."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-3170550393644178285?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3170550393644178285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=3170550393644178285' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/3170550393644178285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/3170550393644178285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/11/viver-e-ser-outro.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-3256870529181134218</id><published>2010-11-19T22:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-19T22:28:59.032Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não há palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto exactamente o mesmo que há oito anos atrás.&lt;br /&gt;Um vazio que ninguém poderá mais preencher.&lt;br /&gt;Partiste. Para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Não há mais sorrisos, mais gargalhadas.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas o teu lugar vazio à mesa.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas esta saudade que vou sentir até ao fim da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo que estás num lugar melhor... Não acalma esta dor.&lt;br /&gt;Penso em ti todos os dias, principalmente quando estou lá e faltas tu.&lt;br /&gt;Lamento que as memórias se comecem a esbater com o passar do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Não te quero esquecer, nunca.&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te hoje como te amei até aquele dia.&lt;br /&gt;Infinitivamente.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a minha Luz mesmo na mais negra noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-te a minha Saudade e o meu Amor, sempre eterno como o Teu Descanso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-3256870529181134218?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3256870529181134218/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=3256870529181134218' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/3256870529181134218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/3256870529181134218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/11/nao-ha-palavras.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-7777436326143391333</id><published>2010-11-16T22:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:59:42.972Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É o sufoco&lt;br /&gt;Esta sensação de estar a ficar Insana&lt;br /&gt;Como se não conseguisse respirar&lt;br /&gt;Um aperto no peito&lt;br /&gt;Uma agonia&lt;br /&gt;Um sentimento de perda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não existem mais palavras&lt;br /&gt;Mais formas de dizer Nada&lt;br /&gt;Só um vazio&lt;br /&gt;Vasto como o oceano&lt;br /&gt;Nunca sabendo se vai acabar&lt;br /&gt;Se vou conseguir lá chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É caminhar às cegas&lt;br /&gt;Num caminho que nunca percorri&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Procurando o mesmo que todos&lt;br /&gt;Pedindo para algum dia encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E chegar ao outro lado&lt;br /&gt;Onde habitam as pessoas felizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-7777436326143391333?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7777436326143391333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=7777436326143391333' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7777436326143391333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7777436326143391333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-o-sufoco-esta-sensacao-de-estar-ficar.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-21322202126702705</id><published>2010-11-15T22:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:24:07.092Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"- Queria devolver-te isto. - Tirou o colar do bolso. - Ia dar-to na primeira noite, mas depois pensei... Bem, enfim, usei-o no pescoço, até me deixar de servir. Agora, tenho-o sempre no bolso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bella ficou sem fôlego. Entretanto, Zsadist começou a esfregar a cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- O colar era uma boa desculpa - murmurou ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Para quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Pensei que talvez pudesse ir a Charleston e aparecer à tua porta para te devolver isto e... e que talvez me deixasses entrar. Ou algo parecido. Fiquei preocupado que outro macho te fizesse a corte, pelo que tenho tentado aprender o mais depressa possível. Quer dizer, pensei que se conseguisse ler, se cuidasse mais de mim e se parasse de ser um sacana... - Abanou a cabeça. - Mas não me interpretes mal. Não esperava que ficasses contente por me ver. Estava só... tu sabes, com esperança de... tomar café. Chá. De uma oportunidade para falarmos. Ou assim. Talvez, como amigos. Só que se tivesses um macho, ele nunca permitiria isso. Portanto, sim, estava com pressa em aprender por causa disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Os olhos amarelos encontraram os dela. Encolhia-se como se estivesse com medo do que encontraria no seu rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Amigos? - perguntou ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Sim, quer dizer... Pois, sim... Amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Santo... Deus. Andara à sua procura. Com a intenção de voltar e falar com ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bolas, aquilo ultrapassava qualquer expectativa que Bella imaginara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Eu... O que estás a dizer, Zsadist? - gaguejou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zsadist voltou a olhar para o lápis que tinha na mão e regressou à mesa. Abrindo o caderno numa página nova, dobrou-se e escreveu na parte de cima. Depois, arrancou a folha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A sua mão tremia quando a virou para ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Está tremido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bella pegou no papel. Numa caligrafia de criança desenhava-se uma palavra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AMO-TE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Os seus lábios contraíram-se e os olhos encheram-se de lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Talvez não consigas ler. Posso escrever outra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Consigo ler perfeitamente. É... lindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Não espero nada em troca. Mas queria que soubesses. Era importante que soubesses."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerto de &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na Sombra do Pecado&lt;/span&gt; de J.R.Ward&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-21322202126702705?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/21322202126702705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=21322202126702705' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/21322202126702705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/21322202126702705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/11/queria-devolver-te-isto.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-8665239950589597225</id><published>2010-11-14T23:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-14T23:08:38.658Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So she said what's the problem baby&lt;br /&gt; What's the problem I don't know&lt;br /&gt; Well maybe I'm in love (love)&lt;br /&gt; Think about it every time&lt;br /&gt; I think about it&lt;br /&gt; Can't stop thinking 'bout it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How much longer will it take to cure this&lt;br /&gt; Just to cure it cause I can't ignore it if it's love (love)&lt;br /&gt; Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing&lt;br /&gt; 'bout love&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt; Turn a little faster&lt;br /&gt; Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt; The world will follow after&lt;br /&gt; Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt; Because everybody's after love&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I said I'm a snowball running&lt;br /&gt; Running down into the spring that's coming all this love&lt;br /&gt; Melting under blue skies&lt;br /&gt; Belting out sunlight&lt;br /&gt; Shimmering love&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well baby I surrender&lt;br /&gt; To the strawberry ice cream&lt;br /&gt; Never ever end of all this love&lt;br /&gt; Well I didn't mean to do it&lt;br /&gt; But there's no escaping your love&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These lines of lightning&lt;br /&gt; Mean we're never alone,&lt;br /&gt; Never alone, no, no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come on, Come on&lt;br /&gt; Move a little closer&lt;br /&gt; Come on, Come on&lt;br /&gt; I want to hear you whisper&lt;br /&gt; Come on, Come on&lt;br /&gt; Settle down inside my love&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt; Jump a little higher&lt;br /&gt; Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt; If you feel a little lighter&lt;br /&gt; Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt; We were once&lt;br /&gt; Upon a time in love&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're accidentally in love&lt;br /&gt; Accidentally in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Accidentally&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm In Love, I'm in Love,&lt;br /&gt; Accidentally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt; Spin a little tighter&lt;br /&gt; Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt; And the world's a little brighter&lt;br /&gt; Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt; Just get yourself inside her&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love ...I'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shrek Version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-8665239950589597225?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8665239950589597225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=8665239950589597225' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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noites&lt;br /&gt;Mais um sonho contigo&lt;br /&gt;Mais do mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Sempre igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chuva cai lá fora&lt;br /&gt;Mas quase não a ouço&lt;br /&gt;Tamanho é o bater do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Que ecoa dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reina a paz&lt;br /&gt;À minha volta&lt;br /&gt;Todos dormem descansados&lt;br /&gt;Só eu estou desperta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demoro alguns minutos&lt;br /&gt;A perceber que foi apenas mais um sonho&lt;br /&gt;E volto a cair nas teias do sono&lt;br /&gt;E lá estás tu novamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tudo recomeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-2597180744660276144?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-165452067733841793</id><published>2010-11-13T15:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-13T15:08:22.396Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Os dedos dormentes&lt;br /&gt;Percorrem folhas e folhas sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Todas as falar do mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a mesma sensação&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a mesma frustração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já cansados&lt;br /&gt;Mas sem conseguirem parar&lt;br /&gt;E as folhas aumentam&lt;br /&gt;Tal como aumenta esta angústia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É provável que desapareça&lt;br /&gt;Nas minhas próprias palavras&lt;br /&gt;Sempre as mesmas&lt;br /&gt;Sempre iguais&lt;br /&gt;Sempre assim&lt;br /&gt;Sempre aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me o que acontecerá&lt;br /&gt;Quando já não existirem folhas&lt;br /&gt;Quando se esgotarem as palavras&lt;br /&gt;Será o meu fim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-165452067733841793?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/165452067733841793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=165452067733841793' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/165452067733841793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/165452067733841793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So much hate for the ones we love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell me, we both matter, don't we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You, be running up that hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You and me, be running up that hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You and me won't be unhappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if I only could,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make a deal with God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And get him to swap our places,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be running up that road,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be running up that hill,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be running up that building,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I only could, oh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'C'mon, baby, c'mon, c'mon, darling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me steal this moment from you now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's exchange the experience, oh...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if I only could,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make a deal with God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And get him to swap our places,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be running up that road,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be running up that hill,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With no problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Running up that Hill - Placebo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-4319962587646333985?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4319962587646333985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=4319962587646333985' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/4319962587646333985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/4319962587646333985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-dont-want-to-hurt-me-but-see-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-7320632256760133151</id><published>2010-11-09T23:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-09T23:28:21.968Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span&gt;Entrei no teu jogo, Como um Louco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;  Fui ingénuo e tu tão fatal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joguei-me todo e foi tão pouco&lt;br /&gt;O amor é o teu instinto mais cruel&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enquanto te sigo melhor me faço o teu troféu&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entrei no teu jogo como um louco&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o teu escravo mais leal&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ordena que te ame&lt;br /&gt;E odeia quando falho&lt;br /&gt;mas usa, abusa de mim&lt;br /&gt;e eu serei feliz até ao fim&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marquei as unhas no corpo,&lt;br /&gt;tornei-me um bicho irreal.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Infectei o lugar onde me punhas,&lt;br /&gt;O amor é este monstro final&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gostas do teu trofeu erguido neste inferno.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marquei o corpo com as unhas,&lt;br /&gt;Pus-me louco tão original&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ordena que te ame,&lt;br /&gt;E odeia quando falho,&lt;br /&gt;mas usa, abusa de mim e eu serei feliz,&lt;br /&gt;até ao fim.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ordena que te queira,&lt;br /&gt;E odeia quando paro,&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me, arrasta o meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Desfeito em pó.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ordena que te ame,&lt;br /&gt;E odeia quando falho,&lt;br /&gt;mas usa e abusa de mim e eu serei feliz,&lt;br /&gt;até ao fim&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ordeno que me odeies&lt;br /&gt;Olho porque sofras&lt;br /&gt;Do que uso e abuso é sempre assim&lt;br /&gt;Morrerá por mim&lt;br /&gt;Ordeno que me odeies&lt;br /&gt;Amo que tu sofras&lt;br /&gt;Do que uso e abuso é sempre assim&lt;br /&gt;Morrerá por mim"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ordena que te Ame - Mundo Cão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-7320632256760133151?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-4652980675005511370</id><published>2010-11-08T23:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-08T23:21:54.529Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;What have you done now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;I, I've been waiting for someone like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;But now you are slipping away ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh What have you done now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;Why, why does fate make us suffer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a curse between us, between me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What have you Done - Within Temptation feat Keith Caputo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-4652980675005511370?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4652980675005511370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=4652980675005511370' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/4652980675005511370'/><link 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style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With somebody else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh god, i wanna be that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone that you're with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna be that someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you're with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And i can talk about it all day long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'til i run out of breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But i still wanna be that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone that you're with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've got to be that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone that you're with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And i'm pacing by the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause i hate to be alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if you're out there with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somewhere and just about to kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God i wanna be that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone that you're with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone that you're with - Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-8390045010520167122?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8390045010520167122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=8390045010520167122' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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italic;"&gt;There was a time when I&lt;br /&gt; Could breath my life into you&lt;br /&gt; One by one your pale fingers&lt;br /&gt; Started to move&lt;br /&gt; And I touched your face&lt;br /&gt; And all death was erased&lt;br /&gt; And you smiled like an angel&lt;br /&gt; Falling from heaven&lt;br /&gt; Just to be lift up again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;And you kissed my lips&lt;br /&gt; With those once cold fingertips&lt;br /&gt; You run me back to life&lt;br /&gt; And all things come to an end&lt;br /&gt; We don't have to pretend&lt;br /&gt; Slowly we fall asleep&lt;br /&gt; And never wake up again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;We're so Christ like&lt;br /&gt; We're so lifelike&lt;br /&gt; Vampire Christ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;We're so alive&lt;br /&gt; We're so lifelike&lt;br /&gt; Vampire Christ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;In the grace&lt;br /&gt; Of this love&lt;br /&gt; We rise in pain&lt;br /&gt; And death is not far away&lt;br /&gt; And soon we'll sleep&lt;br /&gt; And never wake up again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;There was a time when I&lt;br /&gt; Could breath my life&lt;br /&gt; Into you&lt;br /&gt; And all's been come to an end&lt;br /&gt; We don't have to pretend&lt;br /&gt; Slowly we fall asleep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;We're Christ like&lt;br /&gt; So lifelike&lt;br /&gt; Vampire Christ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt; We're so lifelike&lt;br /&gt; So Christ like&lt;br /&gt; A Vampire Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've Crossed Oceans of Wine To Find You - H.I.M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-380612160138127841?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/380612160138127841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=380612160138127841' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/380612160138127841'/><link 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TNXaI7_dVUI/AAAAAAAABdE/qcBAou1phv0/s1600/Beauty+wood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TNXaI7_dVUI/AAAAAAAABdE/qcBAou1phv0/s320/Beauty+wood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536571163999556930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Às vezes...&lt;br /&gt;Desejava nunca ter sabido&lt;br /&gt;Desejava que nunca me tivesses contado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas às vezes&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de saber&lt;br /&gt;Gosto que me tenhas contado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando digo a mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;Que não importa&lt;br /&gt;Que não interessa&lt;br /&gt;Que não magoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando na realidade&lt;br /&gt;Importa&lt;br /&gt;Interessa&lt;br /&gt;Magoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem lá no fundo&lt;br /&gt;Debaixo da máscara que uso&lt;br /&gt;Já nem sei o que quero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saber ou não saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querer e não poder ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*Ari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-756306163146093052?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/756306163146093052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=756306163146093052' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/756306163146093052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/756306163146093052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-vezes.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TNXaI7_dVUI/AAAAAAAABdE/qcBAou1phv0/s72-c/Beauty+wood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-3191551086372609316</id><published>2010-11-06T14:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-06T14:06:26.637Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you wanna save her, then first you'll have to save yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you wanna free her from the hurt, don't do it with your pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-3191551086372609316?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3191551086372609316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=3191551086372609316' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/3191551086372609316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/3191551086372609316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-wanna-save-her-then-first-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-5187091886210188584</id><published>2010-11-01T21:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:16:57.665Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was wrong to think that I could ever trust in you,&lt;br /&gt; I was wrong to think that you might want to trust me, too.&lt;br /&gt; Here I am, here I am,&lt;br /&gt; Here I stand,&lt;br /&gt; Here I am, here I am, here I am, here I stand. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was wrong to think that I could ever love in you,&lt;br /&gt; I was wrong to think that you might want to love me, too. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here I am, here I am,&lt;br /&gt; Here I stand,&lt;br /&gt; Here I am, here I am, here I am, here I stand. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So where the hell are you?&lt;br /&gt; So where the hell are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So where are you when I need someone, too?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where - Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-5187091886210188584?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5187091886210188584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=5187091886210188584' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/5187091886210188584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/5187091886210188584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-was-wrong-to-think-that-i-could-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-9095938800955375560</id><published>2010-10-25T22:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:22:22.469Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fui livre, um dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa era tão distante, tão longínqua, uma mera mancha na linha do horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;Era completamente livre, o que não quer dizer que fosse feliz. Não o era.&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade não é sinal de felicidade. Também não é sinal de irresponsabilidade. E muito menos sinal de leviandade.&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade é na realidade, um grande peso. Deve ser merecida, conquistada, e nunca, mas nunca dada como adquirida.&lt;br /&gt;Até o mais livre dos pássaros pode ser tornado prisioneiro.&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade, pode-se perder um piscar de olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui livre, um dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num tempo perdido entre as estrelas, tão escuro como a noite.&lt;br /&gt;Era tão livre, que por vezes sentia-me voar. A minha alma era tão livre que conheceu as mais belas maravilhas do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não posso dizer que era feliz. Não o era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me lembro de ter sido livre, um dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que me tornei uma prisioneira. Mas não posso dizer que agora sou infeliz. Não o sou.&lt;br /&gt;Estarmos presos não significa infelicidade. Tudo depende ao que estamos presos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou presa ao melhor sentimento do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu carcereiro chama-se... Amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-9095938800955375560?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/9095938800955375560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=9095938800955375560' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/9095938800955375560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/9095938800955375560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/10/fui-livre-um-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-7804577364233317462</id><published>2010-10-19T13:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-10-19T13:30:11.459Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="main_cnt"&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You had demons to kill within you screaming&lt;br /&gt; With a gun loaded with guilt you opened their eyes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love preys the living and praises the dead&lt;br /&gt; In the heart of our hearts by death we were wed&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bleed well the soul you're about to sell for passion deranged&lt;br /&gt; Kiss and tell, baby we're bleeding well&lt;br /&gt; Bleed well the heart you're about to fail for reasons insane&lt;br /&gt; Kill and tell, baby we're bleeding well'&lt;br /&gt; 'In hell&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'No love lost under her will', I heard you weeping&lt;br /&gt; And on those words a church was built to keep the pain in&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If death is the answer to love's mysteries&lt;br /&gt; Then bleed on my darling to the sound of a dream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bleed Well&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H.I.M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-7804577364233317462?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7804577364233317462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=7804577364233317462' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7804577364233317462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7804577364233317462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-had-demons-to-kill-within-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-5552762484473250463</id><published>2010-10-11T18:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-10-11T18:38:30.752Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm not strong enough to stay away.&lt;br /&gt; Can't run from you&lt;br /&gt; I just run back to you.&lt;br /&gt; Like a maltha I'm drowning through your flame,&lt;br /&gt; Say my name, but it's not the same.&lt;br /&gt; You look in my eyes I'm stripped of my pride.&lt;br /&gt; And my soul surrounders and you bring my heart to it's knees.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's killin' me when you're away, I wouldn't leave and I wouldn't stay.&lt;br /&gt; I'm so confused, So hard to choose.&lt;br /&gt; Between the pressure and the pain.&lt;br /&gt; And I know it's wrong, and I know it's right.&lt;br /&gt; Even if I try to win the fight, my heart would overwhelm my mind.&lt;br /&gt; And I'm not strong enough to stay away&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not strong enough to stay away&lt;br /&gt; What can I do&lt;br /&gt; I would die without you&lt;br /&gt; And with your presence my heart knows no shame&lt;br /&gt; I'm not to blame&lt;br /&gt; Cause you bring my heart to it's knees&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt; My heart is dream to you&lt;br /&gt; And I can't get free&lt;br /&gt; Look what this has done to me"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not Strong Enough&lt;/span&gt; - Apocalyptica feat Brent Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-5552762484473250463?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5552762484473250463/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=5552762484473250463' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/5552762484473250463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/5552762484473250463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-not-strong-enough-to-stay-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-695012582240403173</id><published>2010-10-10T17:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-10-10T17:17:54.135Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;This time, this place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;Misused, mistakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;Too long, too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;Who was I to make you wait?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;Just one chance, just one breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;Just in case there's just one left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause you know, you know, you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;That I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;And I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;And you'll never go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Far Away - Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-695012582240403173?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/695012582240403173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=695012582240403173' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/695012582240403173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/695012582240403173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-time-this-place-misused-mistakes.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-4713057417024165566</id><published>2010-10-10T12:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-10-10T12:43:58.177Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;'My best friend gave me the best advice&lt;br /&gt; He said each day's a gift and not a given right&lt;br /&gt; Leave no stone unturned&lt;br /&gt; Leave your fears behind&lt;br /&gt; And try to take the path less travelled by&lt;br /&gt; That first step you take is the longest stride&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt; And tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt; Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt; Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;br /&gt; Leave old pictures in the past?&lt;br /&gt; Donate every dime you had?&lt;br /&gt; If today was your last day&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Against the grain should be a way of life&lt;br /&gt; What's worth the price is always worth the fight&lt;br /&gt; Every second counts 'cause&lt;br /&gt; There's no second try&lt;br /&gt; So live like you're never livin twice&lt;br /&gt; Don't take the free ride in your own life&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt; And tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt; Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt; Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;br /&gt; Leave old pictures in the past?&lt;br /&gt; Donate every dime you had?&lt;br /&gt; Would you call those friends you've never seen?&lt;br /&gt; Reminisce old memories?&lt;br /&gt; Would you forgive your enemies?&lt;br /&gt; Would you find that one your dreaming of?&lt;br /&gt; Swear up and down to God above&lt;br /&gt; That you'll finally fall in love?&lt;br /&gt; If today was your last day&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt; Would you make it up by mending a broken heart&lt;br /&gt; You know it's never too late&lt;br /&gt; To shoot for the stars&lt;br /&gt; Regardless of who you are&lt;br /&gt; So do whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause you can't rewind&lt;br /&gt; A moment in this life&lt;br /&gt; Let nothing stand in your way&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause the hands of time are never on your side&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt; And tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt; Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt; Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;br /&gt; Leave old pictures in the past?&lt;br /&gt; Donate every dime you had?&lt;br /&gt; Would you call those friends you've never seen?&lt;br /&gt; Reminisce old memories?&lt;br /&gt; Would you forgive your enemies?&lt;br /&gt; Would you find that one your dreaming of?&lt;br /&gt; Swear up and down to God above&lt;br /&gt; That you'll finally fall in love?&lt;br /&gt; If today was your last day'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;If Today Was Your Last Day - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-4713057417024165566?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4713057417024165566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=4713057417024165566' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/4713057417024165566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/4713057417024165566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-best-friend-gave-me-best-advice-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-8981631778916640274</id><published>2010-10-09T17:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-10-09T17:55:40.012Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I dream of the winter in my heart turning to spring&lt;br /&gt;While the ice gives way under my feet&lt;br /&gt;And so I drown with the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been burning in water and drowning in flame&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove you wrong and scare you away&lt;br /&gt;I admit my defeat and want back home&lt;br /&gt;In your heart under the rose            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;H.I.M. - Under the Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-8981631778916640274?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8981631778916640274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=8981631778916640274' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/8981631778916640274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/8981631778916640274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dream-of-winter-in-my-heart-turning.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-1998817491733106536</id><published>2010-10-09T16:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-10-09T16:49:21.423Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Existem escolhas que têm que ser tomadas. Custe o que custar. Doa a quem doer. Não importa.&lt;br /&gt;Tomar decisões é fácil. Basta pensarmos um pouco, encarar as opções, pesar os prós e os contras. Pode ser um processo cansativo, desgastante mas não deixa de ser fácil.&lt;br /&gt;O difícil chega quando temos que comunicar a nossa decisão, explicar o porquê da nossa escolha. Essa sim é a parte difícil, principalmente quando a nossa decisão magoa as pessoas que gostamos, quando a nossa escolha desilude as pessoas que queremos ver orgulhosas de nós. Isso sim, é difícil, porque para nós a decisão é óbvio mas por vezes para os outros não faz o menor sentido. E essa é a dificuldade. Mantermo-nos firmes, acreditando que foi a melhor decisão, a melhor escolha mesmo que um dia se revele um erro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-1998817491733106536?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1998817491733106536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=1998817491733106536' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/1998817491733106536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/1998817491733106536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/10/existem-escolhas-que-tem-que-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-7303399349235044678</id><published>2010-10-01T19:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-10-01T19:07:15.656Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"- Nada. É... não és tu. - Tirei o cabelo molhado da cara. - Tu és óptimo. Sempre foste óptimo, e eu amo-te mesmo. Por isso é que isto não pode acontecer entre nós outra vez. Ter Impressão comigo não é bom para ti, muito menos agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Porque não deixas que seja eu a ralar-me com o que é bom e com o que é mau para mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Porque tu não pensas como deve ser quando se trata de nós dois. - Gritei. - Lembras-te da dor que sentiste quando a nossa Impressão acabou? Lembras-te de dizeres que te deu vontade de morrer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Então não acabes com ela outra vez-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Não é assim tão simples. A minha vida já não é simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Talvez sejas tu a complicar. Existes tu, existo eu. Nós amamo-nos, e desde que éramos pequenos, pelo que devemos ficar juntos. Fim. - disse ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- A vida não é um livro, Heath! Não há garantias de final feliz. - disse eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Não preciso de garantias se te tiver a ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- É isso mesmo. Tu não me tens, Heath. Não podes. Já não podes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerto do livro &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perseguida&lt;/span&gt;, P.C. Cast e Kristin Cast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-7303399349235044678?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7303399349235044678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=7303399349235044678' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7303399349235044678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7303399349235044678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/10/nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-8266414197149037188</id><published>2010-09-29T18:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-09-29T18:27:43.452Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Houve um tempo em que soubera o que fazia, ou achava que sabia.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele era o seu sonho, ou pelo menos achava que o era.&lt;br /&gt;Tratava-se do seu futuro ou pelo menos achava que se tratava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora não sabia.&lt;br /&gt;Agora tinha apenas dúvidas e perguntas, tantas perguntas, e não sabia as respostas.&lt;br /&gt;Não sabia onde as procurar, como as procurar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houvera um tempo em que soubera que fazia o que fazia porque gostava, agora fazia apenas porque as pessoas que amava queriam que ela o fizesse.&lt;br /&gt;O que lhe trazia ainda mais perguntas, mais dúvidas e o pior... trazia-lhe dor, uma dor intensa, e um medo de desilusão tão grande que a obrigava a continuar a fazer o que fazia, mesmo quando já não sabia se o queria continuar a fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-8266414197149037188?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8266414197149037188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=8266414197149037188' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/8266414197149037188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/8266414197149037188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/09/houve-um-tempo-em-que-soubera-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-1336337747808706602</id><published>2010-09-29T17:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-29T17:24:37.877Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In the end, we only regret the chances we didn't take, the relationships we were afraid to have and the decisions we waited too long to make."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-1336337747808706602?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1336337747808706602/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-61114425504596914</id><published>2010-09-25T00:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:56:59.844Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«O que eu quero mesmo é que sejas feliz. Não sei se sabes, talvez não tenhas tido tempo para perceber que para mim sempre foi e será isso o mais importante, mesmo que a vida te leve para outros caminhos e que sem sequer voltes a cruzar-te comigo.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Margarida Rebelo Pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-61114425504596914?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/61114425504596914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=61114425504596914' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/61114425504596914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/61114425504596914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-que-eu-quero-mesmo-e-que-sejas-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-6539652408554585511</id><published>2010-09-22T20:18:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-09-23T18:50:35.525Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TJpn2fchzzI/AAAAAAAABck/ey0S4wkKUwM/s1600/menina_vive_rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TJpn2fchzzI/AAAAAAAABck/ey0S4wkKUwM/s320/menina_vive_rosa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519838479147716402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez uma menina que vivia numa rosa. Era uma menina pequenina, de tez pálida, faces rosadas e pés delicados. Todos a adoravam, talvez pela sua generosidade, talvez pelo seu sorriso fácil, a verdade é que era dificil as pessoas não se sentirem bem quando ela estava presente.&lt;br /&gt;A pequena menina era feliz. Tinha duas amigas pequeninas como ela, e quando se encontravam as três o sol brilhava mais, as flores cheiravam ainda melhor, os campos ficavam ainda mais verdes e vento tornava-se uma brisa tão suave que apetecia sentir. Sim, ela era feliz. Mas não se sentia completa, por mais tempo que passasse com as suas amigas, quando voltava para a sua rosa, a solidão instalava-se e ela chorava, porque não sabia de onde vinha aquela sensação de vazio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um belo dia de Verão, quando o sol ia bem alto e o calor era sufocante, a pequena menina decidiu ir passear até ao rio. Estava ela, contente a refrescar os seus delicados pés, quando viu na outra margem, um menino, pequeno como ela. Ela nunca tinha visto ser tão belo em toda a sua vida, mas na verdade nunca tinha visto um ser como ele. Os seus cabelos ondulavam ao vento, e ele de olhos fechados, sorria.&lt;br /&gt;Não soube ao certo quanto tempo passou a olhar para ele, talvez um minuto, talvez uma hora, mas quando ele abriu os olhos e a viu, ela corou, levantou-se de um pulo e fugiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de adormecer, foi o rosto dele a última coisa que lhe passou pela cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;E assim passaram a ser os seus dias, indo ao rio esperando vê-lo, mas ele nunca mais apareceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a pequena menina nunca mais chorou nas longas noites que passava sozinha na sua rosa, porque agora ela tinha aquele estranho ser para a acompanhar nas suas noites, nos seus pequenos sonhos, no seu pequeno mundo, dentro da sua bela Rosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;text by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;montagem by Rui Costa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-6539652408554585511?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6539652408554585511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=6539652408554585511' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/6539652408554585511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/6539652408554585511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/09/era-uma-vez-uma-menina-que-vivia-numa.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TJpn2fchzzI/AAAAAAAABck/ey0S4wkKUwM/s72-c/menina_vive_rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-9021948333559195743</id><published>2010-09-19T11:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-09-19T11:19:01.477Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Eu amo tudo o que foi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tudo o que já não é&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;A dor que já não me dói&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;A antiga e errônea fé&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;O ontem que a dor deixou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que deixou alegria&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só porque foi, e voou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;E hoje é já outro dia."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fernando Pessoa &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-9021948333559195743?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/9021948333559195743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=9021948333559195743' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/9021948333559195743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/9021948333559195743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/09/eu-amo-tudo-o-que-foi-tudo-o-que-ja-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-8005882476652025905</id><published>2010-09-17T21:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-09-17T21:10:35.004Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TJPZAVk1PBI/AAAAAAAABb8/7WJm9Tsec24/s1600/DSCF1408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TJPZAVk1PBI/AAAAAAAABb8/7WJm9Tsec24/s320/DSCF1408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517992568273845266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me daquele dia como se fosse hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me da leveza do corpo, das sensações à flor da pele.&lt;br /&gt;De todas as sensações, de todos os sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me de todo aquele calor, um fogo ardente que me marcou o coração.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ainda hoje sinto o fogo cá dentro do peito.&lt;br /&gt;Em dias sombrios e gelados, é este calor que me faz sorrir e suportar tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me de todas as cores e cheiros.&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me do brilho da Lua e de todas as estrelas que me sorriam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como me lembro de tudo, tão perfeitamente, como se o estivesse a viver neste momento.&lt;br /&gt;O dia em que a minha alma Renasceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-8005882476652025905?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8005882476652025905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=8005882476652025905' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/8005882476652025905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/8005882476652025905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/09/lembro-me-daquele-dia-como-se-fosse.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TJPZAVk1PBI/AAAAAAAABb8/7WJm9Tsec24/s72-c/DSCF1408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-5576883081757375543</id><published>2010-09-13T12:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-09-13T13:03:54.462Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se eu morresse amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;Ficarias arrependido por nunca me ter beijado ou aliviado por assim não sentires saudade do meu beijo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se eu morresse amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;Ficarias arrependido de nunca me ter tocado ou aliviado por assim não sentires a falta do meu toque?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então e se eu morresse amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;Ficarias arrependido de eu ter deixado de ser uma fantasia ou agradecerias eu ter-me tornado uma realidade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu morresse amanhã...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-5576883081757375543?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5576883081757375543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=5576883081757375543' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/5576883081757375543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/5576883081757375543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/09/se-eu-morresse-amanha.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-7753737437213739530</id><published>2010-09-08T21:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:36:09.644Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Começa como uma dorzinha, incómoda, desconfortável mas tolerável.&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo, tem tendência a aumentar, cada vez mais.&lt;br /&gt;Torna-se uma dor maior e mais dificil de ignorar.&lt;br /&gt;E quando se torna insuportável e já não conseguimos deixá-la de lado, invade-nos.&lt;br /&gt;E preenche cada espaço do nosso corpo e da nossa mente.&lt;br /&gt;Preenche de tal maneira que achamos que vamos explodir, que não vamos aguentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é uma dor que nos consome totalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma dor chamada... Saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-7753737437213739530?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7753737437213739530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=7753737437213739530' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7753737437213739530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7753737437213739530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/09/comeca-como-uma-dorzinha-incomoda.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-8219146561737398236</id><published>2010-09-06T22:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-09-06T22:07:28.529Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TIVmGH7W4OI/AAAAAAAABbs/Q7zEcRa24Ic/s1600/Children+of+the+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TIVmGH7W4OI/AAAAAAAABbs/Q7zEcRa24Ic/s320/Children+of+the+night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513925574178300130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É quando reina o silêncio&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo descansa&lt;br /&gt;Que me deixo ir nas asas do vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ninguém está por perto&lt;br /&gt;E não preciso de usar máscara&lt;br /&gt;Que deixo todas as emoções fluirem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando todos dormem&lt;br /&gt;Felizes e serenos&lt;br /&gt;Que eu choro para limpar a alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando sinto a verdadeira solidão&lt;br /&gt;Quando só ouço o bater do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;É que me deixo levar&lt;br /&gt;Para longe&lt;br /&gt;Sem me preocupar se vou voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-8219146561737398236?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8219146561737398236/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=8219146561737398236' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/8219146561737398236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/8219146561737398236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-quando-reina-o-silencio-e-o-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TIVmGH7W4OI/AAAAAAAABbs/Q7zEcRa24Ic/s72-c/Children+of+the+night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-3024650401461068959</id><published>2010-09-03T19:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-09-03T19:25:02.813Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TIFLg_cprrI/AAAAAAAABbk/q3YAN_SLAnE/s1600/Because+of+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TIFLg_cprrI/AAAAAAAABbk/q3YAN_SLAnE/s320/Because+of+you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512770449037700786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela sabia que era um sonho. Afinal só em sonhos é que ela o via.&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo sabendo que era um sonho ela sentia-se feliz, pois nos sonhos ele era dela. Nos sonhos não existiam problemas, nem complicações. Apenas eles os dois e um mundo inteiro por descobrir.&lt;br /&gt;Quando sonhava sabia que ele se importava com ela, sabia que não lhe era indiferente, sabia que naquelas horas de sono atingia as estrelas, a lua e o sol, e ele estava sempre ao seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;E só isso, só o facto de sonhar com isso, sonhar com ele, deixava-a feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Se aquela era a única maneira de estar perto dele, de poder dizer que lhe pertencia, então ela não se importava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo quando a manhã chegava e acabava com o sonho, ela continuava feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Porque a noite cairia novamente, e ela voltaria a sonhar com ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais valia tê-lo em sonhos do que não o ter de maneira nenhuma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-3024650401461068959?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3024650401461068959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=3024650401461068959' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/3024650401461068959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/3024650401461068959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/09/ela-sabia-que-era-um-sonho.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TIFLg_cprrI/AAAAAAAABbk/q3YAN_SLAnE/s72-c/Because+of+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-7799827586568996363</id><published>2010-08-31T15:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-08-31T15:37:22.658Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TH0howWX57I/AAAAAAAABbc/GYrVhJ5VTZY/s1600/crow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TH0howWX57I/AAAAAAAABbc/GYrVhJ5VTZY/s320/crow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511598503028582322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let the wind carry you home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blackbird fly away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May you never be broken again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beyond the suffering you've known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope you find your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May you never be broken again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Blackbird, Alter Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-7799827586568996363?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7799827586568996363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=7799827586568996363' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7799827586568996363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7799827586568996363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/let-wind-carry-you-home-blackbird-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TH0howWX57I/AAAAAAAABbc/GYrVhJ5VTZY/s72-c/crow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-8322141220727228302</id><published>2010-08-31T14:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-08-31T14:34:35.763Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Foi só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apenas mais um dia como outro qualquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Em que morri para voltar ao meu ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perdi a alma numa rua escura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dormente pelas palavras que não queria ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foi só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uma outra forma de abrir os olhos e acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para saber que o passado sou eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas que amanhã é o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tudo se passa agora e não depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No esventrar das coisas que eu não queria ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu é que sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O que quero para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foi só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apenas mais um dia como outro qualquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para perceber o que sabia sem querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meu amor, fomos tanto sendo tão pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fomos mais um capricho que a vida queria ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foi só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apenas mais uma lição para aprender à minha custa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que o futuro sou eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E também ontem foi o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tudo se passa agora e não depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No desvendar daquilo que não queria ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu é que sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O que quero para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tudo se passa agora e não depois!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu é que sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O que quero para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu é que sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O que quero para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu é que sei!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apenas mais um dia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-8322141220727228302?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8322141220727228302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=8322141220727228302' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/8322141220727228302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/8322141220727228302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/foi-so-apenas-mais-um-dia-como-outro_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-3953171511942305653</id><published>2010-08-29T22:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:41:38.172Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Ela admirou a Lua uma última vez e inspirou o ar da noite. E sorriu.&lt;br /&gt;-Eu sabia que irias voltar. - disse enquanto se virava para ele.&lt;br /&gt;Estava exactamente como se recordava. Alto, loiro e lindo. E aqueles olhos verdes continuavam frios e calculistas.&lt;br /&gt;- Perguntava-me quanto tempo demorarias a perceber que viver sem o teu amor afinal não foi capaz de me matar.&lt;br /&gt;Ele passou a mão pelo cabelo, gesto antigo e ela viu o brilho da lâmina escondida na manga do casaco.&lt;br /&gt;- Demoraste mais do que eu pensava, mas ainda bem. Assim tive tempo para me preparar.&lt;br /&gt;- Não pensei termos que enfrentar esta situação, mas devia tê-la previsto.&lt;br /&gt;- Claro que sim. Mas tu eras presunçoso demais e achavas que eu ia morrer assim que me deixasses. Adivinha? Continuo viva e melhor que nunca. Não há mais nada aqui para ti, por isso podes ir embora.&lt;br /&gt;- Ainda tenho o teu ódio. - Ele movia-se lentamente, em circulo, estudando o melhor ângulo. Ela permanecia parada como uma estátua.&lt;br /&gt;- Não, já nem o meu ódio mereces. Não há nada para ti, nem sequer a indiferença. Essa lição foste tu que me ensinaste. As outras tive que aprender à minha custa.&lt;br /&gt;Ele aproximou-se. Ela conseguia cheirá-lo. Aquele cheiro doce, totalmente único e caracteristico dele. Em tempos, aquele cheiro teria bastado para ela cair de joelhos e pedir o seu amor novamente. Mas isso tinha acabado. Ambos sabiam porque estavam ali. Um tinha que morrer.&lt;br /&gt;Quando ele estava tão próximo que ela sentia o seu hálito, ele olhou-a como antigamente. Ela sorriu.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu pensei mesmo que ia morrer sem ti. Mas felizmente, nessa altura era uma cobarde. - ela viu o brilho da Lua na faca dele, cada vez mais próximo da sua garganta e sorriu ainda mais abertamente. - Hoje já não sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E apunhalou-o no coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixou-lhe a faca enterrada no peito, dele não queria nem esse recordação.&lt;br /&gt;Passou as mãos pelo cabelo e soltou uma gargalhada, que ecoou na noite escura.&lt;br /&gt;Era livre. Finalmente livre. Pois ela soubera desde o ínicio, que para aquele amor acabar, um deles teria que morrer.&lt;br /&gt;Caminhou pela noite dentro, e nunca mais ninguém a viu, mas às vezes em noites de Lua cheia, à quem ouça a sua gargalhada."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-3953171511942305653?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3953171511942305653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=3953171511942305653' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/3953171511942305653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/3953171511942305653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/ela-admirou-lua-uma-ultima-vez-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-3492280320749089226</id><published>2010-08-27T21:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-08-27T21:04:35.901Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Lost and insecure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You found me, you found me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lying on the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Surrounded, surrounded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why'd you have to wait?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where were you? Where were you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just a little late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You found me, you found me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why'd you have to wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To find me? To find me?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Found Me, The Fray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-3492280320749089226?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3492280320749089226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=3492280320749089226' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/3492280320749089226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/3492280320749089226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/lost-and-insecure-you-found-me-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-2459610129643925618</id><published>2010-08-24T13:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-08-24T13:13:49.201Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E se não houver amanhã?&lt;br /&gt;Se não conhecermos o nascer de um novo dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se pensarmos sempre que fazemos depois, que amamos depois e o depois nunca chega?&lt;br /&gt;E se deixamos para amanhã, para a próxima semana, para o próximo ano e não chegamos nem ao fim deste dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como vivemos com a incerteza de não saber se temos mais um minuto, uma hora ou um dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não devíamos assim viver a vida ao máximo?&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitar cada segundo como se fosse o último?&lt;br /&gt;Porque não sabemos se será o último.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ninguém pensa na brevidade da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Planeamos sempre o dia de amanhã, o aniversário do mês que vem, as férias do próximo ano.&lt;br /&gt;E sem percebermos estamos a perder sensações que poderemos nunca experimentar porque pensamos que temos amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, e se não houver amanhã?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-2459610129643925618?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2459610129643925618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=2459610129643925618' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/2459610129643925618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/2459610129643925618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-se-nao-houver-amanha-se-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-6718780165071668143</id><published>2010-08-22T00:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-08-22T00:47:24.843Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="main_cnt"&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been alone with you inside my mind&lt;br /&gt; And in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times&lt;br /&gt; I sometimes see you pass outside my door&lt;br /&gt; Hello, is it me you're looking for?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt; I can see it in your smile&lt;br /&gt; You're all I've ever wanted, (and) my arms are open wide&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause you know just what to say&lt;br /&gt; And you know just what to do&lt;br /&gt; And I want to tell you so much, I love you ...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I long to see the sunlight in your hair&lt;br /&gt; And tell you time and time again how much I care&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes I feel my heart will overflow&lt;br /&gt; Hello, I've just got to let you know&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I wonder where you are&lt;br /&gt; And I wonder what you do&lt;br /&gt; Are you somewhere feeling lonely, or is someone loving you?&lt;br /&gt; Tell me how to win your heart&lt;br /&gt; For I haven't got a clue&lt;br /&gt; But let me start by saying, I love you ...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello, is it me you're looking for?&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause I wonder where you are&lt;br /&gt; And I wonder what you do&lt;br /&gt; Are you somewhere feeling lonely or is someone loving you?&lt;br /&gt; Tell me how to win your heart&lt;br /&gt; For I haven't got a clue&lt;br /&gt; But let me start by saying ... I love you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello - Glee Cast Version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-6718780165071668143?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6718780165071668143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=6718780165071668143' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/6718780165071668143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/6718780165071668143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-been-alone-with-you-inside-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-4455230959338432581</id><published>2010-08-21T00:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-08-21T01:04:34.477Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não sei viver com a sensação de impotência.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei não ajudar as pessoas, não sei não as ouvir, não sei não as compreender e não sei não as ajudar.&lt;br /&gt;Não sou mais que mera humana, mero ser que caminha entre tantos outros iguais a mim, mas sempre fiz tudo o que podia para ser o melhor possível.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre fiz tudo para ouvir e ajudar os outros, mesmos o que não querem ajuda nem querem ser ouvidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei viver com a sensação de inutilidade.&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo sequer imaginar viver neste mundo sem ser prestável e o mais amiga possível.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com os que não querem receber a prestação de ninguém nem querem ter amigos por perto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei viver com a sensação de silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei nem nunca vou saber combatê-lo e isso vai apenas torná-lo mais prolongado, incómodo e insatisfatório, pelo menos para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei viver com isto.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que já nem sei viver com a solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que já nem sei viver comigo mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei viver com isto, nem sei como acabar com isto, só sei que vou continuar assim... porque não sei o que fazer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-4455230959338432581?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4455230959338432581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=4455230959338432581' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/4455230959338432581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/4455230959338432581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-sei-viver-com-sensacao-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-1734319183007634423</id><published>2010-08-18T19:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:15:57.370Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say when and my own two hands&lt;br /&gt; Will comfort you tonight, tonight&lt;br /&gt; Say when and my own two arms&lt;br /&gt; Will carry you tonight, tonight&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come across you lost and broken&lt;br /&gt; You're coming to but you're slow in waking&lt;br /&gt; You start to shake, you still haven't spoken, what happened&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They're coming back and you just don't know when&lt;br /&gt; You want to cry but there's nothing coming&lt;br /&gt; They're gonna push until you give in or say when&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now we're here, and it turns to chaos&lt;br /&gt; Hurricane, coming all around us&lt;br /&gt; Double crack throws you back from the window, you stay low&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It all began with a man &amp;amp; country&lt;br /&gt; Every plan turns another century&lt;br /&gt; Around again, another nation fallen&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe God can be on both sides&lt;br /&gt; Of the gun, never understood why&lt;br /&gt; Some of us never get it so good, so good&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say When, The Fray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-1734319183007634423?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1734319183007634423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=1734319183007634423' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/1734319183007634423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/1734319183007634423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/say-when-and-my-own-two-hands-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-6873630380398326261</id><published>2010-08-18T18:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-08-18T18:18:46.985Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TGwj3KDZIFI/AAAAAAAABas/Ng3SMbyg5Is/s1600/Before+the+storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TGwj3KDZIFI/AAAAAAAABas/Ng3SMbyg5Is/s320/Before+the+storm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506815874865635410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queria que chovesse&lt;br /&gt;Uma pequena tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Que me limpasse a alma&lt;br /&gt;E sarasse as feridas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só algumas gotas&lt;br /&gt;Como se o céu chorasse por mim&lt;br /&gt;Para me elevar o espírito&lt;br /&gt;E melhorasse a forma de ver a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas umas gotinhas&lt;br /&gt;Que me fizessem sorrir e dançar&lt;br /&gt;Para me voltar a sentir leve&lt;br /&gt;E deixar de ter o peso do mundo às costas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-6873630380398326261?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TGwj3KDZIFI/AAAAAAAABas/Ng3SMbyg5Is/s72-c/Before+the+storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-7116038933825048650</id><published>2010-08-17T17:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-08-17T17:14:38.360Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you ever hear what I told you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you ever read what I wrote you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you ever listen to what we played&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you ever let in what the world said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did we get this far just to feel your hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 33px; font-style: italic;"&gt;Did we play to become only pawns in the game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How blind can you be, don't you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 33px; font-style: italic;"&gt;You chose the long road but we'll be waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bye bye beautiful, Nightwish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-7116038933825048650?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7116038933825048650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=7116038933825048650' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7116038933825048650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7116038933825048650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/did-you-ever-hear-what-i-told-you-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-8676163156505575037</id><published>2010-08-17T12:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-08-17T12:31:36.047Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TGqAugyuA5I/AAAAAAAABak/bTFqPIF5F_o/s1600/DSCF1370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TGqAugyuA5I/AAAAAAAABak/bTFqPIF5F_o/s320/DSCF1370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506355030978855826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é que partimos quando não temos para onde voltar?&lt;br /&gt;Como é que esquecemos o que não existe para lembrar?&lt;br /&gt;Como nos afastamos de quem nunca estivemos próximos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é que gerimos as emoções, criadas num castelo de cartas, que ameaça cair ao mínimo sopro?&lt;br /&gt;Como é que gritamos até ficarmos sem voz e mesmo assim não conseguimos deixar de sentir a frustração?&lt;br /&gt;Como é que choramos até não termos mais lágrimas e mesmo assim sentimos a tristeza que não devia existir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é que respondemos a todas as perguntas se ninguém nos diz as respostas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-8676163156505575037?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8676163156505575037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=8676163156505575037' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/8676163156505575037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/8676163156505575037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/como-e-que-partimos-quando-nao-temos.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TGqAugyuA5I/AAAAAAAABak/bTFqPIF5F_o/s72-c/DSCF1370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-4417245066627945210</id><published>2010-08-16T11:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-08-16T11:28:51.421Z</updated><title type='text'>Taking Chances</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TGkg2_dCSdI/AAAAAAAABac/kLbiWyw2WS0/s1600/DSCF1417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TGkg2_dCSdI/AAAAAAAABac/kLbiWyw2WS0/s320/DSCF1417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505968148555385298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't know much about your life&lt;br /&gt;Don't know much about your world but&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;On this planet they call earth.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You don't know about my past&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have a future figured out&lt;br /&gt;And maybe this is going too fast&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it's not meant to last&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;But what do you say to taking chances?&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to jumping off the edge?&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing if there's solid ground below&lt;br /&gt;Or a hand to hold, or hell to pay&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I just want to start again&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can show me how to try&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could take me in&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere underneath your skin&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to taking chances?&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to jumping off the edge?&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing if there's solid ground below&lt;br /&gt;Or a hand to hold, or hell to pay&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I had my heart beaten down&lt;br /&gt;But I always come back for more, yeah&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing but love to pull you up&lt;br /&gt;When you're lying down on the floor, yeah&lt;br /&gt;So talk to me, talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Like lovers do&lt;br /&gt;Yeah walk with me, walk with me&lt;br /&gt;Like lovers do&lt;br /&gt;Like lovers do&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to taking chances?&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to jumping off the edge?&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing if there's solid ground below&lt;br /&gt;Or a hand to hold, or hell to pay&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don't know much about your life,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know much about your world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glee Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-4417245066627945210?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4417245066627945210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=4417245066627945210' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/4417245066627945210'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>Odeio o silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Odeio a indiferença&lt;br /&gt;Odeio esta sensação&lt;br /&gt;De que estou a bater contra uma parede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio não poder fazer nada&lt;br /&gt;Odeio a sensação de impotência&lt;br /&gt;Odeio esta sensação de vazio&lt;br /&gt;Que não devia cá estar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio odiar esta situação.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-7868169299101606470?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7868169299101606470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=7868169299101606470' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7868169299101606470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/7868169299101606470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/odeio-o-silencio-odeio-indiferenca.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-521505671694962924</id><published>2010-08-11T16:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-08-11T16:12:12.155Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Primeiro foi o grito&lt;br /&gt;Ecoou no silêncio da minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Cortando-a em duas&lt;br /&gt;"Está morto"&lt;br /&gt;Ressoando em cada canto da minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois os passos apressados&lt;br /&gt;O som da corrida&lt;br /&gt;O som da respiração ofegante.&lt;br /&gt;"Morto"&lt;br /&gt;Ecoando dentro do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seguir o som do choro&lt;br /&gt;Um sufoco&lt;br /&gt;A respiração cortada&lt;br /&gt;Os soluços&lt;br /&gt;"Morto! Morto!"&lt;br /&gt;A angústia&lt;br /&gt;A negação&lt;br /&gt;A rejeição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois o baque da realidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ele morreu..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E choro dela ecoa em mim&lt;br /&gt;Dilacerando-me a alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Morto..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza dela aumenta a minha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois o silêncio dela&lt;br /&gt;A aceitação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Morto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se houver um paraíso para ti, espero que estejas lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;R.I.P. Rex &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2002/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-521505671694962924?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/521505671694962924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=521505671694962924' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/521505671694962924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/521505671694962924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/primeiro-foi-o-grito-ecoou-no-silencio.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-6179145141690741143</id><published>2010-07-30T11:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-07-30T11:06:35.101Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TFKyLiaTaoI/AAAAAAAABaU/GcFZoVZKu4k/s1600/A+fary+without+wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TFKyLiaTaoI/AAAAAAAABaU/GcFZoVZKu4k/s320/A+fary+without+wings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499654006258231938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu podia ir à Lua e não voltar&lt;br /&gt;Podia perder-me nas ondas do mais alto mar&lt;br /&gt;Podia deixar de respirar&lt;br /&gt;Podia até tentar voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em dias como hoje de nada servia&lt;br /&gt;Porque em dias como hoje nada me impedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles dias em que acordamos com o pé errado&lt;br /&gt;E pensamos que o nosso fardo é demasiado pesado&lt;br /&gt;Nada nos demove de desistir&lt;br /&gt;É deixar o dia passar e tentar no dia a seguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3965880115028560194-6179145141690741143?l=cladarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6179145141690741143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3965880115028560194&amp;postID=6179145141690741143' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/6179145141690741143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965880115028560194/posts/default/6179145141690741143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cladarosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-podia-ir-lua-e-nao-voltar-podia.html' title=''/><author><name>Ari Salvatore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414213356018233855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zoi6CnQxhfo/Ta3Y1YPckXI/AAAAAAAABek/KwcceF00lVI/s220/DSCF2970.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TFKyLiaTaoI/AAAAAAAABaU/GcFZoVZKu4k/s72-c/A+fary+without+wings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965880115028560194.post-747349166440802232</id><published>2010-07-28T17:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-07-28T17:14:43.100Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuUtgyLCByA/TFBla3IGytI/AAAAAAAABaE/KGQTcw7xQHk/s1600/A-moment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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