<?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-13947978</id><updated>2011-11-27T10:39:45.807-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reticências e Reminiscências</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-6162266423878492702</id><published>2007-09-24T11:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T11:20:14.229-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudança</title><content type='html'>Gente, há algum tempo atrás eu abondonei esse blog, mas a realidade é que eu simplesmente me mudei. O meu novo endereço é http://yas-snape.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;Um dos vários motivos da minha mudança é que o LJ é MUITO mais completo que o blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, quem quiser entrar lá e conferir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-6162266423878492702?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6162266423878492702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=6162266423878492702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/6162266423878492702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/6162266423878492702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2007/09/mudana.html' title='Mudança'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-116165683913896760</id><published>2006-10-23T22:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T23:27:19.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltando de um final de semana divertido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/Sampa%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/Sampa%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltei de Sampa feliz da vida!!! Mandei fazer meu &lt;a href="http://www.madamesher.com/corsetover4.php?over_valentinepoas2"&gt;corset&lt;/a&gt; (esse é o modelo, mas a cor é outra e não tem o babadinho), foi pra F1 ver o massa ganhar e vi "Sweet Charity"!!! Tá, a peça é linda, mas acho estranho ver a Cláudia Raia no papel de Charity... Mas com certeza a peça tem outros atributos mais interessantes... ;-) Ah, e saí com uma amiga querida! Maíra, muito obrigada, adorei a nossa noite mexicana!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-116165683913896760?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/116165683913896760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=116165683913896760&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/116165683913896760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/116165683913896760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/10/voltando-de-um-final-de-semana.html' title='Voltando de um final de semana divertido'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115935438150630190</id><published>2006-09-27T07:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T07:53:01.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;S� um pouquinho de m�sica francesa, pra fugir do lugar comum. Um dos maiores int�rpretes de todos os tempos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmenez-Moi&lt;br /&gt;Charles Aznavour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vers les docks, o� le poids et l'ennui&lt;br /&gt;Me courbent le dos&lt;br /&gt;Ils arrivent, le ventre alourdi de fruits,&lt;br /&gt;Les bateaux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ils viennent du bout du monde&lt;br /&gt;Apportant avec eux des id�es vagabondes&lt;br /&gt;Aux reflets de ciel bleu, de mirages&lt;br /&gt;Tra�nant un parfum poivr�&lt;br /&gt;De pays inconnus&lt;br /&gt;Et d'�ternels �t�s,&lt;br /&gt;O� l'on vit presque nu,&lt;br /&gt;Sur les plages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi qui n'ai connu, toute ma vie,&lt;br /&gt;Que le ciel du nord&lt;br /&gt;J'aimerais d�barbouiller ce gris&lt;br /&gt;En virant de bord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmenez-moi au bout de la terre&lt;br /&gt;Emmenez-moi au pays des merveilles&lt;br /&gt;Il me semble que la mis�re&lt;br /&gt;Serait moins p�nible au soleil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans les bars, � la tomb�e du jour,&lt;br /&gt;Avec les marins&lt;br /&gt;Quand on parle de filles et d'amour,&lt;br /&gt;Un verre � la main&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je perds la notion des choses&lt;br /&gt;Et soudain ma pens�e m'enl�ve et me d�pose&lt;br /&gt;Un merveilleux �t�, sur la gr�ve&lt;br /&gt;O� je vois, tendant les bras,&lt;br /&gt;L'amour qui, comme un fou, court au devant de moi&lt;br /&gt;Et je me pends au cou de mon r�ve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand les bars ferment, et que les marins&lt;br /&gt;Rejoignent leurs bords&lt;br /&gt;Moi je r�ve encore jusqu'au matin,&lt;br /&gt;Debout sur le port&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmenez-moi au bout de la terre&lt;br /&gt;Emmenez-moi au pays des merveilles&lt;br /&gt;Il me semble que la mis�re&lt;br /&gt;Serait moins p�nible au soleil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un beau jour, sur un raffiot craquant&lt;br /&gt;De la coque au pont&lt;br /&gt;Pour partir, je travaillerai dans&lt;br /&gt;La soute � charbon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prenant la route qui m�ne&lt;br /&gt;A mes r�ves d'enfant, sur des �les lointaines,&lt;br /&gt;O� rien n'est important que de vivre&lt;br /&gt;O� les filles alanguies&lt;br /&gt;Vous ravissent le coeur en tressant, m'a-t-on dit&lt;br /&gt;De ces colliers de fleurs qui enivrent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je fuirai, laissant l� mon pass�,&lt;br /&gt;Sans aucun remords&lt;br /&gt;Sans bagage et le coeur lib�r�,&lt;br /&gt;En chantant tr�s fort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmenez-moi au bout de la terre&lt;br /&gt;Emmenez-moi au pays des merveilles&lt;br /&gt;Il me semble que la mis�re&lt;br /&gt;Serait moins p�nible au soleil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmenez-moi au bout de la terre&lt;br /&gt;Emmenez-moi au pays des merveilles&lt;br /&gt;Il me semble que la mis�re&lt;br /&gt;Serait moins p�nible au soleil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.castpost.com/Lib/playm1.php?filename=Charles Aznavour - Emmenez moi.mp3&amp;url=http://yasmonteiro.castpost.com/" width="250" height="40" frameborder="0" scrolling=No&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://www.castpost.com'&gt;Castpost&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115935438150630190?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115935438150630190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115935438150630190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115935438150630190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115935438150630190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/09/s-um-pouquinho-de-msica-francesa-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115918762388768795</id><published>2006-09-25T09:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T09:33:44.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Cake!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/05.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O filme é lindo demais, não tem como descrever, só vendo... Quem puder vá ver hoje ou amanhã, eu ainda estou em estado de êxtase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115918762388768795?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115918762388768795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115918762388768795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115918762388768795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115918762388768795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/09/snow-cake.html' title='Snow Cake!!!'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115901838197854657</id><published>2006-09-23T10:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T10:33:01.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hook Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/pic28_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/pic28_17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hook:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was dreaming, Smee, of Pan. &lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pan, Cap'n?&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hook:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And in my dream,             &lt;br /&gt;I was a magnanimous fellow...                &lt;br /&gt;full of forgiveness.                  &lt;br /&gt;I thanked Pan...                &lt;br /&gt;for cutting off my hand...               &lt;br /&gt;and for giving me&lt;br /&gt;this fine hook...                 &lt;br /&gt;for disembowelling&lt;br /&gt;and ripping throats...                 &lt;br /&gt;and other such homely uses...               &lt;br /&gt;as combing my hair.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Smee:&lt;/span&gt; So, Pan did you a favour then, Cap'n?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hook:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A favour?                 &lt;br /&gt;He threw my hand&lt;br /&gt;to a crocodile.                 &lt;br /&gt;The beast liked it so much,&lt;br /&gt;it's followed me ever since,               &lt;br /&gt;licking its lips&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of me.                  &lt;br /&gt;You call that a favour?&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No. No. No. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hook:&lt;/span&gt; Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115901838197854657?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115901838197854657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115901838197854657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115901838197854657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115901838197854657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/09/hook-again.html' title='Hook Again'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115898810732177507</id><published>2006-09-23T02:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T02:08:27.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Captain Hook!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/pic35_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/pic35_17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Thus Wendy first laid eyes on&lt;br /&gt;the dark figure who haunted her stories.&lt;/i&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She saw the piercing eyes&lt;br /&gt;and was not afraid,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but entranced."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;É necessária mais alguma explicação?!?!? Pô, até a Wendy tinha uma queda pelo Hook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115898810732177507?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115898810732177507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115898810732177507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115898810732177507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115898810732177507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-captain-hook.html' title='Oh, Captain Hook!'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115896791019415953</id><published>2006-09-22T20:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T20:31:50.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival</title><content type='html'>Depois de peneirar MUITO cheguei em todos os filmes que vou ver... Aí vai a lista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" bordercolor="#cccccc" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" width="775"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="headlines"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.festivaldorio.com.br/f2006/meufest/edita_prog.asp?ord=filme"&gt;Filme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="headlines"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.festivaldorio.com.br/f2006/meufest/edita_prog.asp?ord=data"&gt;data&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="headlines"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.festivaldorio.com.br/f2006/meufest/edita_prog.asp?ord=local"&gt;local&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="headlines"&gt;horário&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="headlines"&gt;código&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="headlines"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Find Me Guilty&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Sexta - 22/09/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Estação Ipanema 2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;13&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;IP201&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=8')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;O ilusionista&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Sexta - 22/09/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;São Luiz 3&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;16:30&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;SL002&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=46')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;100 escovadas antes de dormir&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Sábado - 23/09/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Roxy 2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;19&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;RX007&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=208')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Clerks II&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Sábado - 23/09/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;São Luiz 3&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;14h00&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;SL005&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=1777')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Um certo olhar&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Domingo - 24/09/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Espaço Unibanco 1&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;14:45&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;UN114&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=275')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Um certo olhar&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Domingo - 24/09/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Espaço Unibanco 1&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;19:15&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;UN116&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=334')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;11 homens dentro do campo e fora do armário&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Segunda - 25/09/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Estação Botafogo 3&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;12:30&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;EB319&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=377')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Dália negra&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Segunda - 25/09/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Leblon 2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;19&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;LB015&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=429')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;As torres gêmeas&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Terça - 26/09/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Roxy 2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;21:30&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;RX020&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=582')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Um certo olhar&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Terça - 26/09/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Estação Ipanema 1&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;13:15&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;IP121&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=478')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Pequena Miss Sunshine&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Terça - 26/09/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Roxy 2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;19&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;RX019&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=553')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Volver&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Quarta - 27/09/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Roxy 2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;19&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;RX023&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=683')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;A vida secreta das palavras&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Quarta - 27/09/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Roxy 2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;21:30&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;RX024&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=708')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Candy&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Quarta - 27/09/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Estação Paissandu&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;14&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;PA021&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=612')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;A última noite&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Quinta - 28/09/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Roxy 2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;21:30&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;RX028&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=843')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Fast Food Nation&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Quinta - 28/09/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Estação Ipanema 2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;13&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;IP231&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=730')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;The Wind that shakes the Barley&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Quinta - 28/09/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Roxy 2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;19&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;RX027&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=803')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Babel&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Sexta - 29/09/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Roxy 2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;14&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;RX029&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=873')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Um Bom Ano&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Sábado - 30/09/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Roxy 2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;14&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;RX033&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=1017')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Paris, eu te amo&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Sábado - 30/09/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Estação Botafogo 1&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;19:15&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;EB152&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=1097')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Noel - poeta da Vila&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Domingo - 01/10/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Estação Ipanema 1&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;15:30&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;IP147&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=1179')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Driving Lessons&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Domingo - 01/10/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Espaço Unibanco 2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;24&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;UN260&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=1274')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Infância roubada&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Segunda - 02/10/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Estação Paissandu&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;14&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;PA041&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=1287')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;The Night Listener&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Segunda - 02/10/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Estação Botafogo 1&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;16:30&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;EB163&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=1315')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Fonte da vida&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Terça - 03/10/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Roxy 2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;14&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;RX045&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=1404')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;The Wicker Man&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Terça - 03/10/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Roxy 2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;21:30&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;RX048&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=1497')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;A educação das fadas&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Quarta - 04/10/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;São Luiz 3&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;14&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;SL049&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=1528')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Quando eu era cantor&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Quarta - 04/10/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Espaço Unibanco 2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;17:30&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;UN275&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=1591')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Os infiltrados&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Quinta - 05/10/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Palácio 1&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;18&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;PL141&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=1725')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Gabrielle&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Quinta - 05/10/2006&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;Estação Ipanema 2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;15:15&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td class="class4"&gt;IP267&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="class4"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:new_window('remove_prog.asp?id=1701')"&gt;remover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115896791019415953?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115896791019415953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115896791019415953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115896791019415953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115896791019415953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/09/festival.html' title='Festival'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115847114261804698</id><published>2006-09-17T02:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T02:32:22.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As Melhores de House nº 1</title><content type='html'>Vou colocar algumas das melhores tiradas do House por aqui, essa é a primeira parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Episódio Piloto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanity is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House&lt;/b&gt;: Far as I know she maybe running an meth lab out on her basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dr. Foreman&lt;/b&gt;: She's a kindergarden teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House&lt;/b&gt;: And if I was a kindergarden student I would trust her implicitly.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dr. Cuddy&lt;/b&gt;: I was expecting you in my office 20 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House&lt;/b&gt;: That's odd, because I had no intentions of being in your office 20 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oxygen is so important during those pre-pubescent years, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're comparing me to a Nazi? &lt;i&gt;(admiringly)&lt;/i&gt; Nice . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House&lt;/b&gt;: Your wife is having an affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orange-Colored Patient&lt;/b&gt;: What??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House&lt;/b&gt;: You're orange, you moron! It's one thing for you not to notice, but your wife hasn't picked up on the fact that her husband has changed colors. She's just not paying attention. Oh, by the way, do you consume just ridiculous amounts of carrots and mega-dose vitamins? The carrots turn you yellow, the niacin turns you red. Get a set of fingerpaints and figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orange-Colored Patien:&lt;/b&gt;: What are those?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House&lt;/b&gt;: Painkillers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orange-Colored Patient&lt;/b&gt;: Oh, for you, for your leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House&lt;/b&gt;: No, because they're yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you prefer - a doctor who holds your hand while you die or who ignores you while you get better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Episódio 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dr. Chase&lt;/b&gt;: It doesn't necessarily have to be that bad. If we exclude the night terrors it could be something systemic: his liver, kidneys, something outside the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House&lt;/b&gt;: Yes, feel free to exclude any symptom if it makes your job easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dan's Mother:&lt;/b&gt; How can you just sit there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House:&lt;/b&gt; If I eat standing up, I spill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House:&lt;/b&gt; Another reason I don't like meeting patients. If they don't know what you look like, they can't yell at you.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cuddy:&lt;/b&gt; How's your hooker doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House:&lt;/b&gt; How sweet of you to ask. Funny story - she was going to be a hospital administrator, but she hated having to screw people like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Funsten:&lt;/b&gt; You've caused me considerable mental stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House:&lt;/b&gt; I certainly hope so.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House:&lt;/b&gt; Could we get off my screw-ups and focus on their's? Theirs is bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House:&lt;/b&gt; It'd be like "The Boy Who Sued Wolf." You know, I bet we have a doctor here named ‘Wolf'. How perfect would that be – I think I'll page him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dr. Cameron:&lt;/b&gt; What about sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House:&lt;/b&gt; Well, it could get complicated. We work together, I'm older, but if you go for that kind of thing . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dr. Cameron:&lt;/b&gt; I meant syphilis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(winks)&lt;/i&gt; Nice cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House:&lt;/b&gt; Dr. Cuddy. Nice outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cuddy:&lt;/b&gt; What are you doing back here? Patient?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House:&lt;/b&gt; No, hooker. Went to my office instead of my home.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House:&lt;/b&gt; Who cares about McPhearson? I heard he tortures kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dr. Foreman:&lt;/b&gt; McDonald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House:&lt;/b&gt; Oh, McDonald. Wonderful doctor - loves kittens.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dr. Foreman:&lt;/b&gt; He probably just moved. Nobody stays perfectly still for their MRI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, he probably got restless and shifted one hemisphere of his brain to a more comfortable position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House:&lt;/b&gt; (Chase) knew that I saw something on the MRI, so he figured that I saw something and took a guess. Clever . . . but pathetic.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House:&lt;/b&gt; You hound me for my opinion and then you condemn my diagnosis. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House:&lt;/b&gt; When did my signature become so girly...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House:&lt;/b&gt; Perseverance does not equal worthiness. Next time you want to get my attention, wear something fun. Low-riding jeans are hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115847114261804698?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115847114261804698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115847114261804698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115847114261804698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115847114261804698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-melhores-de-house-n-1.html' title='As Melhores de House nº 1'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115745827479601946</id><published>2006-09-05T09:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T09:12:58.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Faerie Queene by Edmund Spenser - Book V Canto II stanza 39</title><content type='html'>Um lindo poema pra vocês...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of things unseene how canst thou deeme aright,&lt;br /&gt;Then answered the righteous Artegall ,&lt;br /&gt;Sith thou misdeem'st so much of things in sight?&lt;br /&gt;What though the sea with waues continuall&lt;br /&gt;Doe eate the earth, it is no more at all:&lt;br /&gt;Ne is the earth the lesse, or loseth ought,&lt;br /&gt;For whatsoeuer from one place doth fall,&lt;br /&gt;Is with the tide unto an other brought:&lt;br /&gt;For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.castpost.com/Lib/playm1.php?filename=Alan Rickman - Sense And Sensibility Poem.mp3&amp;amp;url=http://yasmonteiro.castpost.com/" frameborder="0" width="250" scrolling="no" height="40"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://www.castpost.com"&gt;Castpost&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115745827479601946?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115745827479601946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115745827479601946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115745827479601946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115745827479601946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/09/faerie-queene-by-edmund-spenser-book-v.html' title='The Faerie Queene by Edmund Spenser - Book V Canto II stanza 39'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115681152885317025</id><published>2006-08-28T21:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:32:08.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Kicking Ass - Hugh Lauri e Stephen Fry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/Y7PUfsDc8x0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/Y7PUfsDc8x0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Só um comentário...&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115681152885317025?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115681152885317025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115681152885317025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115681152885317025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115681152885317025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/08/kicking-ass-hugh-lauri-e-stephen-fry-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115653927209637834</id><published>2006-08-25T17:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T17:54:32.283-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;All for One and All for Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/h8GWZq1U-LY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/h8GWZq1U-LY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Esse é um dos clipes mais lindos que existe, além do final ser muito fofo!!! A música é da trilha sonora dos "3 Mosqueteiros".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's love you give &lt;br /&gt;(I'll be a man of good faith.) &lt;br /&gt;Then in love you live. &lt;br /&gt;(I'll make a stand. I won't break.) &lt;br /&gt;I'll be the rock you can build on, &lt;br /&gt;Be there when you're old, &lt;br /&gt;To have and to hold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's love inside &lt;br /&gt;(I swear I'll always be strong.) &lt;br /&gt;Then there's a reason why. &lt;br /&gt;(I'll prove to you we belong.) &lt;br /&gt;I'll be the wal that protects you &lt;br /&gt;From the wind and the rain, &lt;br /&gt;From the hurt and pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make it all for one and all for love. &lt;br /&gt;Let the one you hold be the one you want, &lt;br /&gt;The one you need, &lt;br /&gt;'Cause when it's all for one it's one for all. &lt;br /&gt;When there's someone that should know &lt;br /&gt;Then just let your feelings show &lt;br /&gt;And make it all for one and all for love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's love you make &lt;br /&gt;(I'll be the fire in your night.) &lt;br /&gt;Then it's love you take. &lt;br /&gt;(I will defend, I will fight.) &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when you need me. &lt;br /&gt;When honor's at stake, &lt;br /&gt;This vow I will make: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it's all for one and all for love. &lt;br /&gt;Let the one be the one you want, &lt;br /&gt;The one you need, &lt;br /&gt;'Cause when it's all for one it's one for all. &lt;br /&gt;When there's someone that should know &lt;br /&gt;Then just let your feelings show &lt;br /&gt;And make it all for one and all for love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lay our love to rest &lt;br /&gt;'Cause we could stand up to you test. &lt;br /&gt;We got everything and more than we had planned, &lt;br /&gt;More than the rivers that run the land. &lt;br /&gt;We've got it all in our hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's all for one and all for love. &lt;br /&gt;(It's all for love.) &lt;br /&gt;Let the one you hold be the one you want, &lt;br /&gt;The one you need, &lt;br /&gt;'Cause when it's all for one it's one for all. &lt;br /&gt;(It's one for all.) &lt;br /&gt;When there's someone that should know &lt;br /&gt;Then just let your feelings show. &lt;br /&gt;When there's someone that you want, &lt;br /&gt;When there's someone that you need &lt;br /&gt;Let's make it all, all for one and all for love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115653927209637834?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115653927209637834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115653927209637834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115653927209637834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115653927209637834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-for-one-and-all-for-love-esse-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115589887465505710</id><published>2006-08-18T08:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T08:03:31.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Anymore"</title><content type='html'>Alan Rickman e Juliet Stevenson cantando uma música chamada "The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Anymore", do filme "Truly, Madly, Deeply", um dos filmes mais lindos que eu já vi. Deixa "Ghost" no chinelo. Ah, o cello é tocado pelo próprio Alan, ele aprendeu a tocar só pra fazer o papel... Não é lindo?!?!? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Loneliness is the coat you wear&lt;br /&gt;A deep shade of blue is always there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun ain't gonna shine anymore&lt;br /&gt;The moon ain't gonna rise in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Tears are always clouding your eyes&lt;br /&gt;When you're without love&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness is the place you're in&lt;br /&gt;No more to lose, and no more to win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun ain't gonna shine anymore&lt;br /&gt;The moon ain't gonna rise in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Tears are always clouding your eyes&lt;br /&gt;When you're without love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.castpost.com/Lib/playm1.php?filename=Alan Rickman &amp;amp;amp; Juliet Stevenson - The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Anymore.mp3&amp;amp;url=http://yasmonteiro.castpost.com/" frameborder="0" width="250" scrolling="no" height="40"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://www.castpost.com"&gt;Castpost&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115589887465505710?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115589887465505710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115589887465505710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115589887465505710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115589887465505710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/08/sun-aint-gonna-shine-anymore.html' title='&quot;Sun Ain&apos;t Gonna Shine Anymore&quot;'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115581293858080846</id><published>2006-08-17T08:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T08:08:58.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;title&gt;Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare&lt;/title&gt;Numa �poca em que todos descreviam suas amadas como deusas, com as cores da natureza, com a delicadeza das flores e com a leveza do ar, neste poema Shakespeare descreve a sua amada como um ser humano comum, mas diz que apesar dela ser comum ele a ama da mesma forma como os outros amam as suas deusas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;&lt;br /&gt;Coral is far more red than her lips' red;&lt;br /&gt;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;&lt;br /&gt;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen roses damasked, red and white,&lt;br /&gt;But no such roses see I in her cheeks;&lt;br /&gt;And in some perfumes is there more delight&lt;br /&gt;Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear her speak, yet well I know&lt;br /&gt;That music hath a far more pleasing sound;&lt;br /&gt;I grant I never saw a goddess go;&lt;br /&gt;My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;     And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare&lt;br /&gt;     As any she belied with false compare."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.castpost.com/Lib/playm1.php?filename=William Shakespeare - Sonnet 130 (read by Alan Rickman).mp3&amp;url=http://yasmonteiro.castpost.com/" width="250" height="40" frameborder="0" scrolling=No&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://www.castpost.com'&gt;Castpost&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115581293858080846?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115581293858080846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115581293858080846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115581293858080846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115581293858080846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/08/sonnet-130-by-william-shakespearenuma.html' title=''/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115557654125834811</id><published>2006-08-14T14:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T14:29:01.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"No Business Like Show Business"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/AzLB5hLe6KA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/AzLB5hLe6KA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Eu AMO essa versão da música!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115557654125834811?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115557654125834811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115557654125834811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115557654125834811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115557654125834811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-business-like-show-business-eu-amo.html' title=''/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115471450600709843</id><published>2006-08-04T15:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T15:21:33.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulheres e Homens da minha Vida... :-)</title><content type='html'>Hum... Aqui vai um post com a lista de mulheres que eu adoraria ser (além de mim mesma, obviamente... hehehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.danielcohen.com/dcsales/item_images/41.jpg"&gt;Glenn Close&lt;/a&gt; (101 Dálmatas - Ms. Devil, Ligações Perigosas - Marquise Isabelle de Merteuil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iranactor.com/Wallpaper/Guested/Mordad84/Meryl_Streep.jpg"&gt;Meryl Streep&lt;/a&gt; (As Horas - Clarissa Vaughan, Krammer vs. Krammer - Joanna Kramer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.infoplease.com/images/movrf54.gif"&gt;Angelica Houston&lt;/a&gt; (As Brumas de Avalon - Morgana, Família Adams - Morticia Adams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doctormacro.com/Images/Davis,%20Bette/Davis,%20Bette_04.jpg"&gt;Bette Davis&lt;/a&gt; (A Malvada - Margo Channing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doctormacro.com/Images/Garbo,%20Greta/Garbo,%20Greta%20(Susan%20Lenox,%20Her%20Fall%20and%20Rise)_01.jpg"&gt;Greta Garbo&lt;/a&gt; (Mata Hari - Mata Hari)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nsblog.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/julie_andrews_my_fair_lady_by_beaton_bbf_1.jpg"&gt;Julie Andrews&lt;/a&gt; (Mary Poppins - Mary Poppins, A Noviça Rebelde - Maria, Victor ou Victoria - Victoria/Victor, Diário da Princesa - Rainha Clarisse Renaldi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kinoweb.de/film2000/TeaWithMussolini/pix/twm023_L.jpg"&gt;Judy Dench&lt;/a&gt; (últimos filmes do 007 - Miss M., Orgulho e Preconceito - Lady Catherine de Bourg, Chocolate - Armande Voizin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.platinum.matthey.com/uploaded_files/news%20room%20pics/Stockard%20Channing%2001%20FS.JPG"&gt;Stockard Channing&lt;/a&gt; (The West Wing - Abbey Bartlet, Grease - Betty Rizzo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lukefund.org/files/04_16_2005_02_59_33PM.jpg"&gt;Carol Burnett&lt;/a&gt; (Annie - Miss Hannigan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumorhasitmovie.warnerbros.com/_downloads/wallpapers/rumor_wall4_1280x1024.jpg"&gt;Shirley Maclaine&lt;/a&gt; (Dizem Por Aí - Katharine Richelieu, A Feiticeira - Iris Smythson/Endora)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emma-thompson.net/Wall2.jpg"&gt;Emma Thompson&lt;/a&gt; (Simplesmente Amor - Karen, Harry Potter e o Prisioneiro de Azkaban - Professor Sybil Trelawney, Razão e Sensibilidade - Elinor Dashwood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora a lista de homens com os quais eu casaria (não importa se são gays!!! Ah, essa é bem maior...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alanholic.boo.pl/fant/fwallpaper13.jpg"&gt;Alan Rickman&lt;/a&gt; (Duro de Matar - Hans Grubber, Harry Potter - Professor Severus Snape, Razão e Sensibilidade - Coronel Brandon, Dogma - Metatron, Simplesmente Amor - Harry, Robin Hood - Xerif of Notthingham)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kinoweb.de/film2001/FindingForrester/pix/ff4.jpg"&gt;Sean Connery&lt;/a&gt; (primoeiros filmes do 007 - James Bond, A Liga Extraordinária - Allan Quatermain, Armadilha - Robert MacDougal, Lancelot O Primeiro Cavaleiro - Rei Arthur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cinemacomrapadura.com.br/metamorfose/imgs/ralph_fiennes_metamorfose_wallpaper_01_1024.jpg"&gt;Ralph Fiennes&lt;/a&gt; (Harry Potter e o Cálice de Fogo - Voldmort, O Jardineiro Fiel - Justin Quayle, Dragão Vermelho - Francis Dolarhyde)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mellesleg.hu/noimagazin/sztar/sztar/000001/kepek/01/george_clooney_01_002.jpg"&gt;George Clooney&lt;/a&gt; (Onze Homens e um Segredo - Danny Ocean, Syriana - Bob Barnes, Boa Noite, e Boa Sorte. - Fred Friendly, Batman e Robin - Batman/Bruce Wayne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sashaproductions.com/images/Jason_Isaacs.jpg"&gt;Jason Isaacs&lt;/a&gt; (Peter Pan - Captain James Hook, Harry Potter - Lucius Malfoy, O Patriota - Col. William Tavington)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mccordphotography.com/albums/Square-Pegs-and-Round-Holes/Paul_Newman2.jpg"&gt;Paul Newman&lt;/a&gt; (Estrada para a Perdição - John Rooney)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogmeisterusa.mu.nu/archives/NathanLane.jpg"&gt;Nathan Lane&lt;/a&gt; (A Gaiola das Loucas - Albert Goldman, Os Produtores - Max Bialystock, O Rei Leão *voz* - Timão)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kinoweb.de/film2000/Magnolia/pix/mag3.jpg"&gt;Philip Seymour Hoffman&lt;/a&gt; (Capote - Truman Capote)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mozinet.hu/site/conf/upload/mozinet_DAT156038_63.jpg"&gt;Cary Grant&lt;/a&gt; (Night and Day - Cole Porter, Charade - Peter Joshua)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meredy.com/williamholden/holdenbw15.jpg"&gt;William Holdem&lt;/a&gt; (Sunset Boulevard - Joe Gillis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wl.net.pl/pliki/Image/Sting.jpg"&gt;Sting&lt;/a&gt; (cantor e compositor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americangaming.org/assets/images/hof/Frank_Sinatra_jpeg.JPG"&gt;Frank Sinatra&lt;/a&gt; (Marujos do Amor, cantor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doctormacro.com/Images/Kelly,%20Gene/Kelly,%20Gene%20(On%20the%20Town)_01.jpg"&gt;Gene Kelly&lt;/a&gt; (Cantando na Chuva)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/hollywood/bungalow/6339/sean4.JPG"&gt;Sean Penn&lt;/a&gt; (Sobre Meninos e Lobos - Jimmy Markum, 21 Gramas - Paul Rivers, Taps - Alex Dwyer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e72/charmedgirlsnet/WilliamPetersen.jpg"&gt;William Petersen&lt;/a&gt; (CSI Las Vegas - Gil Grissom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.steveandeydie.com/cporter.jpg"&gt;Cole Porter&lt;/a&gt; (compositor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://garyoldman.info/Galleries/albums/userpics/10001/scan204ve.jpg"&gt;Gary Oldman&lt;/a&gt; (Harry Potter e o Prisioneiro de Azkaban - Sirius Black, Drácula de Bram Sotcker - Drácula, O Profissional - Stansfield, Hannibal - Mason Verger, Batman Begins - Jim Gordon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.much-ado.net/wp/ianwp.jpg"&gt;Ian McKellen&lt;/a&gt; (Deuses e Monstros - James Whale, X-Men - Magneto/Erik Lensherr, O Código Da Vinci - Sir Leigh Teabing, O Senhor dos Anéis Trilogia - Gandalf The Grey/Gandalf The White, Rasputin - Tsar Nicholas II, O Aprendiz - Kurt Dussander)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vanderbilt.edu/chegsa/images_2/meatloaf.jpg"&gt;Meatloaf&lt;/a&gt; (The Rocky Horry Picture Show - Eddie, cantor e compositor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.wsm-us.com/18/PhilCollins104c.jpg"&gt;Phil Collins&lt;/a&gt; (cantor e compositor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://x90.xanga.com/e7eb67647563346564763/b31400890.jpg"&gt;Hugh Laurie&lt;/a&gt; (House, Stuart Little - Mr. Frederick Little)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.figjamstudios.com/adm/photo/302_Kyan_Douglas_02.jpg"&gt;Kyan Douglas&lt;/a&gt; (Queer Eye for the Straight Guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.coxnewsweb.com/B/08/70/56/image_456708.jpg"&gt;Chris Noth&lt;/a&gt; (Sex and the City - Mr. Big)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kinoweb.de/film99/WildWildWest/pix/www8.jpg"&gt;Kevin Kline&lt;/a&gt; (A Pantera Cor de Rosa - Chief Insp. Dreyfus, De-Lovely - Cole Porter, As Loucas Aventuras de James West - U.S. Marshal Artemus Gordon, Um Peixe Chamado Wanda - Otto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worth1000.com/web/media/5862/ps18.jpg"&gt;Patrick Stewart&lt;/a&gt; (X-Men - Professor Charles Xavier, Star Treck Nova Geração - Captain Jean-Luc Picard, Bárbaros e Infiéis - Rei Henrique II)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liamneeson-fansite.com/photos/mags/9401_vogue/vogue_9401_1.jpg"&gt;Liam Neeson&lt;/a&gt; (Simplesmente Amor - Daniel, Kinsey - Alfred Kinsey, Guangues de Nova York - 'Priest' Vallon, Les Misérables - Jean Valjean, Michael Collins - Michael Collins, A Lista de Schindler - Oskar Schindler)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i14/caitiealise33/JohnnyDepp.jpg"&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/a&gt; (Piratas do Caribe - Captain Jack Sparrow, O Libertino - Conde de Rochester, Edward Mãos de Tesoura - Edward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.waposdecine.com/andygarcia/ag11g.jpg"&gt;Andy Garcia&lt;/a&gt; (Onze Homens e um Segredo - Terry Benedict, Os Intocáveis - Agent George Stone/Giuseppe Petri, O Poderoso Chefão Trilogia - Vincent Mancini)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asahi-net.or.jp/~aa7s-oons/wall/alpacino.jpg"&gt;Al Pacino&lt;/a&gt; (Perfume de Mulher - Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade, O Poderoso Chefão - Michael Corleone, Scarface - Tony Montana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/buffysweetsurender/Tony_Files/ash40_jpg.jpg"&gt;Anthony Stewart Head&lt;/a&gt; (Buffy, A Caça Vampiros - Giles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sonyclassics.com/artschoolconfidential/desktops/sandiford_1920.jpg"&gt;John Malkovich&lt;/a&gt; (Quro ser John Malkovich - John Malkovich, O Libertino - King Charles II, Les Misérables - Javert, Ligações Perigosas - Vicomte Sébastien de Valmont)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media1.santabanta.com/full/global%20celebrities(m)/pierce%20brosnan/pie1v.jpg"&gt;Pierce Brosnan&lt;/a&gt; (últimos filmes do 007 - James Bond, Thomas Crown - Thomas Crown, O Matador - Julian Noble, Leis da Atração -Daniel Rafferty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/gallery/2001/12/04/ken1.JPG"&gt;Kenneth Branagh&lt;/a&gt; (Harry Potter e a Câmara Secreta - Professor Gideroy Lockheart, As Loucas Aventuras de James West - Dr. Arliss Loveless, Hamlet - Hamlet, Othello - Iago, Frankenstein - Victor Frankenstein, Muito Barulho por Nada - Benedick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, acho que chega, né?!?!? hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115471450600709843?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115471450600709843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115471450600709843&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115471450600709843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115471450600709843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/08/mulheres-e-homens-da-minha-vida.html' title='Mulheres e Homens da minha Vida... :-)'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115415350506030508</id><published>2006-07-29T03:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T03:11:45.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Grace &amp; Karen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/D7isQ7CxnBw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/D7isQ7CxnBw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gente, eu tinha que colocar isso aqui no meu blog... É simplesmente HILÁRIO!!! Ver essas duas se beijando é sempre divertido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115415350506030508?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115415350506030508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115415350506030508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115415350506030508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115415350506030508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/07/grace-karen-gente-eu-tinha-que-colocar.html' title=''/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115357416605003613</id><published>2006-07-22T10:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T10:16:06.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pablo Neruda - I Like For You To Be Still</title><content type='html'>"I like for you to be still&lt;br /&gt;It is as though you are absent&lt;br /&gt;And you hear me from far away&lt;br /&gt;And my voice does not touch you&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though your eyes had flown away&lt;br /&gt;And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth&lt;br /&gt;As all things are filled with my soul&lt;br /&gt;You emerge from the things&lt;br /&gt;Filled with my soulYou are like my soul&lt;br /&gt;A butterfly of dream&lt;br /&gt;And you are like the word: Melancholy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like for you to be still&lt;br /&gt;And you seem far away&lt;br /&gt;It sounds as though you are lamenting&lt;br /&gt;A butterfly cooing like a dove&lt;br /&gt;And you hear me from far away&lt;br /&gt;And my voice does not reach you&lt;br /&gt;Let me come to be still in your silence&lt;br /&gt;And let me talk to you with your silence&lt;br /&gt;That is bright as a lampSimple, as a ring&lt;br /&gt;You are like the night&lt;br /&gt;With its stillness and constellations&lt;br /&gt;Your silence is that of a star&lt;br /&gt;As remote and candid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like for you to be still&lt;br /&gt;It is as though you are absent&lt;br /&gt;Distant and full of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;So you would've died&lt;br /&gt;One word then, One smile is enough&lt;br /&gt;And I'm happy;&lt;br /&gt;Happy that it's not true"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115357416605003613?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115357416605003613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115357416605003613&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115357416605003613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115357416605003613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/07/pablo-neruda-i-like-for-you-to-be.html' title='Pablo Neruda - I Like For You To Be Still'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115290915517515757</id><published>2006-07-14T17:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T17:52:38.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/tqxCJJiUvZg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música é conhecida, o estilo em que ela é cantada nesse vídeo nem tanto...&lt;br /&gt;Vídeo maravilhoso e vozes maravilhosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Pra quem está se perguntando, o nome do grupo é Masters of Chant, um grupo que transformas músicas pops em verdadeiras obras de arte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115290915517515757?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115290915517515757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115290915517515757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115290915517515757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115290915517515757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/07/boulevard-of-broken-dreams-msica.html' title=''/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115289442809022349</id><published>2006-07-14T13:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T13:27:08.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;SYD BARRET - GRIEVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/vyqgjCKm9nQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/vyqgjCKm9nQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;***** GRIEVING ***** &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115289442809022349?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115289442809022349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115289442809022349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115289442809022349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115289442809022349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/07/syd-barret-grieve-grieving.html' title=''/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115229209759573310</id><published>2006-07-07T14:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T14:18:32.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Hit The Couch"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/mNwj_n7ElQw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, quem está acostumado a ver Frasier sabe quem é esse cara, e quem não está... Bom, ele disse e eu repito: "There's a few of you who don't watch Frasier. I'm not speaking to you, so..." :-)&lt;br /&gt;Ele é hilário!!! É como eu sempre digo, os bons ou são gays ou estão casados... No caso dele... Gay. Se alguém souber de algum homem interessante e disponível, por favor, avise que existe alguém à procura e dê o endereço desse blog... hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Monica, passo a música pra você com o maior prazer, o meu e-mail é yas.snape@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115229209759573310?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115229209759573310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115229209759573310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115229209759573310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115229209759573310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/07/hit-couch-bom-quem-est-acostumado-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115170650788610712</id><published>2006-06-30T19:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:28:27.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Megan Mullally - A Tribute&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/HZLUdRcmqpA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/HZLUdRcmqpA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Esse vídeo fui eu que fiz... Só uma homenagem a essa grande atriz que é a Megan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115170650788610712?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115170650788610712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115170650788610712&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115170650788610712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115170650788610712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/06/megan-mullally-tribute-esse-vdeo-fui.html' title=''/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115158326597595126</id><published>2006-06-29T09:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T09:14:26.050-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Style&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/Fr_3hBDHYXQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/Fr_3hBDHYXQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gente, essa é uma música do filme Robin and 7 Hoods. Nessa cena estão os que eu considero os 3 maiores crooners de todos os tempos. Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby e Dean Martin!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115158326597595126?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115158326597595126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115158326597595126&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115158326597595126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115158326597595126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/06/style-gente-essa-uma-msica-do-filme.html' title=''/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115145116428719928</id><published>2006-06-27T20:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:32:44.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Will &amp; Grace Finale&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/kUwNhSPfWRg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/kUwNhSPfWRg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hoje foi ao ar, no canal Sony, o último episódio de Will &amp; Grace... Essa foi a cena que mais me emocionou!!! Não sabia que ela cantava tão bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115145116428719928?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115145116428719928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115145116428719928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115145116428719928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115145116428719928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/06/will-grace-finale-hoje-foi-ao-ar-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115141630946963858</id><published>2006-06-27T10:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T10:51:50.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sunset Boulevard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/fdYXCgHG7po"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/fdYXCgHG7po" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dizem que está programado para sair a versão musical de Sunset Boulevard, com Glenn Close no papel principal, pois foi ela que interpretou o mesmo papel na Broadway... Aí está uma pequena demonstração do que ela fez e fará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115141630946963858?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115141630946963858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115141630946963858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115141630946963858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115141630946963858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/06/sunset-boulevard-dizem-que-est.html' title=''/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115132244103306219</id><published>2006-06-26T08:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T08:47:21.103-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;High Society&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/BmIx_Ugat6U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/BmIx_Ugat6U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Um filme maravilhoso  com lindas músicas de Cola Porter. Bing Crosby e Frank Sinatra arrasavam, nunca mais existirá alguém como eles... Depois eu vou colocar um vídeo do pessoal do Rat Pack aqui. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115132244103306219?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115132244103306219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115132244103306219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115132244103306219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115132244103306219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/06/high-society-um-filme-maravilhoso-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115108553550985591</id><published>2006-06-23T14:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T14:58:55.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Moses Supposes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/ly5_NnkvzGA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/ly5_NnkvzGA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Eu tô enchendo vocês de vídeos, né?!?!? hehehehe. Esse é bem clássico, é do filme Singing in the Rain. Essa cena é com Gene Kelly (God) e Donald O'Connor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115108553550985591?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115108553550985591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115108553550985591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115108553550985591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115108553550985591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/06/moses-supposes-eu-t-enchendo-vocs-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115103195716802020</id><published>2006-06-23T00:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T00:05:57.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dean Martin &amp; Frank Sinatra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/WUEazy-XfFg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/WUEazy-XfFg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Eles estão tão confortáveis que você sente a diversão... Definitivamente eu nasci na época errada. Hum... Eu deveria ter nascido no começo da década de 20, em NY, adolescente e jovem nas décadas de 30 e 40 e adulta na década de 50!!! Teria sido PERFEITO!!! Os grandes musicais, Cole Porter, Irvin Berling, Sinatra, Dean, época de ouro do cinema! Definitivamente... Errada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115103195716802020?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115103195716802020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115103195716802020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115103195716802020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115103195716802020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/06/dean-martin-frank-sinatra-eles-esto-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115095190155659627</id><published>2006-06-22T01:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T01:51:41.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Annie Lennox - Walking on Broken Glass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/J5vEm70CEy0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/J5vEm70CEy0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Annie Lennox, John Malkovich e Hugh Laurie. Precisa de mais alguma coisa?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Ah sim, o final que eu gostaria de ter visto em "Ligações Perigosas". :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115095190155659627?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115095190155659627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115095190155659627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115095190155659627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115095190155659627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/06/annie-lennox-walking-on-broken-glass.html' title=''/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115072173193665438</id><published>2006-06-19T09:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T09:55:50.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mamas Rap&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/fHmECEfrGsM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/fHmECEfrGsM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Julies Andrews e Carol Burnett. HILÁRIO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115072173193665438?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115072173193665438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115072173193665438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115072173193665438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115072173193665438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/06/mamas-rap-julies-andrews-e-carol.html' title=''/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115064979139959054</id><published>2006-06-18T02:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T13:56:31.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Love! Valor! Compassion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/love_valour_compassion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/love_valour_compassion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sinceramente, eu não sei o que eu esperava desse filme, mas certamente não era o que eu recebi. Sei que todos falam de Brokeback Mountain, de como o filme é lindo, sensível, delicado e real, eu mesma amei o filme, mas esse filme está em outro nível, ele é espetacular e muito mais profundo que Brokeback. Ele conta a história de 6 amigos que se reunem todo ano, no feriado de 4 de julho, na casa de campo de um deles até que mais duas pessoas são introduzidas ao grupo e tudo muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115064979139959054?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115064979139959054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115064979139959054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115064979139959054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115064979139959054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-valor-compassion.html' title='Love! Valor! Compassion!'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115021775822485913</id><published>2006-06-13T13:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T13:55:58.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll be in My Heart</title><content type='html'>Gente, escrevi outra fic!!! Tô tão produtiva esses últimos dias... hahahahahaha. Novamente uma fic slash Charles e Erik, novamente escrita em inglês e novamente baseada em uma música(dessa vez do Phil Collins). Já expliquei o porquê da minha opção de escrever esse tipo de fic em inglês, mas quero falar mais uma coisinha... Algumas coisas ficam mais fáceis de se expressar quando escritas em inglês. Escrevi algumas fics do The Producers também (Leo e Max), mas como o conteúdo é extremamente mais pesado do que o conteúdo das minhas fics de X-Men, eu nem ouso publicá-las aqui. Ah, antes que pensem besteira, é que as fics do The Producers são mais angustiantes e violentas, pois se passam em 1958, quando havia um preconceito absurdo. Bom, vamos falar de amenidades... hehehehehe. Aqui vai a fic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Depois vou escrever sobre "Bent", mas já vou adiantar... TDB!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/smooch2_crow_color_OKami.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll Be In My Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He didn’t know where he was… It was dark; he was cold, hungry and hurt. He was so hurt that his bones ached. The smell of that place was disgusting, he felt sick and threw up, not bothering to clean anything. All of a sudden he felt a punch on the back of his head and fell, having only enough time to keep his face from touching the hard floor and his own vomit.&lt;br /&gt;“Get up pig! Clean this mess right now! Lick this floor until it is spotless!”&lt;br /&gt;This man spoke another language, but he could understand everything he was saying. He looked at his hands, now filthier than they had been and with some nasty cuts in them, and when he looked at his forearm all came to place. He was in Auschwitz! This wasn’t him, it was Erik!&lt;br /&gt;Charles woke up sweating and saw that Erik was still asleep and crying… He had to do something, he had to wake and help Eric without him knowing, so he entered Eric’s dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come stop your crying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It will be all right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Hold it tight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will protect youfrom all around you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you cry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he managed to enter Eric’s dream without been notice. The scenario had changed, noises came from everywhere, and Erik was curled up in the corner of the big, almost empty, building. He looked tired, hurt and so skinny, so little and hopeless for 16 years old boy. Charles came closer, the boy looked hard at him and threw some kind of sharp metal at him. Charles stopped it in the middle air and dropped it on the floor. Now the little Eric looked at him with amusement on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Calm down boy, I’m here to help you, I won’t hurt you… I’m like you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles stood out his hand to Erik. The boy was a little apprehensive at the beginning, but took the hand and the embrace that was been offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s it, calm down boy… It’s going to be all right.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For one so small,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you seem so strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My arms will hold you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;keep you safe and warm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This bond between us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't be brokenI will be here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik woke up with his face all wet, and he felt exhausted. Charles, knowing that Erik would wake, pretended to asleep. Erik knew better, but decided to play along.&lt;br /&gt;“Charles, are you awake?”&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;“Charles, please, wake up.”&lt;br /&gt;“What is it, Erik?”&lt;br /&gt;“I had a nightmare… About Auschwitz…”&lt;br /&gt;“Indeed…” Charles looked at Erik with amusement. “And what was exactly this dream about?”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know… Why don’t you tell me, after all, you were there. Charles, - Erik did not sound hopeless like he was in the dream, he sounded exasperated. – How many times I told you not to come into my head without permission? You know I hate it and I think…”&lt;br /&gt;“We’ve got mixed up while we were asleep, and when I realized it was your dream I woke up, but I couldn’t let you suffer, so… I’m sorry.” - Charles sounded really sorry and found himself at a loss of words.&lt;br /&gt;“I really don’t know what to do with you… - began Erik. – You don’t even let me finish my thoughts! Anyway, what I was going to say is that I really hate it when you do that, BUT I’m glad you did it this time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik pulled Charles face closer and started to kiss him in every inch of flesh he could find, now fully aware of the lack of clothes on them and the instant response of their bodies. “We have to go down for breakfast or people will start thinking we are two rabbits that can’t keep our paws off of each other.” Said Charles trying to escape Erik’s embrace. “Aren’t we?” Erik replied with a mischievous grin. “Oh, yes my dear, we are. But they don’t need to know it, not for now anyway. C’mon let’s go.” Erik let go with a disapproving sound and started to dress himself up for breakfast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause you'll be in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, you'll be in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;From this day on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now and forever more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll be in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what they say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll be here in my heart, always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 men walked through the corridor of Charles school. No, Erik corrected himself, their school, the one they had built together. Every student that passed them on the corridor bid a good morning to Charles, barely noticing Erik’s presence. “Charles, they hate me! They’ll never accept me here… I don’t know why I agreed with this crazy idea in the first place.” Charles continued rolling down the corridor as if he hadn’t heard a thing ‘till his chair stopped moving at all. “Don’t pretend you’re not listening to me!”&lt;br /&gt;//Erik, this is hardly the time or place for us to discuss this. Let’s have breakfast and after that we can discuss.//&lt;br /&gt;Charles felt his chair was released and continued to roll himself to the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;When they arrived at the staff room almost everyone stared at them, mostly at Erik. //Great, just what I needed to start my day! A bunch of angry x-men shooting daggers with their eyes ‘cause they think I’m molesting their dear schoolmaster.//&lt;br /&gt;//They’re certainly not thinking that, I mean, some of them are, but it’s nothing to worry about.//&lt;br /&gt;//Good! Should I enlighten them about who’s molesting who?//&lt;br /&gt;Charles couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his throat.&lt;br /&gt;“So professor, care to share with us the motive of your laughter?”&lt;br /&gt;Charles looked at the blue man standing by the coffee machine. Hank had come back since Jean’s death, almost 3 years ago. Erik had come to him about 6 months ago. He said he was tired of fighting, that he had been since their “daughter” had died, but he couldn’t let go of the Brotherhood ‘till Mystique’s death. Charles remembered the urgent staff meeting he had called at 2 AM when he received the message that Erik would be arriving at any minute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't they understandthe way we feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They just don't trustwhat they can't explain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know we're different but,deep inside us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're not that different at all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you'll be in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, you'll be in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;From this day on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now and forever more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can’t be serious professor! – shouted Scott. – This is the man that almost killed everyone of us! Jean is dead because of him!”&lt;br /&gt;“No Scott, Jean is dead because she made a choice, and her choice was to save us, no matter what.” – Charles replied patiently.&lt;br /&gt;“Chuck, I have to agree with Mr. Laser here. How could you expect Rogue to live under the same roof of the guy that tried to kill her?!?” – said Logan looking at him as if he had completely lost it.&lt;br /&gt;“Charles, you know I usually don’t question your decisions, but I have to agree with Logan on this one.” – added Ororo.&lt;br /&gt;“Hank, anything you want to say?”&lt;br /&gt;“No Charles, I thrust you.”&lt;br /&gt;“Now I can ask directly to the person you were all so worried about…” They all stared at the door as Rogue walked in rubbing the sleep off of her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“Did you call me, professor? – She looked around and saw everyone there. – Is everything all right?!? What’s happening???”&lt;br /&gt;“Calm down child, it’s nothing serious.”&lt;br /&gt;“Humpf! – Scott sneered at him. – You call the arrive of that murderer “nothing serious”.&lt;br /&gt;“Murderer? What’s he talking about professor?”&lt;br /&gt;“Rogue, Erik, I mean, Magneto, has sent me a massage telling me he’s coming back to the school, as matter of fact, he should be arriving at any minute now. I wanted to ask what are your feelings about this. Rogue, I want to remind you, if you say that you don’t want him here I will send him away.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't listen to them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause what do they know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We need each other,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to have, to hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They'll see in time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When destiny calls you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You must be strongI may not be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you've got to hold on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They'll see in timeI know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll show them together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rogue only stared blankly at him, with an unreadable expression on her face. What should she do?!? She was not afraid of him, she knew he hadn’t meant to hurt her, at least not personally… She knew he thought he was doing a favor for all mutant kind, but she could read in Scott’s expression he wasn’t the least pleased about the situation. Suddenly a wave of images, memories to be more precise, flooded her brain. This weren’t her memories… Love, pain, care, tenderness, mistrust and anger started to battle inside of her, and then one of the memories came to focus.&lt;br /&gt;It was morning at the mansion, many years ago, she saw a little red haired girl standing in front of the professor, and he could walk! She saw Magneto’s figure leaning against the doorframe, observing Professor Xavier teach something to the girl.&lt;br /&gt;“Very good, Jean. You’re learning to control your powers very well. Someday you will be better than all of us.”&lt;br /&gt;The girl smiled and threw her arms around Xavier’s neck hugging him tightly.&lt;br /&gt;“I could never be better than you, daddy.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, is that so? So he is the only one with great powers AND the only one who receives a hug. I’m deeply hurt.”&lt;br /&gt;This time Rogue saw that Erik was already standing at Professor Xavier’s side and sounded amused and a little bit hurt, but a smile played on his lips. The girl let go of the Professor’s neck, looked up at Erik’s face, opened another huge smile and threw herself at him, just like she had done with Professor Xavier, but this time Erik pulled her up to his lap.&lt;br /&gt;“I could never be better than any of my daddy’s. I love both of you too much, I could never have asked for better parents.”&lt;br /&gt;Rogue felt a wave of love stronger than anything she ever felt before, and it was coming from Erik.&lt;br /&gt;“We love you too, my dear. Don’t you ever doubt that. We’ll always be with you.” - Erik said hugging her tightly, like he would never let go.&lt;br /&gt;“I won’t.”&lt;br /&gt;Erik let go of Jean and turned to the Professor.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t you dare keeping her studding all day, it’s a beautiful day outside and we are having a picnic.”&lt;br /&gt;“All right, picnic we shall have, but first we have to end this lesson, after that we have all day.”&lt;br /&gt;“Good. – Said Erik, then he kissed Charles fully on the mouth and looked at him tracing a line on the other man’s jaw with his finger. – I love you.”&lt;br /&gt;“I love you too.” Replied Charles, now holding Erik’s hand. They heard giggles and something that sounded like Jean saying “Awwww!”&lt;br /&gt;Erik looked at her trying to fight his own giggles.&lt;br /&gt;“Do stop giggling like a fool and finish your lesson or there’ll be no picnic!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause you'll be in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, you'll be in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;From this day on,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now and forever more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, you'll be in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what they say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll be in my heart, always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rogue came back to the present and sensed something tense on the air. When she managed to focus again she saw that Magneto was already there and Scott looked like he could commit a cold blood murder and never feel any kind of regret. Magneto was standing at the Professor’s side, just like that day on her/his memory and she felt that same wave of love hit her again and started to cry… She had never had that.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey kiddo, are you all right?” – Asked Logan.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, it seems pretty clear to me that she doesn’t want this guy here. – Said Scott.&lt;br /&gt;“No! – She managed to talk. – Wait…” She started to walk towards Magneto, stopped in front of him and looked up to him. He was tense, she could feel it, she didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable at his own house, so she did the most unthinkable thing, she threw her arms around his waist and hugged him.&lt;br /&gt;“She never stopped loving you both.”&lt;br /&gt;After a moment of tension Erik relaxed, hugged her back and started to cry.&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m so sorry.”&lt;br /&gt;“I know.”&lt;br /&gt;“So, I think is settled, he will stay with us.” Charles stated with a smile playing on his lips.&lt;br /&gt;//Welcome back, old friend.//&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you, love.”&lt;br /&gt;Rogue started to giggle and the only think she could say was “Awww!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles looked at the breakfast table, Erik was already seated and engaged in a conversation with Hank and Ororo, Scott was finishing his coffee and discussing something with Logan and Rogue just stared at them with a small smile on her lips. When she noticed that the Professor was staring at her she said just for him to hear.&lt;br /&gt;“You know what professor, they still don’t understand and some of them still don’t accept, but I think that on the right time they will understand and they’ll be happy when they do.”&lt;br /&gt;“Rogue, what did you see the day Erik arrived?” Charles had never asked her that, but he thought he had some idea. She looked at him, then at Erik and at last she looked at Jean’s picture on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;“Love, professor. I saw love.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115021775822485913?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115021775822485913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115021775822485913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115021775822485913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115021775822485913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/06/youll-be-in-my-heart.html' title='You&apos;ll be in My Heart'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-115015329113418695</id><published>2006-06-12T19:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T20:01:31.203-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Filmes, filmes e mais filmes!</title><content type='html'>Como eu já estava há mais de uma semana sem alugar filmes, resolvi fazer logo uma sessão bem longa... Nos últimos 4 dias assisti os seguintes filmes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Aprendiz (Apt Pupil) - Suspense maravilhoso sobre um adolescente que descobre que um dos seus vizinhos é um criminoso da 2ª Guerra e começa a chantagear ocara até a virada de jogo. Com Ian McKellen e Brad Renfro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trazido pelo Mar (Swept by the Sea) - Drama muito bom sobre uma mulher considera estranha na sua cidadezinha, até o dia que ela conhece o único sobrevivente de um naufrágio que houve na costa da cidade e se apaixona por ele. Com Rachel Weizz, Ian McKellen e Kathy Bates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuses e Monstros (Gods and Monsters) - Drama sobre os últimos dias de vida do diretor James Whalle, criador do personagem Frankestein. Um dos melhores filmes que eu já vi na minha curta vida. Com Ian McKellen e Brendan Fraser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priscila, A Rainha do Deserto (The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert) - Comédia clássica e maravilhosa sobre a viajem de 3 Drag Queens pelo deserto australiano. Com Terence Stamp, Guy Pearce e Hugo Weaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa Estranha Atração (Torch Song Trilogy) - Drama comovente sobre a vida de uma Drag Queen e sua relação com sua mãe. Com Matthew Vroderick e Anne Bancroft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo III (Richard III) - Drama maravilhoso baseado na obra de Sheakespeare e trazido para uma inglaterra mais moderna e facista. Com Ian McKellen, Robert Downey Jr, Annete Bening, Jim Broadbent Kristin Scott Thomas e Maggie Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que ele é? (In &amp; Out) - Comédia divertidíssima sobre um professor de uma cidadezinha do interior dos USA que vê sua vida se transformar quando um ex-aluno seu declara, na entrega do Oscar, que ele é gay... Só tem um detalhe, ele está de casamento marcado com uma mulher. Com Kevin Kline, Tom Selleck, Joan Cusack, Matt Dillon e Debbie Reynolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Confissão (The Confession) - Drama maravilhoso sobre um homem que vê seu filho morrer por negligência médica na emergência de um hospital e resolve fazer justiça com as próprias mãos e se entregar, mas seu chefe quer a sua absolvição a qualquer custo. Com Alec Baldwin, Amy Irving e Ben Kingsley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora só falta Bent, que é sobre a 2ª Gerra Mundial. :-)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-115015329113418695?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/115015329113418695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=115015329113418695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115015329113418695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/115015329113418695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/06/filmes-filmes-e-mais-filmes.html' title='Filmes, filmes e mais filmes!'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-114985772688348712</id><published>2006-06-09T09:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T09:55:28.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;title&gt;"It's All Right With Me"&lt;/title&gt;M�sica da letra abaixo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.castpost.com/Lib/playm1.php?filename=02 - It's All Right With Me (Shirley MacLaine, Maurice Chevalier &amp;amp;amp; 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(Cole Porter)'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-114977352953396966</id><published>2006-06-08T10:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T10:32:24.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Robbie Williams - Live&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/J_5ooj2PC6s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/J_5ooj2PC6s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Caraca!!! Esse homem é lindo, canta muito e é super simpático... Ai, Ai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-114977352953396966?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114977352953396966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=114977352953396966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114977352953396966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114977352953396966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/06/robbie-williams-live-caraca-esse-homem.html' title=''/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-114965987374797693</id><published>2006-06-07T02:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T02:57:54.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sir Ian McKellen at SNL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/OsT7Kd1oDuQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/OsT7Kd1oDuQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Um vídeo do Ian McKellen no Saturday Night Live. Esse cara é demais!!! Já disse, se eu fosse homem e gay eu dava mole pra ele fácil! hehehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-114965987374797693?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114965987374797693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=114965987374797693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114965987374797693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114965987374797693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/06/sir-ian-mckellen-at-snl-um-vdeo-do-ian.html' title=''/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-114909019190368254</id><published>2006-05-31T12:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T15:19:33.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As Melhores Falas do X-Men 3!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/imagemmag%20e%20prof.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/imagemmag%20e%20prof.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As Melhores falas do filme:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I'm not your father. I'm your friend." (Logan para Rogue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one ever talks about extermination. They just do it. And you go on with your lives, ignoring the signs around you. And then one day, when the air is still and the night is fallen, they come for you. Only then do you realize that while you're talking about organizing and committees, the extermination has already begun. Make no mistake, my brothers, they will draw first blood. They will force their cure upon us. There is only one question you must answer: Who will you stand with?" (Magneto para vários mutantes) (Eu tenho certeza que eu estaria do lado do Magneto se eu fosse mutante... Afinal, a melhor defesa é o ataque)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a pity. She was so beautiful." (Magneto se referindo a Mystique)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was my last cigar." (Logan dentro da Danger Room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Logan: Who's the furball?&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Hank McCoy: Hank McCoy, Secretary of Mutant Affairs&lt;br /&gt;Logan: Right, right. Secretary. Nice suit.&lt;br /&gt;Prof. Charles Xavier: Henry, this is Logan. He's, uh... Dr.&lt;br /&gt;Hank McCoy: Wolverine. I hear you are quite an animal.&lt;br /&gt;Logan: Look who's talkin'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The whole world's going to hell, you gonna just sit there?" (Logan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Hank McCoy: My boy, I've been fighting for mutant rights since before you had claws.&lt;br /&gt;Logan: Did he just call me boy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have been marked once, my dear and let me assure you, no needle shall ever touch my skin again." (Magneto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my stars and garters." (Dr. Hank McCoy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Agora vamos para as campeãs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"John Allerdyce: Nice helmet.&lt;br /&gt;Cain Marko (Juggernaut): It keeps my face pretty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't get your panties in a bunch." (Logan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you know who I am? I'm the Juggernaut, bitch." (Juggernaut) (Eu ri muito nessa parte!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's see you grow *those* back." (Logan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Way to go, Furball." (Logan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eric Lensherr: I still don't know why I'm here... Couldn't you just make them say yes?&lt;br /&gt;Charles Xavier: Yes I could, but it's not my way. And I would expect you out of all people would understand my feelings about the misuse of power.&lt;br /&gt;Eric Lensherr: Ah! That power corrupts and all that. Yes, I know Charles. When are you going to stop lecturing me?&lt;br /&gt;Charles Xavier: When you start listening.&lt;br /&gt;Eric Lensherr: Ha!&lt;br /&gt;Charles Xavier: And you're here because I need you.&lt;br /&gt;Eric Lensherr: We're not gonna have to meet evryone of them in person, right?&lt;br /&gt;Charles Xavier: No. This one is special."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E as primeiríssimas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles always wanted to build bridges." (Magneto/Erik Magnus Lensherr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In chess, the pawns go first." (Erik Magnus Lensherr - Magneto) (Um dia você vão entender porque eu me refiro ao Magneto e ao Erik como se fossem duas pessoas diferentes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's why the pawns go first." (Magneto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They wish to cure us... and I say we are the cure." (Erik Magnus Lensherr)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-114909019190368254?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114909019190368254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=114909019190368254&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114909019190368254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114909019190368254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-melhores-falas-do-x-men-3.html' title='As Melhores Falas do X-Men 3!!!'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-114900436556819765</id><published>2006-05-30T12:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T12:55:36.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So In Love - The Music&lt;br /&gt;Escutem enquanto estiverem lendo o post abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.castpost.com/Lib/playm1.php?filename=Cole Porter - So in love.mp3&amp;amp;url=http://yasmonteiro.castpost.com/" frameborder="0" width="250" scrolling="no" height="40"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://www.castpost.com"&gt;Castpost&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-114900436556819765?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114900436556819765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=114900436556819765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114900436556819765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114900436556819765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-in-love-music-escutem-enquanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-114899939273218047</id><published>2006-05-30T11:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T13:03:34.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"So In Love..."</title><content type='html'>Essa é uma songfic que eu escrevi sobre a relação entre Charles Xavier e Eric Lansherr (Magneto). A fic é um inglês porque o fandom americano, pra esse tipo de História, é muito maior, então... Ah, a música é do Cole Porter e eu fiz a fic apenas baseada nos filmes, não iria condizer com a história do gibi... Outra coisa, mil perdões pelos erros gramaticais, eu terminei de escrever lá pra 4 da manhã!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/xavier-magneto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So In Love (Xavier/Magnus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles missed him, he missed him so much that it hurted. It didn’t matter the years he had spent trainning his X-Men to kill him at any cost, to hurt him and hate him with all their will. Everytime he saw Erick he felt weak, his blood pressure rised and his heart began to race with a ferocity that he thought it was going to explode at any minute.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone took for granted that the great Charles Xavier was above those kind of feelings, that love, desire and needing were only for the weak and that was something they couldn’t see in their Xavier, and that was why he loved Erick so much... He knew all his weakness, fears and desires. Erick knew that he was made of flesh and bone, and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Strange dear, but true dear,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm close to you, dear,&lt;br /&gt;The stars fill the sky,&lt;br /&gt;So in love with you am I.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 AM... What was Charles doing now? It didn’t matter, he didn’t want to know, he didn’t care... At least that’s what he told himself every night, all the nights he would lie down in his bed and search for the heat and proximity of the other man’s body. Everytime he thought about Charles he questioned this pointless war between them, but he knew that it was impossible to stop now, he wouldn’t back down and neither would Charles. So every night, when he woke up searching for Charles, he would go out and find someone to relieve himself with and payed enough so he could spend all night sleeping hugged with his fantasy, Charles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even without you,&lt;br /&gt;My arms fold about you,&lt;br /&gt;You know darling why,&lt;br /&gt;So in love with you am I.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles couldn’t spend another minute lying down on that bed, it was going to drive him mad if he did, so he got up and went for a walk... He went to their spot, a secret garden hidden in the middle of all the other gardens. He remembered very well the first time they went to that spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Flashback ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Charles, are you sure you want to buy this house: It’s so big and... Wow!”&lt;br /&gt;Erick took in the sight in front of him, a small garden with so much beauty and delicacy that he couldn’t believe his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“Are you playing tricks with me Charles? ‘Cause if you are...”&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing like that my friend, - Charles said between laughter. – All the things you see here are real. I wanted you to see this garden, I chose it to be ours, no one shall enter here, except us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** End Flashback ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could he do that to me? How could he turn his back to their dream? Alright, it was mainly his dream, but still... Hadn’t they agreed to stand together in everything? He drifet off to sleep right there, seated on his weel chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In love with the night mysterious,&lt;br /&gt;The night when you first were there,&lt;br /&gt;In love with my joy delirious,&lt;br /&gt;When I knew that you could care&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night Erick didn’t want another, he wanted Charles, and not an illusion, but he knew he couldn’t have him, so he went to the only place where he could be close to Charles. In the moment he entered their garden, the only spot in the mansion that wasn’t monitorated, he saw Charles chair. He was so beautiful when asleep, Erick could spend eternity in that moment.&lt;br /&gt;// It’s not very polite to watch people sleep, you know? //&lt;br /&gt;“Charles?”&lt;br /&gt;Xavier slowly openned his eyes and saw that his mind wasn’t playing tricks with him, he was really there.&lt;br /&gt;“Hello, old friend... Do you come here a lot?”&lt;br /&gt;“No, it’s been years... And you?”&lt;br /&gt;“Almost everyday, but the urge was greater tonight...”&lt;br /&gt;Erick laid one hand on Charles shoulder, and the later rested his on top of the other’s and bent his head to the side so his cheek made contact with Erick’s warm flesh.&lt;br /&gt;“What led us this far, Charles?”&lt;br /&gt;“Do you really want an answer? Do you really want to bring this up now?”&lt;br /&gt;“No...” Erick knew that if he did it would only hurt them more and more.&lt;br /&gt;“I still love you...” Charles whispered.&lt;br /&gt;Erick felt a pain almost unberable in his chest when he heard this, but he wouldn’t show.&lt;br /&gt;“What’s that now Charles? Showing weakness to your enemy? That’s not a very wise thing to do...”&lt;br /&gt;“You know very well that love is not a weakness... As matter of fact, is the only thing that still keeps me going... My love for you... Hope that one day you...”&lt;br /&gt;“I what, Charles? Change my mind? You know that won’t happen.” Erick stood in front of Charles and started to pick him up from his chair.&lt;br /&gt;“What are you doing???”&lt;br /&gt;“Calm down, my old friend... I’m just going to put you there.” – Erick said while taking Charles to the bench where thy spent countless nights together.&lt;br /&gt;When Erick picked him up he could smell every scent in Erick’s body, they hadn’t change... Sandalwood, cinnamon and Erick’s own scent. He buried his face on the other man’s neck wanting to lose himself in that smell, in those arms, in that body... God it has been so long...&lt;br /&gt;“You know Charles, I don’t need to be a telepath to know exactly what ypu’re thinking right now... Besides, your body is making it very clear.”&lt;br /&gt;Charles looked down at his growing erection.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry. – Erick whispered in Charles year. – That’s what I want too...”&lt;br /&gt;They never made it to the bench, they lied down right there, in the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So taunt me, and hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;Deceive me, desert me, I'm yours, till I die... So in love....&lt;br /&gt;So in love.... So in love with you, my love... am I...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the best sex they ever had, they lied there, in eachother’s arms... They couldn’t believe what had just happened, and they didn’t want it to end.&lt;br /&gt;“You’re still just as wonderful as I remember...”&lt;br /&gt;“You too Charles, you too... Now sleep, you look tired.”&lt;br /&gt;Erick took the cover in Charles chair and covered them, he watched Charles drift off to sleep as the sun began to rise. How he wished this could be like this forever, but he knew it couldn’t. He placed a kiss on Charles forehead and got on his feet preparing to leave. After he was dressed up he took a rose and left it on Charles side, where he was previously lying down. He kissed Charles one more time, this time on the mouth, and left. Charles, who had watched all the ritual took the rose and felt a tear running down his face.&lt;br /&gt;“Goodbye old friend... Someday we will be together. For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-114899939273218047?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114899939273218047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=114899939273218047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114899939273218047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114899939273218047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-in-love.html' title='&quot;So In Love...&quot;'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-114856481005719217</id><published>2006-05-25T10:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T10:51:34.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SOUL PATROL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/idol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/idol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUL PATROL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nunca pensei que veria American Idol na minha vida!!! Nunca gostei desse tipo de programa, mas tive que morder a língua quando começei a ver a temporada número 5. Caraca!!! Não consegui parar de ver até ontem, quando foi anunciado o ganhador (nos USA, pq aqui só passa semana que vêm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querem saber porque esse cara que veio do Alabama e tem apenas 28 anos ganhou?!?!?!? Deêm uma olhada nisso aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPpbFr-Pq_4&amp;search=taylor%20hicks"&gt;Jailhouse Rock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zswYsq1YOVg&amp;amp;search=taylor%20hicks"&gt;Just Once&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2ijXuS3GtE&amp;search=taylor%20hicks"&gt;Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zswYsq1YOVg&amp;amp;search=taylor%20hicks"&gt;You Are So Beautiful &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TEYtLau4Cuc&amp;search=taylor%20tenderness"&gt;Dancing In The Dark, You Are So Beautiful and Try A Little Tenderness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: A música "Try a Little Tenderness" é uma das minhas preferidas de todos os tempos, e eu AMO a versão do Paul Giamatti (pra quem não conhece é o ator "feio" do filme Sideways), então achei que nunca ia gostar de outra pessoa cantando, mas o Taylor conseguiu me conquistar! Ah, ele não era o meu preferido entre os 12 finalistas, mas ele me ganhou durante a temporada... Fora que ele é muito fofo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-114856481005719217?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114856481005719217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=114856481005719217&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114856481005719217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114856481005719217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/05/soul-patrol.html' title='SOUL PATROL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-114819300198491012</id><published>2006-05-21T03:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T04:15:43.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Vinci Code</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/20051216-davinci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/20051216-davinci.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="1778679"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olha, sinceramente, não achei o filme lá grandes coisas... Como uma diversão de final de semana até que passa, mas como o grande filme que vinham anunciando... Certas horas eu me senti como os críticos de Cannes em um sentido, vontade de rir. Acho que o Tom Hanks fez o que pôde, pois aposto que ele teria se saído maravilhosamente bem se tivesse tido a chance. A Audrey Tautou foi uma escolha COMPLETAMENTE errada para o papel de Sophie, ela não é nada do que a personagem pedia e ainda por cima não teve química alguma com o Hanks, aliás, a questão da química deles não foi só como casal não, mas como companheiros de aventuras, a química era zero! Existem outras mulheres com “beleza normal” (que era o que eles queriam), jamais pensaria na Angelina Jolie, mas pensaria sim numa mulher mais "forte", com mais atitude, assim como a personagem. O Jean Reno é o meu queridinho do elenco, então nem ouso comentar a atuação dele, até porque, desde o começo eu lia o Faché e via o Reno. O Sir Ian McKellen ficou muito bem como Sir Leigh Teabing, mas eu tinha o Sean Connery em mente. O Alfred Molina, como Bishop Aringarosa, deu um show em todos os momentos que apareceu, pena que foram tão poucos. Por fim temos Paul Bettany, o Silas, que eu achei um pouco exagerado, acima do tom, mas se saiu bem, teria passado se fosse um filme excelente. Bom, acho que é só isso... Ah, antes que eu me esqueça... O que foi que deu na cabeça dos caras pra mudar o final?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Sério, tem alguma coisa errada com os roteiristas e com o Ron Haward, que no geral é um ótimo diretor, mas errou na mão com esse filme. Já que o filme todo foi relativamente fiel ao livro, porque não manter o final tão fiel quanto? O que deu na cabeça deles para dizer que o Sauniére não era o avô da Sophie, de não revelarem que o rapaz da capela é o irmão dela que também sobreviveu ao acidente e de não mostrarem que os dois se transformaram sim em um casal, por mais cliché que isso seja?!? Espero que eles vejam os erros e acertem tudo quando começarem a filmar Anjos e Demônios, que por si só já é um livro bem mais interessante que o Código da Vinci.&lt;br /&gt;Dos grandes lançamentos desse mês só resta X-Men 3, onde estão depositadas todas as minhas esperanças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saldo do mês:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MI:3 - Divertido&lt;br /&gt;Código Da Vinci - Ruim (regular/bom para quem não leu o livro)&lt;br /&gt;X-Men 3 - Onde todas as esperanças se depositam (Kelsey Grammer como Beast!!! YES!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-114819300198491012?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114819300198491012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=114819300198491012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114819300198491012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114819300198491012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/05/da-vinci-code.html' title='Da Vinci Code'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-114658015451778623</id><published>2006-05-02T11:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T11:29:32.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Despois de um longo e enebroso outono... ;-)</title><content type='html'>Bom pessoal, vou coltar a postar no blog! Acho que já deu tempo de refletir o suficiente, e é muito bom saber que posso contar com os amigos. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não sei o que colocar por enquanto, mas já um começo, só pra avisar que estou voltando... :-)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-114658015451778623?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114658015451778623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=114658015451778623&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114658015451778623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114658015451778623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/05/despois-de-um-longo-e-enebroso-outono.html' title='Despois de um longo e enebroso outono... ;-)'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-114109711102305871</id><published>2006-02-27T21:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T00:39:20.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye, Bye!</title><content type='html'>Just other day I caught myself thinking "Why do I have a blog?"&lt;br /&gt;Instantly one hundred answers came to my head, but none of them convinced me enough.&lt;br /&gt;I always felt completly out of place in everything I do... In school I was like this, so I burried myself in books, museums, trips, fantasy and family. My family are the only people that I know will never let me down, I can't thrust no one else, but I keep throwing myself into shitty friendships that will come to nothing but hurt and pain. I do have two or tree friends that I thrust and they didn't let me down when I needed them most, that's why I thrust them. Sometimes I "forget" about them, 'cause I'm so sure that they'll always be there for me that I negligect them for new friendships. I lose my time running after people that think I'm nothing but a pain in the ass and they only stick around because they think I can give something to them. You see, I am a pain in the ass sometimes, but those 3 friends of mine know how to put me in my place, they know when is the time to slap me in the face and say "Hey, come back to earth freak!" and when to let me spread my wins and fly to the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I came to one conclusion... I will close this blog for sometime and think about everything that is happening with my life. April (or july *I know cutie, I'll explain to you*)I'll go to NY and maybe stick around for some time, take a look at the drama schools, a job and some place to live, maybe I can stay at my relatives, but that's not what I want. Anyway... Bye, Bye Folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-114109711102305871?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114109711102305871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=114109711102305871&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114109711102305871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114109711102305871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/02/bye-bye.html' title='Bye, Bye!'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-114079938043484957</id><published>2006-02-24T13:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T13:43:00.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiler!!!</title><content type='html'>OMG!!! OMG!!! OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying and I'm desperate!!! Yeasterday I received an e-mail about DH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey dear, since the second season started in your country I'm going to tell you one thing... George will die! Yeah, that's it, Bree is going to kill me, I mean, George... Well, not exactly Bree, but you'll see, I'm not going to spoil it for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the mail goes on and on about other things... I can't believe this!!! My fav character is going to die!!! He was the reason I started to see DH and now he's going to die!!! I WANT TO DIE TOO!!! (Drama Queen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-114079938043484957?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114079938043484957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=114079938043484957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114079938043484957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114079938043484957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/02/spoiler_24.html' title='Spoiler!!!'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-114076047541040505</id><published>2006-02-24T01:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T02:54:35.460-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate Housewives!!!</title><content type='html'>OMG!!! Has anyone been seeing DH?!?!?!?!? Right, the second season started last week here in Brazil, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw DH I was like "What does people see in this?!?!? It's boring!!! I mean, isn't that supposed to be a comedy?!?!? Well, I don't see too much comedy in this... Look at this, crazy people living in the suburb (like that's any news), where's the fun?!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;Right, when you read this it may sound like it was fun, but it wasn't, until... Well, until all started to become confuse... Affairs with pharmacists or/and murders, old ladies being bitches (very unlikely to a serie to show this), a "slut" sleeping with all the "good" husbands... So I thought "That could be interesting..." And I became addicted!!! Now the second season started and I'm all like "OMG! She's going to date him and assume him to everybody! OMG! They broke up! OMG! They have a prisioner hidden in the house!" And things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's interesting about DH?!?&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know, maybe it is funny, maybe it's different or maybe, just maybe, it is a demonstration af how low the human being can go and how WE enjoy to see it... But garanteed that the crap it's not ending on our backyards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-114076047541040505?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114076047541040505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=114076047541040505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114076047541040505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114076047541040505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/02/desperate-housewives.html' title='Desperate Housewives!!!'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-114054973749102036</id><published>2006-02-21T16:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T20:51:42.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"I solemnly swear..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/wallpaper_05_5_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/wallpaper_05_5_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright cutie, this post is only for you. So... Let's get it over with! Just kidding, just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man you all see in the pic is Roger Bart. He's an excellent actor and the cutiest person I ever met. Many of you may know him from the serie Desperate Housewives, where he plays the role of George Williams, a menacing pharmacist that is in love and trying to seduce Bree Van De Kamp. He's also starring a new Mel Brook's movie, The Producers, where he plays the role of Carmen Ghia a lovely gay guy. Well I think that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Is that enough?!?!? And you still owe me one!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know wich pic I should use!!! You are as cute as hell as Leo Bloom, but you know what I think about that, don't you?!? When I saw this pic I knew it had to be it... So heeeeeere's Carmen! lol&lt;br /&gt;"- Hasn't anybody ever told you?!? Is bad luck to say "good luck" on openning night!"&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK!!! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-114054973749102036?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114054973749102036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=114054973749102036&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114054973749102036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114054973749102036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-solemnly-swear.html' title='&quot;I solemnly swear...&quot;'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-114049152630008410</id><published>2006-02-20T23:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T22:25:52.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sei lá...</title><content type='html'>Que eu não sou normal, isso eu já sabia. Que eu tenho gostos um tanto quanto excêntricos, isso eu também já sabia, mas de repente, do nada, eu começar a achar casais gays (homens) a coisa mais fofa do mundo, isso sim é novidade! Fui ver Brokeback Mountain e achei a história de amor mais linda que já vi na vida, vejo Os Produtores e não consigo parar de pensar que o Max e o Leo deveriam ficar juntos e que a Ulla é uma pedra no caminho, ainda no mesmo filme eu acho o Carmen e o Roger PERFEITOS, vejo o Matthew Broderick com o Nathan Lane e acho que a Sarah J. Parker só tá empatando a vida dos dois, é ÓBVIO (no meu ponto de vista perturbado e conturbado) que o Matthew tá caidinho pelo Nathan e a recíproca é verdadeira. Tudo isso deve ter uma explicação, Freud têm que saber de alguma coisa!!! Alguém consegue me conectar diretamente com ele?!? Ah, esqueci também de mencionar as fanfics fofinhas que eu ando lendo, todas de casais gays! Minha mãe não acha isso normal, óbviamente... Aliás, nem eu acho. Enfim, foi só um desabafo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Hey everybody from other places of the world (mainly US), I just speaked of how cute gay couples are... lol.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Roger, You owe me one! lol. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;I promisse next time my post will be all about you, but you have to agree with me at one point... Nathan came first!!! hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, april is comming and we'll finally meet... Are you nervous??? 'Cause I am... :-P&lt;br /&gt;I like you for who you are, don't doubt this not even one minute! I liked you before knowing anything about you, I liked you when you were just a weird screen name, and nothing has changed, even if I know you're name.&lt;br /&gt;"- Do you think I'm fat?!?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, you're fat...&lt;br /&gt;- How dare you say this to my face?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm not saying to your face, I'm saying to your computer!&lt;br /&gt;- :-P&lt;br /&gt;- Fatty, Fatty, Fat! Fatso!&lt;br /&gt;- You're crazy... You know that, right?!?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah... That's what my shrink keep saying to me..."&lt;br /&gt;And don't you dare respond me here, we have our private chat! You promissed me you will come online during the week... I'll be waiting! Don't let me down, for your own sake! O:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-114049152630008410?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/114049152630008410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=114049152630008410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114049152630008410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/114049152630008410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/02/sei-l.html' title='Sei lá...'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113992349015526946</id><published>2006-02-14T11:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T11:25:58.076-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Brokeback - The Musical</title><content type='html'>Ontem eu fui ver Brokeback Mountain, achei uma das histórias de amor mais lindas que eu já vi... Mas, como não poderia deixar de ser, todo mundo anda tirando sarro do filme. Essa é uma música que o Natha Lane compôs só para brincar com o filme (o que o ócio não faz, né?!? hehehehe) Ele cantou e interpretou essa música no Tonight Show with David Letterman, se alguém quiser o vídeo é só me avisar que eu colocarei no yousendit.com. Com vocês...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROKEBACK - THE MUSICAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“NANATHAN:&lt;br /&gt;There’s a couple of guys in the meadow&lt;br /&gt;Baring the supple thighs in the meadow&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ask and don’t tell, or the sheriff, or course,&lt;br /&gt;Will round up those boys and hang them like a horse”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAY COWBOY #1: “Hung like a horse?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“NATHAN:&lt;br /&gt;It’s risky to be a gay cowpoke&lt;br /&gt;There’s no ‘coming out’ around here&lt;br /&gt;Men never got frisky on Gunsmoke&lt;br /&gt;Please keep in mind I ain’t queer”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN: (tune of “Oklahoma”)&lt;br /&gt;“Broooooooke-back Mountain&lt;br /&gt;Where those jolly ranchers disappeared&lt;br /&gt;In the tent to sleep, after driving sheep&lt;br /&gt;When the fire went out, then things got weird”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Broooooooke-back Mountain&lt;br /&gt;It’s enough to make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Loosen my bootstraps, and drop my chaps. . .&lt;br /&gt;And decide to quit while I’m behind.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN: (tune of “New York, New York”)&lt;br /&gt;“Start spreading . . . . No, I’m not even gonna go there. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAY COWBOY #1 (tune of “You’re the Top)&lt;br /&gt;”You’re the top . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN:&lt;br /&gt;“You’re the chaw that I chew . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAY COWBOY #2:&lt;br /&gt;“You’re the top . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN:&lt;br /&gt;“I wish I could quit you . . .&lt;br /&gt;You’re a rodeo queen, in denim jeans and shirt&lt;br /&gt;You’re an Indian Chief, you’re John Wayne’s briefs, you’re such a flirt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You adorn every horse you straddle&lt;br /&gt;You’re the horn on a bareback saddle&lt;br /&gt;You’re a strapping hunk of man with mutton chops&lt;br /&gt;And if baby, I’m the bottom, you’re the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATHAN AND COWBOYS (tune of “Oklahoma”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So let me say, O!&lt;br /&gt;My gosh I think I’m gay&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’m saying,&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m busting out, Brokeback MountainBrokeback Mountain,&lt;br /&gt;I’m S-O-G-A-Y, so gay, Brokeback Mountain!&lt;br /&gt;FABULOUS!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113992349015526946?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113992349015526946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113992349015526946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113992349015526946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113992349015526946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/02/brokeback-musical.html' title='Brokeback - The Musical'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113982759890621411</id><published>2006-02-13T08:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T08:46:38.920-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could Have Danced All Night</title><content type='html'>I could have danced all night!&lt;br /&gt;I could have danced all night!&lt;br /&gt;And still have begged for more.&lt;br /&gt;I could have spread my wings&lt;br /&gt;And done a thousand things&lt;br /&gt;I've never done before.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;What made it so exciting;&lt;br /&gt;Why all at once&lt;br /&gt;My heart took flight.&lt;br /&gt;I only know when he&lt;br /&gt;Began to dance with me&lt;br /&gt;I could have danced,&lt;br /&gt;danced, danced all night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113982759890621411?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113982759890621411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113982759890621411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113982759890621411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113982759890621411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-could-have-danced-all-night.html' title='I Could Have Danced All Night'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113966177486267796</id><published>2006-02-11T10:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T10:42:54.863-02:00</updated><title type='text'>You're just in love - Irving Berlin</title><content type='html'>A música é do Irvin Berlin, mas as falas entre parênteses são por pura conta e risco dos atores... (a maioria delas do Nathan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[Kenneth:]&lt;br /&gt;I hear singing and there's no one there&lt;br /&gt;(Sally: Ham, Ham)&lt;br /&gt;I smell blossoms and the trees are bare&lt;br /&gt;(Sally: There's medication for that)&lt;br /&gt;All day long I seem to walk on air&lt;br /&gt;(Sally: Ham, Ham)&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;(Sally: Me too)&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep tossing in my sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;(Sally: How that's made you feel?)&lt;br /&gt;And what's more I've lost my appetite&lt;br /&gt;(Sally: Not me)&lt;br /&gt;Stars that used to twinkle in the skies&lt;br /&gt;Are twinkling in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;(Kenneth: Help me out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sally:]&lt;br /&gt;You don't need analyzing&lt;br /&gt;It is not so surprising&lt;br /&gt;That you feel very strange but nice&lt;br /&gt;(Sally: That doesn't help me out!)&lt;br /&gt;Your heart goes pitter patter&lt;br /&gt;I know just what's the matter&lt;br /&gt;Because I've been there once or twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your head on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;You need someone who's older&lt;br /&gt;A rubdown with a velvet glove&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing you can take&lt;br /&gt;To relieve that pleasant ache&lt;br /&gt;You're not sick&lt;br /&gt;You're just in love"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113966177486267796?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113966177486267796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113966177486267796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113966177486267796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113966177486267796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/02/youre-just-in-love-irving-berlin_11.html' title='You&apos;re just in love - Irving Berlin'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113945714257126364</id><published>2006-02-09T01:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T01:52:22.586-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hino do meu colégio</title><content type='html'>"Nós somos os meninos de São Patrício,&lt;br /&gt;Promessas somos de um belo porvir,&lt;br /&gt;Não pouparemos forças nem sacrifícios,&lt;br /&gt;Para um dia a pátria felizes servir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje meninos, homens amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;Seremos dignos da pátria louçã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De São Patrício a voz serena,&lt;br /&gt;Teremos pela vida a nos guiar,&lt;br /&gt;Sejamos sempre fiéis ao nosso lema,&lt;br /&gt;A vitória é dos que sabem lutar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje meninos, homens amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Seremos dignos da pátria louçã."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Externato de São Patrício era mais que um colégio pra mim, era a minha casa. Lá eu aprendi a tudo que me serve até hoje, lá eu tive educação com a que eu tinha em casa... Não era um colégio que se preocupava apenas em ensinar as matérias básicas, como os colégios de hoje, eles ensinavam matérias da vida, educavam como uma mãe educa em filho, com firmeza e amor. Nunca vou me esquecer dos momentos especicais que passei, das pessoas maravilhosas que conheci e principalmente dos professores e funcionérios que mudaram a minha vida. Tia Zélia, Tia Aninha, Tia Marilda, Tia Maria Elisa, Tia Silvinha, Tia Patrícia, Tia Aparecida, Tia Alete, Tia Kátia, Vera Lúcia, Carlucho, Francy, Rose, Vicente, Fábio, Nazaré, Conceição, Luiz, João e tantas outras pessoas que não me lembro agora. Sempre fui uma pessoa muito difícil, desde pequena, e eles me entendiam, me ajudaram... Nunca fui muito popular com os alunos, mas sempre me dei bem com os professores, amava cada um deles, claro que uns mais do que outros, mas todos tinham um lugar especial no meu coração... Chega, já chorei o suficiente pra uma noite só. Nem sempre essas sessões nostalgia fazem bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113945714257126364?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113945714257126364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113945714257126364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113945714257126364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113945714257126364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/02/hino-do-meu-colgio.html' title='Hino do meu colégio'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113919570512412749</id><published>2006-02-06T00:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:15:11.780-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Suburbano Coração - Chico BUarque</title><content type='html'>"-Quem vem lá&lt;br /&gt;Que horas são&lt;br /&gt;Isso não são horas, que horas são&lt;br /&gt;É você, é o ladrão&lt;br /&gt;Isso não são horas, que horas são&lt;br /&gt;Quem vem lá&lt;br /&gt;Blim blem blão&lt;br /&gt;Isso não são horas, que horas são&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A casa está bonitaA dona está demais&lt;br /&gt;A última visita&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo faz&lt;br /&gt;Balançam os cabides&lt;br /&gt;Lustres se acenderão&lt;br /&gt;O amor vai pôr os pés&lt;br /&gt;No conjugado coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que o amor se sente em casa&lt;br /&gt;Vai sentar no chão&lt;br /&gt;Será que vai deixar cair&lt;br /&gt;A brasa no tapete coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando aumentar a fita&lt;br /&gt;As línguas vão falar&lt;br /&gt;Que a dona tem visita&lt;br /&gt;E nunca vai casar&lt;br /&gt;Se enroscam persianas&lt;br /&gt;Louças se partirão&lt;br /&gt;O amor está tocando&lt;br /&gt;O suburbano coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que o amor não tem programa&lt;br /&gt;Ou ama com paixão&lt;br /&gt;Mulher virando no sofá&lt;br /&gt;Sofá virando cama coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor já vai embora&lt;br /&gt;Ou perde a condução&lt;br /&gt;Será que não repara&lt;br /&gt;A desarrumação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tanta cerimônia&lt;br /&gt;Se a dona já não tem&lt;br /&gt;Vergonha do seu coração"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113919570512412749?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113919570512412749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113919570512412749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113919570512412749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113919570512412749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/02/suburbano-corao-chico-buarque.html' title='Suburbano Coração - Chico BUarque'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113872894439881410</id><published>2006-01-31T15:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T15:35:44.423-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"There's no business like show business"</title><content type='html'>Depois ainda me perguntam porque eu quero fazer parte desse mundinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no business like show business&lt;br /&gt;Like no business I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything about it is appealing&lt;br /&gt;Everything the traffic will allow&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere could you get that happy feeling&lt;br /&gt;When you are stealing&lt;br /&gt;That extra bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no people like show people&lt;br /&gt;They smile when they are low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday they told you you would not go far&lt;br /&gt;That night you open and there you are&lt;br /&gt;Next day on your dressing room they've hung a star&lt;br /&gt;Let's go on with the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cowboys, the wrestlers, the tumblers, the clowns&lt;br /&gt;The roustabouts that move the show at dawn&lt;br /&gt;The music, the spotlight, the people, the towns&lt;br /&gt;Your baggage with the labels pasted on&lt;br /&gt;The sawdust and the horses and the smell&lt;br /&gt;The towel you've taken from the last hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no business like show business&lt;br /&gt;Like no business I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get word before the show has started&lt;br /&gt;That your favorite uncle died at dawn&lt;br /&gt;Top of that, your ma and pa have parted&lt;br /&gt;You're broken-hearted&lt;br /&gt;But you go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no people like show people&lt;br /&gt;They don't run out of dough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels come from everywhere with lots of jack&lt;br /&gt;And when you lose it there's no attack&lt;br /&gt;Where could you get money that you don't give back?&lt;br /&gt;Let's go on with the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The costumes, the scenery, the make-up, the props&lt;br /&gt;The audience that lifts you when you're down&lt;br /&gt;The headaches, the heartaches, the backaches, the flops&lt;br /&gt;The sheriff who escorts you out of town&lt;br /&gt;The op'ning when your heart beats like a drum&lt;br /&gt;The closing when the customers won't come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no business like show business&lt;br /&gt;Like no business I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything about it is appealing&lt;br /&gt;Everything the traffic will allow&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere could you get that happy feeling&lt;br /&gt;When you are stealing&lt;br /&gt;That extra bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no people like show people&lt;br /&gt;They smile when they are low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with a turkey that you know will fold&lt;br /&gt;You may be stranded out in the cold&lt;br /&gt;Still you wouldn't 'change for a sack of gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go on with the show&lt;br /&gt;Let's go on with the show"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113872894439881410?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113872894439881410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113872894439881410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113872894439881410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113872894439881410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/01/theres-no-business-like-show-business.html' title='&quot;There&apos;s no business like show business&quot;'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113864019424027572</id><published>2006-01-30T14:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T14:56:34.260-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"There's a Fine, Fine Line"</title><content type='html'>"There's a fine, fine line between a lover and a friend;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine, fine line between reality and pretend;&lt;br /&gt;And you never know 'til you reach the top if it was worth the uphill climb.&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine, fine line between love&lt;br /&gt;And a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine, fine line between a fairy tale and a lie;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a fine, fine line between "You're wonderful" and "Goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;I guess if someone doesn't love you back it isn't such a crime,&lt;br /&gt;But there's a fine, fine line between love&lt;br /&gt;And a waste of your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have the time to waste on you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that you even know what you're looking for.&lt;br /&gt;For my own sanity, I've got to close the door&lt;br /&gt;And walk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine, fine line between together and apart.&lt;br /&gt;And there's a fine, fine line between what you wanted and what you got.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta go after the things you want while you're still in your prime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine, fine line between love...And a waste of time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa música é do musical "Avenue Q". Em cartaz num teatro da Broadway perto de você! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113864019424027572?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113864019424027572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113864019424027572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113864019424027572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113864019424027572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/01/theres-fine-fine-line.html' title='&quot;There&apos;s a Fine, Fine Line&quot;'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113863135063298082</id><published>2006-01-30T12:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T12:29:10.650-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Who do you have to F*ck to get a break in this town???"</title><content type='html'>Sabe aqueles dias em que tudo parece dar errado desde o momento em que você acorda?!?!? Pois é, estou tendo um deles... Acordei depois do programa que eu queria ver, tenho que fazer natação, tenho que ir no meu antigo colégio, queria ir ao cinema mas estou sem dinheiro, estou brigada com o meu pai, tenho que devolver fitas na locadora e pra completar passei a madrugada inteira sem conseguir dormir... Daí vêm a pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;"Who do 'ya have to F*ck to get a break in this town???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113863135063298082?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113863135063298082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113863135063298082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113863135063298082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113863135063298082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/01/who-do-you-have-to-fck-to-get-break-in.html' title='&quot;Who do you have to F*ck to get a break in this town???&quot;'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113847021020420414</id><published>2006-01-28T15:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T15:43:30.270-02:00</updated><title type='text'>'Till Him... Uma das músicas mais bonitas sobre amizade que eu já ouvi.</title><content type='html'>LEO:&lt;br /&gt;Your honour...when I was in Rio, and had everything I'd ever dreamed ofI suddenly realized that ... this man... this man...&lt;br /&gt;No one every made me feel like someone&lt;br /&gt;'Til him&lt;br /&gt;Life was really nothing but a glum one&lt;br /&gt;'Til him&lt;br /&gt;My existence bordered on the tragic&lt;br /&gt;Always timid, never took a chance&lt;br /&gt;Then I felt his magic&lt;br /&gt;And my heart began to dance&lt;br /&gt;I was always frightened, fraught with worry...&lt;br /&gt;'Til him&lt;br /&gt;I was going nowhere in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;'Til him&lt;br /&gt;He filled up my empty life&lt;br /&gt;Filled it to the brim&lt;br /&gt;There could never ever be&lt;br /&gt;Another one...like him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAX:&lt;br /&gt;Leo, I ... I never realized ... you're a good singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEO:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Max. I sang it for you. I sang it because I'm your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAX:&lt;br /&gt;You are? Gee, I've had a lot of &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: relationships'; self.lm_skeyphrase='relationships'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: relationships...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='relationships'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=relationships&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: relationships'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/theproducers/tilhim.htm#"&gt;relationships&lt;/a&gt;, but you couldn't call any of them friend. But come to think of it...&lt;br /&gt;No one ever ever really knew me&lt;br /&gt;'Til him&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was always out to screw me&lt;br /&gt;'Til him&lt;br /&gt;Never met a man I ever trusted&lt;br /&gt;Always dealt with shysters in the past&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm well adjusted&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got a friend at last&lt;br /&gt;Always playing singles, never doubles&lt;br /&gt;'Til him&lt;br /&gt;Never had a pal to share my troubles&lt;br /&gt;'Til him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEO:&lt;br /&gt;He filled up my empty life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEO &amp; MAX:&lt;br /&gt;Filled it to the brim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEO:&lt;br /&gt;There could never ever be&lt;br /&gt;Another one ... like him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113847021020420414?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113847021020420414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113847021020420414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113847021020420414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113847021020420414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/01/till-him-uma-das-msicas-mais-bonitas.html' title='&apos;Till Him... Uma das músicas mais bonitas sobre amizade que eu já ouvi.'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113819183769078414</id><published>2006-01-25T10:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T10:23:57.703-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"I am a rock"</title><content type='html'>"A winter's day&lt;br /&gt;In a deep and dark December;&lt;br /&gt;I am alone,&lt;br /&gt;Gazing from my &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: window'; self.lm_skeyphrase='window'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: window...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='window'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=window&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: window'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/I-Am-a-Rock-lyrics-Simon-and-Garfunkel/0B30FE760E5158E548256896000E708E#"&gt;window&lt;/a&gt; to the streets below&lt;br /&gt;On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.&lt;br /&gt;I am a rock,&lt;br /&gt;I am an island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've built walls,&lt;br /&gt;A fortress deep and mighty,&lt;br /&gt;That none may penetrate.&lt;br /&gt;I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.&lt;br /&gt;It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.&lt;br /&gt;I am a rock,&lt;br /&gt;I am an island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk of love,&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've heard the word before.&lt;br /&gt;It's sleeping in my memory.&lt;br /&gt;I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.&lt;br /&gt;If I never loved I never would have cried.&lt;br /&gt;I am a rock,&lt;br /&gt;I am an island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my books&lt;br /&gt;And my poetry to protect me;&lt;br /&gt;I am shielded in my armor,&lt;br /&gt;Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.&lt;br /&gt;I touch no one and no one touches me.&lt;br /&gt;I am a rock,&lt;br /&gt;I am an island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a rock feels no pain;&lt;br /&gt;And an island never cries."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon and Garfunkel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113819183769078414?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113819183769078414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113819183769078414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113819183769078414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113819183769078414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-rock.html' title='&quot;I am a rock&quot;'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113808262420196765</id><published>2006-01-24T03:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T13:01:06.043-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Isn't She Great"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/isn"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/isn%27t%20she%20great.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe quando você encontra o "filme da sua vida"?!?!?!? Aquele filme que você vai adorar pra todo sempre, que você vai precisar ver sempre que estiver deprimida, pra chorar ainda mais?!?!? Pois é, achei o meu!!! É um filme biografia sobre a vida da escritora Jacqueline Susann... Tô até agora tentando entender como uma mulher consegue ser tão forte! Aí vai uma sinopse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jacqueline Susann (Bette Midler) era uma atriz fracassada. Na verdade tudo o que ela fazia não lhe dava projeção, mas sua vida mudou drasticamente ao conhecer Irving Mansfield (Nathan Lane), que se tornou seu empresário e marido. Jacqueline conseguiu o almejado sucesso como escritora, sendo que inicialmente "O Vale das Bonecas" foi recusado pelas principais editoras, por ter uma linguagem bem grosseira para a época, mas a revolução sexual lhe abriu um grande mercado e lhe proporcionou um enorme sucesso. Paralelamente a isso Jacqueline vivia, sem provocar alarde, duas grandes tragédias: tinha um filho autista e lutava contra um câncer no seio."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well... Wasn't she great?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113808262420196765?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113808262420196765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113808262420196765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113808262420196765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113808262420196765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/01/isnt-she-great.html' title='&quot;Isn&apos;t She Great&quot;'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113756070879982211</id><published>2006-01-18T02:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T03:05:08.813-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ela estava em casa, de madrugada olhando os seus anéis, todos, ou quase todos, de cobras. Por que cobras?!? Sabe-se lá, ela sempre adorou cobras, desde pequena sempre quis ter uma de estimação, mas a mãe, sempre com o juízo perfeito, nunca deixou. Uma vez ela viu uma jibóia e quis levar pra casa, uma amiga que estava junto, não tão sã quanto a mãe, mas sã, não deixou. Mas por que falar das cobras? Há outras coisas sobre ela, por exemplo, porque ela estava encarando os anéis de madrugada... Meio estranho, não?!? Ela tinha acabado de sair da frente da TV, tinha visto CSI e chorado até se acabar, nossa, como aquele episódio foi emocionante! Mas depois da distração veio a hora de pensar, então ela começou a encarar os anéis e pensar o que tinha acontecido naquele dia... Almoçou com a mãe, foi ao cinema, saiu com uma pessoa e mais tarde mudou o seu status do orkut para commited. Estava com um sorriso de orelha à orelha, embora estivesse com medo... Medo de que?!?!? Medo de ser feliz... Tinha passado tanto tempo sofrendo e se sentindo segura com aquele sentimento de dor, que estava com medo de ser feliz. Ela entendia pouco sobre o que estava sentindo, sabia que era bom e sabia que estava gostando. O perfume dele ainda estava empregnado na sua roupa, ela ainda sentia o calor da mão dele em suas costas, a respiração no pescoço e o beijo... Havia química ali, ela sabia... Ela não consegue colocar tudo o que sente em palavras, é tagarela demais, mas não quando se trata de sentimentos. Ela vai dormir, ainda sem entender direito o que está acontecento, mas feliz por ele ter chegado do nada e por ter tido coragem de convidá-lo para ir ao cinema numa 4ª efira que nada prometia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113756070879982211?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113756070879982211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113756070879982211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113756070879982211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113756070879982211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/01/ela-estava-em-casa-de-madrugada.html' title=''/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113738255778069583</id><published>2006-01-16T01:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T01:35:57.793-02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>De vez em quando eu tenho uma sensação de que alguma coisa deixou de ser dita ou que não foi dita o suficiente... A primeira vez que eu tive coinciência disso foi quando a minha bisa morreu... Eu nunca disse para ela que a amava, e fiquei durante muito tempo remoendo essa mágoa, até hoje, quando me lembro de quantas vezes ela me disse que me amava e eu não dizia nada, eu sinto uma dor diferente de qualquer outra coisa... Não passo uma noite sem rezar para ela e dizer o quanto a amo, contar tudo que me aconteceu naquele dia e desejar boa noite... Quando pego no sono antes de fazer isso, acordo na manhã seguinte contando tudo. Diversas vezes eu a sinto do meu lado, olhando por mim, sentindo o que eu sinto, e me sinto egoísta, sinto como se a estivesse prendendo, pois afinal de contas, eu é que preciso dela ali, do meu lado, para o meu benefício, para não me sentir completamente sozinha no mundo, mesmo rodeada de amigos e família. Sei que o dia de revê-la deve estar muito longe, mas sei exatamente o que farei neste dia... Eu a abraçarei e só largarei quando tiver dito o suficiente o quanto a amo. Por enquanto eu tenho que aprender a lidar com isso, sou uma pessoa difícil de lidar com os próprios sentimentos, tenho muita dificuldade de falar para as pessoas o quão importantes elas são para mim e o quanto eu gosto delas, e ao mesmo tempo quero que elas adivinhem tudo o que eu sinto... Muito complicado isso, mas acho que vêm de família, minha vó nunca disse que me ama (a não ser quando forçada pela minha insistência), mas eu não preciso que ela diga para saber que é verdade, minha mãe é praticamente igual, acho que a ouvi dizer que me amava umas 2 vezes na vida, meu pai pior ainda, só em momentos especialíssimos... Enfim, acho que tenho que trabalhar isso e começar a aprender. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113738255778069583?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113738255778069583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113738255778069583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113738255778069583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113738255778069583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113733762795320810</id><published>2006-01-15T12:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T13:07:18.150-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mousehunt"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/ratinho-encrenqueiro-poster05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/ratinho-encrenqueiro-poster05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Após a morte de Rudolph Smuntz (William Hickey) é dito que Ernie Smuntz (Nathan Lane) e Lars Smuntz (Lee Evans), seus filhos, herdaram uma fábrica de barbantes e uma mansão decadente. O acaso vai juntar os dois irmãos, pois Lars se recusou a vender a fábrica e assim a esposa o expulsou de casa e Ernie, que tinha o restaurante mais elegante da cidade, foi colocado no ostracismo quando um grande inseto foi encontrado na comida do prefeito. Assim, os dois vão morar na casa que herdaram e logo descobrem que ela vale uma fortuna. Eles decidem então leiloá-la e, enquanto fazem uma reforma no local, se defrontam com um ratinho que passa a infernizar a vida deles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse filme é muito melhor que Stuart Little e Babe - O porquinho atrapalado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113733762795320810?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113733762795320810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113733762795320810&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113733762795320810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113733762795320810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/01/mousehunt.html' title='&quot;Mousehunt&quot;'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113683885984771001</id><published>2006-01-09T17:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T18:34:19.850-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Naquela estação - Adriana Calcanhoto e Sonnet III - Willian Shakespeare</title><content type='html'>"Você entrou no trem&lt;br /&gt;e eu na estação&lt;br /&gt;Vendo um céu fugir&lt;br /&gt;Também não dava mais para tentar....&lt;br /&gt;Lhe convencer....&lt;br /&gt;a não partir&lt;br /&gt;E agora tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Você partiu...&lt;br /&gt;para ver outras paisagens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o meu coração embora&lt;br /&gt;finja fazer mil viagens&lt;br /&gt;fica batendo parado naquela estação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o meu coração embora&lt;br /&gt;finja fazer mil viagens&lt;br /&gt;fica batendo parado naquela estação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você entrou no trem&lt;br /&gt;e eu na estação&lt;br /&gt;Vendo um céu fugir&lt;br /&gt;Também não dava mais para tentar....&lt;br /&gt;Lhe convencer....&lt;br /&gt;a não partir&lt;br /&gt;E agora tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Você partiu...&lt;br /&gt;para ver outras paisagens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o meu coração embora&lt;br /&gt;finja fazer mil viagens fica batendo parado naquela estação&lt;br /&gt;e o meu coração embora&lt;br /&gt;finja fazer mil viagens&lt;br /&gt;fica batendo parado naquela estação"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time that face should form another;&lt;br /&gt;Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,&lt;br /&gt;Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.&lt;br /&gt;For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb&lt;br /&gt;Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?&lt;br /&gt;Or who is he so fond will be the tomb&lt;br /&gt;Of his self-love, to stop posterity?&lt;br /&gt;Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee&lt;br /&gt;Calls back the lovely April of her prime;&lt;br /&gt;So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,&lt;br /&gt;Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.&lt;br /&gt;But if thou live, remember'd not to be,&lt;br /&gt;Die single and thine image dies with thee."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113683885984771001?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113683885984771001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113683885984771001&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113683885984771001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113683885984771001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/01/naquela-estao-adriana-calcanhoto-e_09.html' title='Naquela estação - Adriana Calcanhoto e Sonnet III - Willian Shakespeare'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113636340295961280</id><published>2006-01-04T06:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T21:53:36.853-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/nathan%20lane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/nathan%20lane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá, eu sei que eu tenho uma certa tendência a ser extremamente compulsiva com as coisas que eu gosto, mas é assim que eu sou, sou completamente apaixonada pelo que faço na hora que faço, por mais que tempos depois eu venha a perder o interesse... Bom vocês devem estar se perguntando o que essa foto tem com tudo isso que eu estou dizendo, então deixe-me esclarece-los. Esse aí é o Nathan Lane, ator do musical The Producer e de outros filmes que vocês provavelmente já viram. Assim que eu saí do cinema ao final da sessão do musical, eu me descobri completamente apaixonada por esse cara... Ele não tem nada de especial, é feio, é gordinho (Fatty!) e, nos filmes que faz, é patético... Mas eu não pude deixar de me apaixonar por essa carinha de indefeso. Claro que tudo que é bom dura pouco, mas eu achei uma das frases mais legais que eu já li numa entrevista dele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, I'm 40, I'm single, and I work in musical theater - you do the math!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, acho que nem preciso dizer qual foi a minha decepção, né?!?!?!? (embora eu já tivesse desconfiado) hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Continuo obcecada por ele... hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS1: Eu sou a única idiota que está chocada ao descobrir que o Metthew Broderick (isso, aquele cara de "Curtindo a vida a doidado") é casado com a Sarah Jessica Parker (isso, aquela mulher de "Sex and the City")?!?!?!?!? O_O Choquei-me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS2:&lt;br /&gt;" - You gonna jump on me?&lt;br /&gt;- WHAT?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;- You gonna jump on me?!? I know you gonna jump on me and squash me like a bug! Please don't jump on me!&lt;br /&gt;- *jumping* I'M NOT GONNA JUMP! I'M NOT GONNA JUMP ON YOU!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113636340295961280?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113636340295961280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113636340295961280&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113636340295961280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113636340295961280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/01/enfim.html' title='Enfim...'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113618513997757707</id><published>2006-01-02T04:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T05:00:56.030-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Como?!?!?</title><content type='html'>Começou um novo ano. A mulher (?!?) olha o relódio, já é quase dia 2, olha para o papel, quer dizer, para a tela, e não sabe o que escrever, ou melhor, sabe mas não tem certeza. Pensa, olha em volta e vê o anel da amiga, aquele pequeno objeto redondo com várias esferas pendentes. As esferas brilham, parecem ter olhos, olhos ávidos para devorá-la... Não devorar seu corpo, mas sua mente, saber o que se passa dentro daquela cabeça. Finalmente aqueles olhos brilhantes conseguem entrar nos pensamentos da mulher e se assustam rapidamente. Como pode alguém pensar e sentir tantas coisas ao mesmo tempo?!?!? Eles se focam em uma lembrança, parece algo alegre... Ela e um menino, parecem tão próximos, tão amigos... Parecem irmãos... Parecem felizes... Saem daquela memória e vão para outra, mais antiga... Uma senhora de cabelos negros chorando, amor, cemitério, angústia, raiva, desprezo, nojo, saudades, dor... Um caixão. Uma senhora de cabelos fartos e expressão serena dentro dele... Eles estão vendo pelos olhos da então menina... Ela olha em volta, vai se enojando das pessoas que estão ali, sai correndo na tempestade, acha algo para bater e quebrar, destrói um galho, um homem chega e tanta acalmá-la... São de novo arrastados para outro lugar. Uma bola, campo verde, olhos azuis... Uma mistura mais confusa que anterior... Ansiedade, alegria, felicidade plena, raiva, decepção, angústia, medo, torpor... São arrastados novamente, ali era lugar proibido de ficar... Filmes, atores, paixonites infantis, sonhos, desejos, amigos... Amigos! Uma moça ruiva, uma morena, um menino mais novo, uma moça muito alta com uma mais baixa que parece sua irmã, um outro menino de cabelos negros, algumas pessoas mais velhas, rostos indefinidos... Novamente puxados para algum lugar... Palco, voz, canto, prazer, extremo prazer, mas não são permitidos a ficar por muito tempo. Morte... Diferente de antes, cheiro de morte, desespero, vontade de acabar, chances de acabar, acabando, voltando, sendo "voltada" contra a sua vontade... Uma mulher loira, pequena, com um sorriso cativante e um homem alto, com lábios finos e olhos lânguidos, amor, muito amor. Novamente arrastados... Um homem mais velho, barba, óculos redondos, sorriso difícil... Cada movimento é registrado... Paixão! Grande paixão! Outro homem mais velho, dessa vez mais baixo, mais gordinho, mais careca e sem barba... Amor... Ódio... Desejo... Sede... Vontade... Luta. Família, tios, tias, primos... Carinho e dedicação. Novamente arrastados... Internet, mundo de fantasias, lugar segura, longe do mundo real. Aqueles olhos vão se afastando da mente da mulher, exaustos e confusos... Como ter tantos sentimentos dentro de um espaço tão pequeno?!? Talvez vltem a olhar dentro da mente daquela mulher, ainda há muita coisa a ser descoberta... A mulher sai do seu estado de torpor, parece que acorda sem nem sequer ter dormido... Olha para o relógio novemente, já deve estar quase amanhecendo lá fora, desiste de tentar escrever, é inútil, está muito cansada para escrever alguma coisa, qualquer coisa que faça algum sentido... Olha para a tela e vê várias letras que não se lembra de ter colocado lá... Deixa pra lá, depois ela vê! Fecha a janela da internet, olha para foto de um ator e se despede... Até mais tarde!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113618513997757707?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113618513997757707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113618513997757707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113618513997757707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113618513997757707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/01/como.html' title='Como?!?!?'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113615332427714060</id><published>2006-01-01T19:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T20:08:45.556-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Producers"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/the%20producers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/the%20producers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gente, vou contar uma coisa para vocês, há muito tempo que eu não tenho vontade de assistir o mesmo filme mais de uma vez... Quer dizer, não por causa de um ator, mas pelo filme inteiro!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoje fui ver o filme "The Producers", um  musical com Nathan Lane, Matthew Broderick e Uma Thurman. Saí do cinema em estado de êxtase!!! O filme todo é maravilhoso, as musicas (sim, é um musical), as interpretações, o visual... Enfim, TUDO!!! O filme conta a história de dois produtores da Broadway que descobrem que uma peça que seja um fracasso pode render mais dinheiro do que um sucesso, então eles saem em busca do pior roteiro, do pior diretor e do pior elenco para a peça, mas o tiro sai pela culatra! Ah, antes que eu me esqueça, esse filme é uma refilmagem do homônimo no título original, mas em português foi lançado como "Primavera para Hitler", do Mel Brooks. Bom, vou deixar que vocês vejam o filme e tirem as suas próprias conclusões.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beijinhos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113615332427714060?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113615332427714060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113615332427714060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113615332427714060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113615332427714060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/01/producers.html' title='&quot;The Producers&quot;'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113609776051222713</id><published>2006-01-01T03:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T04:42:42.516-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ 2006!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/Imagems%20064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/Imagems%20064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levina, eu, Sammy, Sione e Guilherme na praia de Copacabana!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113609776051222713?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113609776051222713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113609776051222713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113609776051222713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113609776051222713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2006/01/feliz-2006.html' title='FELIZ 2006!!!'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113591768038667594</id><published>2005-12-30T01:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T16:18:54.653-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Music of the Night" - Andrew Loyd Webber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/fantasma%20e%20mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/fantasma%20e%20mulher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Night-time sharpens,&lt;br /&gt;Heightens each sensation&lt;br /&gt;Darkness stirs and wakes imagination&lt;br /&gt;Silently the senses abandon their defences ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, gently night unfurls it's splendour&lt;br /&gt;Grasp it, sense it -&lt;br /&gt;Tremulous and tender&lt;br /&gt;Turn your face away&lt;br /&gt;From the garish light of day,&lt;br /&gt;Turn your thoughts away&lt;br /&gt;From cold, unfeeling light -&lt;br /&gt;And listen to the music of the night ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!&lt;br /&gt;Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before!&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Let your spirit start to soar!&lt;br /&gt;And you'll live as you've never lived before ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softly, deftly, music shall caress you ...&lt;br /&gt;Feel it, hear it,&lt;br /&gt;Secretly posses you...&lt;br /&gt;Open up your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Let your fantasies unwind,&lt;br /&gt;In this darkness which&lt;br /&gt;You know you cannot fight -&lt;br /&gt;The darkness of the music of the night ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world!&lt;br /&gt;Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before!&lt;br /&gt;Let your soul take you where youlong to be!&lt;br /&gt;Only then can you belong to me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!&lt;br /&gt;Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation!&lt;br /&gt;Let the dream begin,&lt;br /&gt;Let your darker side give in&lt;br /&gt;To the power of the music that I write -&lt;br /&gt;The power of the music of the night ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You alone can make my song take flight -&lt;br /&gt;Help me make the music of the night . . ."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113591768038667594?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113591768038667594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113591768038667594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113591768038667594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113591768038667594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/12/music-of-night-andrew-loyd-webber.html' title='&quot;Music of the Night&quot; - Andrew Loyd Webber'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113588721619697360</id><published>2005-12-29T17:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T18:13:36.206-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/eu%20e%20Van%20amigo%20oculto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/eu%20e%20Van%20amigo%20oculto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente, o nosso encontro no Palaphita foi bom demais!!! Esse ano de 2005 foi maravilhoso, e espero que o de 2006 seja melhor ainda!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Ju e Monica, muito obrigada pelas fotos!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113588721619697360?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113588721619697360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113588721619697360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113588721619697360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113588721619697360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/12/gente-o-nosso-encontro-no-palaphita.html' title=''/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113557908131643346</id><published>2005-12-26T04:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T04:38:01.326-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ NATAL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/eu%20e%20ana%20clara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/eu%20e%20ana%20clara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que essa foto mostra toda a alegria do Natal... Desejo muitas felicidades e alegrias à todos vocês!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos e Feliz Natal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Eu e minha priminha Ana Clara, que adora morder o meu nariz... hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113557908131643346?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113557908131643346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113557908131643346&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113557908131643346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113557908131643346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/12/feliz-natal.html' title='FELIZ NATAL!!!'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113514253602568746</id><published>2005-12-21T03:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T03:22:16.040-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnet 130 - By Willian Shakespeare</title><content type='html'>My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;&lt;br /&gt;Coral is far more red than her lips' red;&lt;br /&gt;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;&lt;br /&gt;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,&lt;br /&gt;But no such roses see I in her cheeks;&lt;br /&gt;And in some perfumes is there more delight&lt;br /&gt;Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear her speak, yet well I know&lt;br /&gt;That music hath a far more pleasing sound;&lt;br /&gt;I grant I never saw a goddess go;&lt;br /&gt;My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare&lt;br /&gt;As any she belied with false compare.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113514253602568746?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113514253602568746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113514253602568746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113514253602568746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113514253602568746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/12/sonnet-130-by-willian-shakespeare.html' title='Sonnet 130 - By Willian Shakespeare'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113491271986574097</id><published>2005-12-18T11:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T11:31:59.876-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fome 0 - Pizza 10"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/irm??os"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/irm%3F%3Fos%20caruso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente, ontem eu fui assistir ao show hilariante dos irmãos Caruso no Bar do Tom. Ri como não ria há muito tempo!!! Chico e Paulo Caruso, além de cartunistas maravilhosos, são comediantes de primeira. As letras das músicas, as performances (principalmente na música "É bom ser presidente" e no momento "Twin Towers"), enfim, tudo no show é maravilhoso. Tenho certeza que esse foi, para mim, o 1º de muitos shows desses irmãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113491271986574097?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113491271986574097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113491271986574097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113491271986574097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113491271986574097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/12/fome-0-pizza-10.html' title='&quot;Fome 0 - Pizza 10&quot;'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113488137579986956</id><published>2005-12-18T02:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T02:49:35.810-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Adorei!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/eu%20sarau%20karla%20pai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/eu%20sarau%20karla%20pai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/eu%20sarau%20karla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/eu%20sarau%20karla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente, essas fotos LINDAS são da minha apresentação no FarUp, no sarau da Karla Boechat e Cia. da Voz. A primeira foi feita pelo meu pai e a segunda pelo queridíssimo Dr. Ócio (Salama).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113488137579986956?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113488137579986956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113488137579986956&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113488137579986956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113488137579986956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/12/adorei.html' title='Adorei!!!'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113457533122207989</id><published>2005-12-14T13:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T13:48:51.236-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Subo nesse palco, minha alma cheira a talco..."</title><content type='html'>Acho que nunca vou poder descrever exatamente o que senti em cima do palco, quando começei a cantar. Veio o medo, o nervosismo, a ansiedade e lá pro meio da primeira música, a felicidade, o prazer, a alegria... O êxtase. Fiquei com aquela vontade de quero mais ao sair do palco e percebi que dali em diante, não existiriam mais dúvidas em mim. Agradeço ao Flavio Mendes, grande violonista que acompanhou todos nós durante aquele show, ao nosso purcussionista João Aires que tinha uma "praia" inteira com ele e a nossa linda e maravilhosa professora e pianista Karla Boechat, que teve que aturar aquelas músicas horripilantes durante tanto tempo... hehehehe. Agora, mais do que tudo, gostaria de agradecer a cada pessoa que foi lá... Minha família (que eu não vou citar toda), meu lindos amigos do blog (mesmo os que não estiveram de corpo presente) e um agradecimento especial a 4 pessoas... Ruy, Cyva, Cynara e Inahiá, vocês foram presenças importantíssimas pra mim, pois apesar de todo o nervosismo que eu senti, pensando no mico que eu iria pagar, depois que eu conheci vocês (além do trabalho maravilhoso que fazem), acordei para o que eu realmente quero da minha vida e não vou deixar passar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m nothing special, in fact I’m a bit of a bore&lt;br /&gt;If I tell a joke, you’ve probably heard it before&lt;br /&gt;But I have a talent, a wonderful thing’&lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone listens when I start to sing&lt;br /&gt;I’m so grateful and proud&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to sing it out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the music, the songs I’m singing&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing&lt;br /&gt;Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty&lt;br /&gt;What would life be?&lt;br /&gt;Without a song or a dance what are we?&lt;br /&gt;So I say thank you for the music&lt;br /&gt;For giving it to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother says I was a dancer before I could walk&lt;br /&gt;She says I began to sing long before I could talk&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve often wondered, how did it all start?&lt;br /&gt;Who found out that nothing can capture a heart&lt;br /&gt;Like a melody can?&lt;br /&gt;Well, whoever it was, I’m a fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the music, the songs I’m singing&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing&lt;br /&gt;Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty&lt;br /&gt;What would life be?&lt;br /&gt;Without a song or a dance what are we?&lt;br /&gt;So I say thank you for the music&lt;br /&gt;For giving it to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been so lucky, I am the girl with golden hair&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sing it out to everybody&lt;br /&gt;What a joy, what a life, what a chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the music, the songs I’m singing&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing&lt;br /&gt;Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty&lt;br /&gt;What would life be? Without a song or a dance what are we?&lt;br /&gt;So I say&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the music&lt;br /&gt;For giving it to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113457533122207989?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113457533122207989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113457533122207989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113457533122207989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113457533122207989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/12/subo-nesse-palco-minha-alma-cheira.html' title='&quot;Subo nesse palco, minha alma cheira a talco...&quot;'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113421703675609954</id><published>2005-12-10T10:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T10:18:28.270-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Angst and Hate</title><content type='html'>Eu olhava pra ela, ouvia as músicas e não sentia nada, de repente eu pensei, "Bem que poderia ser sempre assim, pelo menos eu não sofreria tanto...", mas e quem disse que eu consigo ser assim?!?!? Ao terminar o show veio um turbilhão de sentimentos, raiva, felicidade, preocupação, vaidade, paixão, indignação e outras coisas bem menos nobres que não ouso citar aqui. Eu queria ir embora, largar todo mundo ali, esquecer de tudo e de todos, pensar só em mim. Fui embora pensando no príncipe encantado, ora ele me aparecia com um rosto muito familiar, que em nada me lembra os contos de fada, mas sim a realidade, ora ele me aparecia diferente, com uma aura estérea, igualzinho ao faz de conta. Nessas duas imagens que se formavaram na minha cabeça, decidi que gosto mais da realidade, mas prefiro ficar sozinha. Decidi que de agora em diante, por mais que eu me apaixone, não quero mais saber de ninguém. Vou me focar na minha vida profissional e simplesmente esquecer que o amor e a paixão existem, esses sentimentos não foram feitos pra mim. Talvez um certo personagem de um livro que eu gosto tenha razão, a melhor forma de sobreviver nesse mundo é não se apegar a ninguém, assim nunca nos decepcionaremos, nunca nos magoaremos nem nada do tipo. Levarei tudo que estou sentindo agora até o fim, talvez no futuro vocês venham a conhecer uma versão feminina de Severus Snape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113421703675609954?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113421703675609954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113421703675609954&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113421703675609954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113421703675609954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/12/angst-and-hate.html' title='Angst and Hate'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113410102553199621</id><published>2005-12-09T01:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T02:03:50.076-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ilusão, Ilusão, olhe as coisas como elas são..."</title><content type='html'>"Olha, somente um dia longe dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Fez-se a saudade de um amor tão perto&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo inteiro fez-se tão tristonho&lt;br /&gt;Mas embora agora eu te tenha perto&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho graça do meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;A conduzir o nosso amor discreto&lt;br /&gt;Sim, amor discreto pra uma só pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Pois nem de leve sabes que eu te quero&lt;br /&gt;E me apraz essa ilusão à toa"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113410102553199621?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113410102553199621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113410102553199621&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113410102553199621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113410102553199621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/12/iluso-iluso-olhe-as-coisas-como-elas.html' title='&quot;Ilusão, Ilusão, olhe as coisas como elas são...&quot;'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113401764399694667</id><published>2005-12-08T02:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T02:56:29.656-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Passou</title><content type='html'>Por te amar me anulei, esqueci de mim, esqueci quem sou e quem fui. Quis fazer algo para chamar a tua atenção, alguém com o jeito que você queria e fui me esquecendo de mim. Chorei pelos cantos, gritei com o mundo, ignorei as pessoas que me amam só para estar com você... Um amigo uma vez disse "se ao te conhecer, dei pra sonhar fiz tantos desvarios, rompi com o mundo, queimei meus navios." e hoje faço minhas as palavras dele. Me pergunto, valeu?!? estou tentando juntar meus pedaços, redescobrir quem sou. Como que aquela menina, tão certa de tudo, tão firme nas suas decisões e opiniões, na sua primeira atitude de mulher se transformou em alguém que não é?!?&lt;br /&gt;O amor chegou e mudou muita coisa, mas decidi que nunca mais vou me mudar pelos outros, fiz isso uma vez e não adiantou, não repetirei o erro.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia você vai se dar conta que não é ninguém, e que ninguém é insubstituível, e quando isso acontecer, pode ter certeza que eu estarei ao teu lado para te amparar, ao contrário dos seus supostos amigos. Mas tenha uma certeza, só ajudarei como amiga, pois daqui em diante saiba que esse navio partiu para nunca mais atracar nesse porto outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113401764399694667?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113401764399694667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113401764399694667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113401764399694667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113401764399694667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/12/passou.html' title='Passou'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113387920236139777</id><published>2005-12-06T12:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T12:26:42.376-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PARABÉNS MANINHO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/eu%20e%20lucas%20na%20reda????o.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/eu%20e%20lucas%20na%20reda%3F%3F%3F%3Fo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maninho, dizer que você é meigo, divertido, inteligente, simpático e especial é cair no lugar comum. Todos os que frequentam esse blog sabem disso, podem perceber um pouquinho da pessoa maravilhosa que você é. Conviver com você tem sido muito bom pra mim, me faz ter esperança na humanidade, como disse a Teresa. Hoje é "Um dia pra vadiar" e esperar por uma noite estrelada com cara de "Céu de Santo Amaro". Alguns podem dizer que você é um "Estranho Rapaz", principalmente os que tem a nossa idade, mas sabemos que "A Felicidade" está em sermos nós mesmos, e não meros adolescentes controlados pela moda. Por último, espero, sinceramente, que sempre que nos olharmos "Olhos nos Olhos", nunca veja em seu olhar algo como quem diz "Bom Dia Tristeza", e se um dia vir, que possa te ajudar a dar a "Volta por cima". ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Termino aqui pedindo licença ao nosso poetinha pra dizer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A benção Lucas França, você que me ensinou que tudo pode ser mais alegre do que já é. Saravá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: ;-)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quem já passou por essa vida e não viveu&lt;br /&gt;pode ser mais, mas sabe menos do que eu&lt;br /&gt;Porque a vida só se dá pra quem se deu,&lt;br /&gt;pra quem amou, pra quem chorou, pra quem sofreu&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca curtiu uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;nunca vai ter nada, não&lt;br /&gt;Não há mal pior do que a descrença,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo o amor que não compensa&lt;br /&gt;é melhor que a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Abre os teus braços,&lt;br /&gt;meu irmão, deixa cair,&lt;br /&gt;pra que somar se a gente pode dividir&lt;br /&gt;Eu francamente já não quero nem saber&lt;br /&gt;de quem não vai porque tem medo de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Ai de quem não rasga o coração&lt;br /&gt;esse não vai ter perdão&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca curtiu uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;nunca vai ter nada, não..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113387920236139777?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113387920236139777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113387920236139777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113387920236139777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113387920236139777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/12/parabns-maninho.html' title='PARABÉNS MANINHO!!!'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113339233454954328</id><published>2005-11-30T21:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T21:12:14.566-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedala!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/snape%20pedalada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/snape%20pedalada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu não resisti!!!!!!!!!!! Olhem bem essa cena e me digam... O Alan não é o máximo?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? LINDO!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beijinhos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113339233454954328?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113339233454954328/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113339233454954328&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113339233454954328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113339233454954328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/11/pedala.html' title='Pedala!!!'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113335163820229081</id><published>2005-11-30T09:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T09:53:58.216-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Girl...</title><content type='html'>I can remember the very first time I cried&lt;br /&gt;How I wiped my eyes and buried the pain inside&lt;br /&gt;All of my memories - good and bad - that's past&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even take the time to realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starin' at the cracks in the walls&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm waiting for it all to come to an end&lt;br /&gt;Still I curl up right under the bed&lt;br /&gt;Cuz its takin' over my head all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know who you are?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm tryin' to find&lt;br /&gt;A borrowed dream or a superstar?&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a starIs life good to you or is it bad?&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell anymore&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know what you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyin' awake watchin' the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;How the birds will sing as I count the rings&lt;br /&gt;around my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Constantly pushing the world I know aside&lt;br /&gt;I don't even feel the pain, I don't even want to&lt;br /&gt;try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lookin' for a way to become&lt;br /&gt;The person that I dreamt of when I was sixteen&lt;br /&gt;Oh, nothin' is ever enough&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, baby, it ain't enough for what it may seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know who you are?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still tryin' to find&lt;br /&gt;A borrowed dream or a superstar?&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to be&lt;br /&gt;Is life good to you or is it bad?&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell anymore&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know what you have?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry girl, tell a tale for me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm wondering how you really feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lonely girl, I'll tell a tale for you&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm just tryin' to make all my dreams cometrue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know who you are?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;A borrowed dream or a superstar?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wanted to be a starIs life good to you or is it bad?&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell, I can't tell anymore&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know what you have?&lt;br /&gt;I guess not, oh I guess not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know who you are?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm tryin' to find&lt;br /&gt;A rising dream or a fallen star?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have a all these dreams&lt;br /&gt;Is life good to you or is it bad?&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell anymore&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know what you have?&lt;br /&gt;No, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know who you are?&lt;br /&gt;A rising dream or a fallen star?&lt;br /&gt;Is life good to you or is it bad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113335163820229081?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113335163820229081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113335163820229081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113335163820229081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113335163820229081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/11/lonely-girl.html' title='Lonely Girl...'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113329393795357943</id><published>2005-11-29T17:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T17:52:17.966-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra ouvir e Chorar</title><content type='html'>Uma pequena seleção de música que quando ouço, choro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futuros Amantes - Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;I can't smile without you - Barry Manillow&lt;br /&gt;The name of the game - Abba&lt;br /&gt;One of Us - Abba&lt;br /&gt;Olha - Roberto Carlos&lt;br /&gt;Atrás da Porta - Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais adeus - Vinícius de Moraes e Francis Hime&lt;br /&gt;Without you - ???&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone - 3Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;Vitorisa - Ivan Lins&lt;br /&gt;Valsa Brasileira - Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;Último Desejo - Noel Rosa&lt;br /&gt;As rosas não falam - Cartola&lt;br /&gt;A vida é um moinho - Cartola&lt;br /&gt;Trocando em Miúdos - Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;Total eclipse of the Heart - Bonnie Tyler&lt;br /&gt;Todo Sentimento - Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of Silence - Simon &amp; Garfunkel&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo - Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;Mensagem  - ??? (cantado por Bethânia)&lt;br /&gt;Resposta ao tempo - ??? (cantado por Nana Caymmi)&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer canção  - Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;Meu guri - Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;Groovy kind of love - Phil Collins&lt;br /&gt;Music of the night - Andrew Loyd Weber&lt;br /&gt;Olhos no olhos  - Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;O filho que eu quero ter - Vinícius de Moraes e Toquinho&lt;br /&gt;Minha - Francis Hime e Vinícius de Moraes&lt;br /&gt;Mar e Lua - Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;Já passou - Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;Every Breath you take - The Police&lt;br /&gt;Insensatez - Vinícius de Moraes&lt;br /&gt;Valsinha - Vinícius de Moraes e Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;Gente Humilde - Chico Buarque, Garoto e Vinícius de Moraes&lt;br /&gt;Fragile - Sting&lt;br /&gt;Every thing I do (I do it for you) - Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;De todas as maneiras - Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;Dança da Solidão - Paulinho da Viola&lt;br /&gt;Choro Bandido - Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;Please Forgive me - Bryan Adams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113329393795357943?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113329393795357943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113329393795357943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113329393795357943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113329393795357943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/11/pra-ouvir-e-chorar.html' title='Pra ouvir e Chorar'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113322081481217288</id><published>2005-11-28T21:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T21:35:57.443-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai, Ai...</title><content type='html'>"Já passou, já passou&lt;br /&gt;Se você quer saber&lt;br /&gt;Eu já sarei, já curou&lt;br /&gt;Me pegou de mal jeito&lt;br /&gt;Mas não foi nada, estancou&lt;br /&gt;Já passou, já passou&lt;br /&gt;Se isso lhe dá prazer&lt;br /&gt;Me machuquei, sim, supurou&lt;br /&gt;Mas afaguei meu peito&lt;br /&gt;E aliviou&lt;br /&gt;Já falei, já passou"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não se afobe, não&lt;br /&gt;Que nada é pra já&lt;br /&gt;O amor não tem pressa&lt;br /&gt;Ele pode esperar em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Num fundo de armário&lt;br /&gt;Na posta-restante&lt;br /&gt;Milênios, milênios&lt;br /&gt;No ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem sabe, então&lt;br /&gt;O Rio será&lt;br /&gt;Alguma cidade submersa&lt;br /&gt;Os escafandristas virão&lt;br /&gt;Explorar sua casa&lt;br /&gt;Seu quarto, suas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Sua alma, desvãos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábios em vão&lt;br /&gt;Tentarão decifrar&lt;br /&gt;O eco de antigas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Fragmentos de cartas, poemas&lt;br /&gt;Mentiras, retratos&lt;br /&gt;Vestígios de estranha civilização&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se afobe, não&lt;br /&gt;Que nada é pra já&lt;br /&gt;Amores serão sempre amáveis&lt;br /&gt;Futuros amantes, quiçá&lt;br /&gt;Se amarão sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Com o amor que eu um dia&lt;br /&gt;Deixei pra você"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O que será ser só&lt;br /&gt;Quando outro dia amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Será recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;Será ser livre sem querer&lt;br /&gt;O que será ser moça&lt;br /&gt;E ter vergonha de viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter corpo pra dançar&lt;br /&gt;E não ter onde me esconder&lt;br /&gt;Tentar cobrir meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Pra minh'alma ninguém ver&lt;br /&gt;Eu toda a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Soube só lhe pertencer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que será ser sua sem você&lt;br /&gt;Como será ser nua em noite de luar&lt;br /&gt;Ser aluada, louca&lt;br /&gt;Até você voltar&lt;br /&gt;Pra que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que será ser só&lt;br /&gt;Quando outro dia amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Será recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;Será ser livre sem querer&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai secar meu pranto&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto tanto de você"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meu Deus, o que será que tem&lt;br /&gt;Nesses olhos teus&lt;br /&gt;O que será que tem&lt;br /&gt;Pra me seduzir&lt;br /&gt;Pra me escravizar&lt;br /&gt;Não sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não saberei também&lt;br /&gt;Como resistir&lt;br /&gt;A seu modo amar&lt;br /&gt;Eu só estou sabendo&lt;br /&gt;Que para te amar&lt;br /&gt;Eu viverei sofrendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas já não resiste&lt;br /&gt;O coração&lt;br /&gt;Quero viver triste&lt;br /&gt;E então&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu tiver os meus olhos chorando&lt;br /&gt;Saberei então seu olhar ilusão"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113322081481217288?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113322081481217288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113322081481217288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113322081481217288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113322081481217288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/11/ai-ai.html' title='Ai, Ai...'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113317231933210284</id><published>2005-11-28T08:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T08:05:19.346-02:00</updated><title type='text'>F.R.I.E.N.D.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/IMG_2168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/IMG_2168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não é todo dia que se consegue reunir essa turma tão especial de amigos. Todos muito queridos! :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beijinhos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113317231933210284?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113317231933210284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113317231933210284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113317231933210284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113317231933210284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/11/friends.html' title='F.R.I.E.N.D.S'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113302140961116213</id><published>2005-11-26T14:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T14:10:09.643-02:00</updated><title type='text'>In Demand</title><content type='html'>When we were together I was blown away&lt;br /&gt;Just like paper from a fan&lt;br /&gt;But you would act like I was just a kid&lt;br /&gt;Like we were never gonna last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got someone who cares for me&lt;br /&gt;He wrote my name in silver sands&lt;br /&gt;I think you know you've lost the love of your life&lt;br /&gt;And you said, I was the best you've ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm in demand&lt;br /&gt;You're thinking of the way you should have held my hand&lt;br /&gt;And all the times you said you didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;You never had our love written in your plans&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm in demand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever think you saw the best of me&lt;br /&gt;There's a side you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Cos love and loving are two different things&lt;br /&gt;Set your sites far too low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got someone who cares for me&lt;br /&gt;He wrote my name in silver sands&lt;br /&gt;I think you know you've lost the love of your life&lt;br /&gt;And you said, I was the best you've ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm in demand&lt;br /&gt;You're thinking of the way you should have held my hand&lt;br /&gt;And all the times you said you didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;You never had our love written in your plans&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm in demand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only when I fall a sleep&lt;br /&gt;I see that winning smile&lt;br /&gt;When my dreams just move along&lt;br /&gt;You've lost the race by miles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113302140961116213?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113302140961116213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113302140961116213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113302140961116213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113302140961116213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-demand.html' title='In Demand'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113301243282042417</id><published>2005-11-26T11:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T11:41:05.240-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like a Pill</title><content type='html'>"I'm lyin' here on the floor where you left me&lt;br /&gt;I think I took too much&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying here, what have you done?&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay on your life support, there's a shortage in the switch,&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay on your morphine, cuz its making me itch&lt;br /&gt;I said I tried to call the nurse again but shes being a little bitch,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll get outta here, where I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run just as fast as I can&lt;br /&gt;To the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;To the middle of my frustrated fears&lt;br /&gt;And I swear you're just like a pill&lt;br /&gt;Instead of makin' me better, you keep makin' me ill&lt;br /&gt;You keep makin' me ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't moved from the spot where you left me&lt;br /&gt;This must be a bad trip&lt;br /&gt;All of the other pills, they were different&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should get some help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay on your life support, there's a shortage in the switch,&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay on your morphine, cuz its making me itch&lt;br /&gt;I said I tried to call the nurse again but shes being a little bitch,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll get outta here, where I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run just as fast as I can&lt;br /&gt;To the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;To the middle of my frustrated fears&lt;br /&gt;And I swear you're just like a pill&lt;br /&gt;Instead of makin' me better, you keep makin' me ill&lt;br /&gt;You keep makin' me ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run just as fast as I can&lt;br /&gt;To the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;To the middle of my frustrated fears&lt;br /&gt;And I swear you're just like a pill&lt;br /&gt;Instead of makin' me better, you keep makin' me ill&lt;br /&gt;You keep makin' me ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay on your life support, there's a shortage in the switch,&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay on your morphine, cuz its making meitch&lt;br /&gt;I said I tried to call the nurse again but shes being a little bitch,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll get outta here, where I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run just as fast as I can&lt;br /&gt;To the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;To the middle of my frustrated fears&lt;br /&gt;And I swear you're just like a pill&lt;br /&gt;Instead of makin' me better, you keep makin' meill&lt;br /&gt;You keep makin' me ill"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113301243282042417?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113301243282042417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113301243282042417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113301243282042417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113301243282042417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-like-pill.html' title='Just Like a Pill'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113267031048024925</id><published>2005-11-22T12:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T12:43:18.300-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida de Fantasias</title><content type='html'>Nesse post vocês verão partes da minha vida que nunca viram... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/eu%20poodle.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eu de poodle com 9 meses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/eu%20sheera.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Sheera com 1 ano&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/eu%20joaninha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joaninha - 1 ano e 10 meses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/eu%20chinesinha.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Chinesinha com 2 anos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/eu%20fantasminha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fantasminha camarada no Halloween de New Jersey - 3 anos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/eu%20cancan.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Dançarina de Can Can - 3 anos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/eu%20boneca.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Bonequinha - 4 anos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/eu%20branca%20de%20neve.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Branca de Neve - 5 anos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/eu%20colombina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Colombina - 6 anos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/eu%20odalisca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Odalisca - 7 anos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/eu%20cinderella.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Cinderella - 9 anos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/eu%20salgueiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desfile do Salgueiro - 10 anos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/eu%20bruxa.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bruxa - 12 anos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/eu%20jeannie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jeannie - 14 anos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/eu%20cle%3F%3Fpatra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cleópatra - 15 anos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/IMG_8602.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moulin Rouge - 18 anos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113267031048024925?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113267031048024925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113267031048024925&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113267031048024925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113267031048024925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/11/vida-de-fantasias.html' title='Vida de Fantasias'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113240521460554709</id><published>2005-11-19T10:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T11:00:14.616-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos</title><content type='html'>"Tenho amigos que não sabem o quanto são meus amigos.     &lt;br /&gt;Não percebem o amor que lhes devoto e a absoluta necessidade que tenho deles.     &lt;br /&gt;A amizade é um sentimento mais nobre do que o amor, eis que permite      que o objeto dela se divida em outros afetos, enquanto o amor tem      intrínseco o ciúme, que não admite a rivalidade.     &lt;br /&gt;E eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor, que tivessem morrido todos      os meus amores, mas enlouqueceria se morressem todos os meus amigos! &lt;br /&gt;Até mesmo aqueles que não percebem o quanto são meus amigos e o quanto minha vida depende de suas existências ...     &lt;br /&gt;A alguns deles não procuro, basta-me saber que eles existem. Esta mera      condição me encoraja a seguir em frente pela vida.     &lt;br /&gt;Mas, porque não os procuro com assiduidade, não posso lhes dizer o      quanto gosto deles. Eles não iriam acreditar.     &lt;br /&gt;Muitos deles estão lendo esta crônica e não sabem que estão incluídos      na sagrada relação de meus amigos.     &lt;br /&gt;Mas é delicioso que eu saiba e sinta que os adoro, embora não declare     &lt;br /&gt;e não os procure.     &lt;br /&gt;E às vezes, quando os procuro, noto que eles não têm noção de como me      são necessários, de como são  indispensáveis ao meu equilíbrio vital,      porque eles fazem parte do mundo que eu, tremulamente, construí e se      tornaram alicerces do meu encanto pela vida.     &lt;br /&gt;Se um deles morrer, eu ficarei torto para um lado. Se todos eles      morrerem, eu desabo! Por isso é que, sem que eles saibam, eu rezo pela      vida deles.     &lt;br /&gt;E me envergonho, porque essa minha prece é, em síntese, dirigida ao      meu bem estar. Ela é, talvez, fruto do meu egoísmo.     &lt;br /&gt;Por vezes, mergulho em pensamentos sobre alguns deles.     &lt;br /&gt;Quando viajo e fico diante de lugares maravilhosos, cai-me alguma      lágrima por não estarem junto de mim, compartilhando daquele prazer      ...     &lt;br /&gt;Se alguma coisa me consome e me envelhece é que a roda furiosa da vida não me permite ter sempre ao meu lado, morando comigo, andando comigo,  falando comigo, vivendo comigo, todos os meus amigos, e,      principalmente os que só desconfiam ou talvez nunca vão saber que são      meus amigos!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente não faz amigos, reconhece-os."         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113240521460554709?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113240521460554709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113240521460554709&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113240521460554709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113240521460554709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/11/amigos.html' title='Amigos'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113205885428637870</id><published>2005-11-15T08:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T10:47:34.293-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Pessoa...</title><content type='html'>"Tenho tanto sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Que é freqüente persuadir-me&lt;br /&gt;De que sou sentimental,&lt;br /&gt;Mas reconheço, ao medir-me,&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo isso é pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;Que não senti afinal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos, todos que vivemos,&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida que é vivida&lt;br /&gt;E outra vida que é pensada,&lt;br /&gt;E a única vida que temos&lt;br /&gt;É essa que é dividida&lt;br /&gt;Entre a verdadeira e a errada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual porém é a verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;E qual errada, ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Nos saberá explicar;&lt;br /&gt;E vivemos de maneira&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida que a gente tem&lt;br /&gt;É a que tem que pensar.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quanto a mim...&lt;br /&gt;O amor passou.&lt;br /&gt;Eu só lhe peço que não faça como a gente vulgar,&lt;br /&gt;e não me volte a cara quando passe por si,&lt;br /&gt;nem tenha de mim uma recordaçãoem que entre o rancor.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquemos, um perante o outro,&lt;br /&gt;como dois conhecidos desde a infância,&lt;br /&gt;que se amaram um pouco quando meninos, e,&lt;br /&gt;embora na vida adultasigam outras afeições,&lt;br /&gt;conservam num escaninho da alma&lt;br /&gt;memória do seu amor antigo e inútil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não: não digas nada!&lt;br /&gt;Supor o que dirá&lt;br /&gt;A tua boca velada&lt;br /&gt;É ouvi-lo já&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ouvi-lo melhor&lt;br /&gt;Do que o dirias.&lt;br /&gt;O que és não vem à flor&lt;br /&gt;Das frases e dos dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És melhor do que tu&lt;br /&gt;Não digas nada: sê!&lt;br /&gt;Graça do corpo nu&lt;br /&gt;Que invisível se vê."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113205885428637870?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113205885428637870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113205885428637870&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113205885428637870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113205885428637870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/11/ah-pessoa.html' title='Ah Pessoa...'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113165621516748436</id><published>2005-11-11T00:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T19:06:02.923-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatinho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/gato%20de%20olho%20amarelo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/gato%20de%20olho%20amarelo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse lindo e curioso gatinho estava no Campo de Santana... Que vontade de levar pra casa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113165621516748436?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113165621516748436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113165621516748436&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113165621516748436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113165621516748436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/11/gatinho.html' title='Gatinho!'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113130812125423642</id><published>2005-11-07T00:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T12:43:47.256-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Imitação da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/por%20do%20sol%20de%20ipanema.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/por%20do%20sol%20de%20ipanema.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ninguém sabe quem sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Também já não sei quem sou&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei bem que o sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;De mim até se cansou&lt;br /&gt;Na imitação da vida&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vai me superar"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113130812125423642?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113130812125423642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113130812125423642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113130812125423642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113130812125423642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/11/imitao-da-vida.html' title='Imitação da Vida'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113046889063805796</id><published>2005-10-28T06:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T01:12:30.776-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplesmente Mulher...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/yanan%20-%20loretta.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/yanan%20-%20loretta.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Criança levada&lt;br /&gt;Boneca quebrada&lt;br /&gt;Chá de panela&lt;br /&gt;Casa... que bela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos de vestidos&lt;br /&gt;Homem sem rosto&lt;br /&gt;Um príncipe,&lt;br /&gt;Cavalo branco e espada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barriga grande bebês ela gera&lt;br /&gt;Rotina da espera&lt;br /&gt;Rotina do amor&lt;br /&gt;Rotina da casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia a dia quebra a armadura&lt;br /&gt;Cai a máscara dele, a dela...&lt;br /&gt;Quer outra vida,&lt;br /&gt;Desmancha-se tudo&lt;br /&gt;Divide-se tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai à luta,&lt;br /&gt;Disputa, enfrenta&lt;br /&gt;Perde, vence&lt;br /&gt;Destaca-se.&lt;br /&gt;Sobe no palco&lt;br /&gt;Recebe aplausos&lt;br /&gt;Olha de cima e vê:&lt;br /&gt;Daquilo, nada quer ter&lt;br /&gt;Só seus sonhos de menina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha, sem máscaras,&lt;br /&gt;Ela quer aquilo que perdeu,&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que nunca teve,&lt;br /&gt;Quer aquele sonho, suas ilusões&lt;br /&gt;Suas fantasias de volta&lt;br /&gt;Viver sonhos de menina&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles de mocinha&lt;br /&gt;Depois, tornar-se , de novo,&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente mulher..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto: &lt;a href="http://www.lorettalux.de"&gt;Loretta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113046889063805796?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113046889063805796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113046889063805796&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113046889063805796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113046889063805796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/10/simplesmente-mulher.html' title='Simplesmente Mulher...'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-113012571360993813</id><published>2005-10-24T18:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T01:48:33.616-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/eu%20tim%20festival%20pelo%20palm%20da%20van.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/eu%20tim%20festival%20pelo%20palm%20da%20van.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que andei meio distante um tempinho, mas...&lt;br /&gt;Bom, vou fazer um ersumo das coisas mais importates desde a ultíma vez que vim. Quinta fui ao cinema ver &lt;a href="http://cinema.cidadeinternet.com.br/article.asp?658~314977"&gt;Senhor das Armas&lt;/a&gt; com o Tom e a Vanessa, o filme é maravilhoso, e a companhia melhor ainda. Sexta fui no ensaio das &lt;a href="http://mulheresdehollanda.multiply.com/"&gt;Mulheres de Hollanda&lt;/a&gt; e na festa de aniversário da minha tia-avó. Sábado fui com a Vanessa ao Tim Festival, foi legal, mas valeu mesmo pela companhia maravilhosa! Hoje fui ao cinema com a minha família e encontrei com uma pessoa lá (no restaurante do Arteplex)... Sabe, parece que quanto mais eu rezo, mais assombração me aparece!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-113012571360993813?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/113012571360993813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=113012571360993813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113012571360993813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/113012571360993813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/10/tempos.html' title='Tempos...'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-112951139169164264</id><published>2005-10-17T04:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T23:09:51.700-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gente, o texto abaixo é de autoria do meu tio, que a maioria de vcs conhece. Ele fala não apenas em nome dele, mas de uma boa parte dos policiais civis do Rio de Janeiro que ele representa. Os dados que estão dispostos espelham a pura verdade, são resultado de controles estatísticos e podem servir para que façamos uma reflexão sobre violência e armas e, principalmente, o que desejamos para os nossos filhos e famílias. Por favor, leiam até o final, vale a pena. Por favor, divulguem o texto para os seus contatos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e votem conscientemente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Caras (os)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em razão das inúmeras mensagens contra o desarmamento que têm sido veiculadas pela internet, na maioria de conteúdo duvidoso, quiçá falso, sem identificação de origem/ fonte das informações, bem como dos seus autores, muitas de natureza meramente emocional/passional, algumas, até mesmo, ofensivas e agressivas, entendemos necessários os seguintes esclarecimentos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além do exemplo de bem-sucedidas experiências estrangeiras de desarmamento, dados, estatísticas, pesquisas e estudos locais, nacionais e internacionais demonstram a pertinência e a necessidade dessa política pública no Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejamos, fundamentada e identificadamente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-     O Brasil é o campeão mundial de mortes por armas de fogo. Possui apenas 2,5% da população do planeta e responde por 11% dessas mortes. Números muito superiores a países que estão em guerra. Fonte – ONU;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-     No nosso país as mortes por armas de fogo vêm subindo, nas últimas duas décadas, numa média de 7,2% ao ano, tendo se aproximado, em 2003, das 40.000 mortes. Fonte – Ministérios da Saúde/Justiça e UNESCO;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-     Em regra, a tentativa de legítima defesa com arma de fogo não surte o efeito desejado, pelo contrário, acaba por transformar um crime contra o patrimônio em crime contra a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Para cada uso legítimo de arma de fogo em defesa, houve 185 mortes por essas armas em suicídios, acidentes e homicídios. Fonte – FBI, 2001.&lt;br /&gt;A chance de morrer numa reação armada a roubo é 180 vezes maior e de ficar ferido é de 57 vezes. Fonte – ISER, Rio de Janeiro, 1999;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-     Grande parte dos homicídios no Brasil tem natureza interpessoal.&lt;br /&gt;46,4% dos crimes por armas de fogo são cometidos por pessoas conhecidas das vítimas (brigas de família, de vizinhança, de bar, de trânsito etc.). Fonte - UFRJ e Programa Delegacia Legal, Rio de janeiro, 2003/2005.&lt;br /&gt;Só 15% dos homicídios de homens e 8% dos de mulheres foram cometidos por estranhos. Fonte - FBI, 1976/2002.&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro motivo para os homicídios é vingança entre conhecidos, excluindo o tráfico de drogas que aparece em segundo lugar. Fonte - Polícia Civil de São Paulo, 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-     Preponderantemente, são cometidos por meio de armas de fogo denominadas curtas e de fabricação nacional.&lt;br /&gt;De 75 a 80% das armas apreendidas pela Polícia do Rio de Janeiro são curtas e de fabricação nacional. Fonte - Polícia Civil/RJ e ISER, 2003;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-     O índice de acidentes envolvendo crianças e adolescentes com essas armas é estarrecedor.&lt;br /&gt;Por dia três crianças entre 0 e 14 anos chegam feridas por armas de fogo nos hospitais brasileiros, duas delas por causa de acidentes. Fonte – Ministério da Saúde, 2002;&lt;br /&gt;7-     Um número considerável dessas armas, por perda, furto, roubo ou revenda clandestina, termina nas mãos e é usado pela dita criminalidade violenta.&lt;br /&gt;A maioria das armas da dita criminalidade violenta teve origem legal, pois, aproximadamente, 60% pertenciam aos chamados cidadãos de bem, 20% foram desviadas das Polícias e Forças Armadas e 20% do contrabando. Fonte – Secretaria de Segurança Pública do Estado do Rio de Janeiro e Viva Rio, 1999/2005.&lt;br /&gt;A Polícia Federal reportou o roubo de 40.000 armas dos cidadãos de bem, somente em 2003.&lt;br /&gt;Em São Paulo, entre 1993 e 2000, foram roubadas, furtadas ou extraviadas 100.146 armas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-     As mortes por armas de fogo que vinham subindo, até 2003, a uma média anual de 7,2%, em 2004, durante a 1ª fase do desarmamento (vigência do Estatuto mais repressivo e entrega voluntária de armas), pararam de subir e tiveram queda real de 8,2% neste ano.&lt;br /&gt;A projeção, que era passar de 39.325 mortes em 2003 para 41.682 em 2004, não se concretizou e o número de mortes baixou para 36.119 em 2004.&lt;br /&gt;Em suma, 5.563 mortes evitadas, menos 15,4% considerada a projeção.&lt;br /&gt;Fonte – Ministérios da saúde/Justiça e UNESCO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou seja, essas armas adquiridas legalmente, ao invés de nos defenderem, potencializam, até mesmo fatalmente, a agressão sofrida, podendo ainda fazer de um cidadão autor de um homicídio, além de terminarem armando traficantes e ladrões, entre outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ressaltem-se ainda os casos de “acidentes domésticos” envolvendo cotidianamente os nossos filhos, que têm se tornado públicos e são emblemáticos nessa questão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os resultados da política de desarmamento já estão aparecendo com a redução das mortes por armas de fogo, o que indica a necessidade da sua continuidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poderíamos nos estender com outros argumentos contra o porte e a posse de armas, exceto por profissionais (policiais e militares), mas, no entanto, preferimos reconhecer a legitimidade daqueles que defendem o armamento da população, seja por ideologia ou, até mesmo, pelo lobby da indústria armamentista. Assim deve ser num debate democrático: divergir respeitando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contudo, não podemos é concordar com argumentos tais como que é “sagrado” o direito de legítima defesa e que quem deve ser desarmado é o bandido e não o cidadão “de bem”, pois esses argumentos nos parecem dogmáticos e maniqueístas, desprovidos de lógica e fundamentação científica, desconsiderando, inclusive, que essas ações não são excludentes, pelo oposto, complementares, e que devem ser exercidas pela Polícia, pelo Estado, que deve ter o monopólio do poder-dever do uso da força,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se esse poder-dever não vem sendo realizado a contento, devemos exigir das autoridades públicas com tais responsabilidades uma melhor prestação desses serviços públicos. É para isso que pagamos – e muito – tributos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, o que não podemos aceitar é a posição daqueles que, depois de perderem a disputa legislativa no Congresso Nacional, onde os nossos representantes eleitos já aprovaram a proibição da comercialização de armas e munições, querem se opor ao próprio referendo, ou seja, querem impedir os eleitores brasileiros de se manifestarem diretamente a respeito de um tema de extrema importância para as suas vidas e das suas famílias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O argumento de que o custo do referendo é alto e melhor seria se esse dinheiro fosse aplicado no Fundo Nacional de Segurança Pública, assim como o de que a sua realização violaria a Constituição da República, exigem, desde já, a nossa contraposição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No que diz respeito ao custo, devemos dizer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro que ele é, em si, não uma mera despesa e, sim, um investimento, visto que, nos últimos anos, o desarmamento é uma das poucas políticas públicas concretas - talvez a única - voltadas para a segurança da população brasileira, além disso, segundo declarações do Presidente do TSE a grande mídia, esse custo seria de cerca de duzentos e sessenta milhões, o que daria, somente, três reais por eleitor, evidentemente muito pouco para decidirmos sobre as nossas vidas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo que deve ser considerável a redução da despesa na saúde pública (aproximadamente cento e quarenta milhões por ano) em virtude da queda do número de baleados a serem atendidos na rede médico-hospitalar, sendo que em são Paulo o número de atendimentos já caiu 7% e no Rio de Janeiro 10,5%, conforme informado pelo Ministério da Saúde;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por último, que esse custo é desprezível diante da sua relevância no processo de maturação da cidadania do nosso povo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tocante a violar o texto constitucional, mais que uma ofensa ao Congresso Nacional, que o aprovou, é uma ofensa à soberana manifestação popular, da qual, inclusive, a própria Constituição deve ser escrava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; O referendo é importantíssimo para o amadurecimento da democracia no nosso país e se torna imprescindível diante dos sinais visíveis e críticos de insuficiência do nosso modelo de democracia representativa (“mensalão”, “cuecão”, “dizimão” ...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser contra o desarmamento é conservadorismo e deve ser respeitado. Ser contra o referendo é autoritarismo - é ser contra a democratização do Estado brasileiro – e isso não podemos aceitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinícius George&lt;br /&gt;Presidente do Sindicato dos Delegados de Polícia do Estado do Rio de Janeiro&lt;br /&gt;SINDELPOL/RJ"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-112951139169164264?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/112951139169164264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=112951139169164264&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/112951139169164264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/112951139169164264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/10/gente-o-texto-abaixo-de-autoria-do-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-112947890040866768</id><published>2005-10-16T19:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T14:09:40.140-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cineminha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/groundhog%20day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/groundhog%20day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada como assistir um ótimo filme na companhia de ótimos amigos até as 4 da matina, né?!?!? Ah, sem esquecer da companhia de Pipoca, Lucas e NetCat, que ficaram na sala conosco... Depois ainda brincar com Tati, Tutu, Mosca e Keaton!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-112947890040866768?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/112947890040866768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=112947890040866768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/112947890040866768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/112947890040866768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/10/cineminha.html' title='Cineminha...'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-112805890201462587</id><published>2005-09-30T06:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T02:44:03.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Samba da Boa Vontade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/Faculdade%2027.09.04%200491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/Faculdade%2027.09.04%200491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samba da Boa Vontade (Noel Rosa e Braguinha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver alegre hoje é preciso&lt;br /&gt;Conserva sempre o teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que a vida esteja feia e tu vivas na pinimba, passando a pirão de areia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gastei o teu dinheiro, mas não tive compaixão porque tenho a certeza que ele volta à tua mão&lt;br /&gt;E, se ele acaso não voltar, te pago com um sorriso e o recibo hás de passar... nesta questão solução sei dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver alegre hoje é preciso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste Brasil tão grande não se deve ser mesquinho, pois quem ganha na avareza perde sempre no carinho&lt;br /&gt;Não admito ninharia, pois qualquer economia acaba sempre em porcaria... e a barriga está vazia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver alegre hoje é preciso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparo meu Brasil a uma criança perdulária que vive sem vintém mas tem a mãe que é milionária e, que jurou batendo pé, que iremos à Europa num aterro de café... nisso sempre levei fé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver alegre hoje é preciso...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-112805890201462587?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/112805890201462587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=112805890201462587&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/112805890201462587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/112805890201462587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/09/samba-da-boa-vontade.html' title='Samba da Boa Vontade'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-112788181192844025</id><published>2005-09-28T05:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T01:30:11.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Listinha "Gosto porque gosto."</title><content type='html'>Gente, uma listinha de coisas que eu "gosto porque gosto", um tópico que a nossa querida &lt;a href="http://cronai.com"&gt;Cora&lt;/a&gt; colocou no seu blog. Ah, incluí mais algumas coisinhas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chico Buarque (que dúvida?!?)&lt;br /&gt;Música em geral (passo o dia inteiro escutando)&lt;br /&gt;Cheirinho de terra molhada&lt;br /&gt;Animais (quase todos)&lt;br /&gt;Morango com chantilly&lt;br /&gt;Comer (adoro uma orgia gastronômica. Sim, estou acima do peso...)Navegar pela net sem compromisso e descobrir coisas novas&lt;br /&gt;Tecnologia&lt;br /&gt;Meus amigos (acima de tudo)&lt;br /&gt;Ler e escrever&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer gente nova&lt;br /&gt;Conversar com estranhos&lt;br /&gt;Fotografia&lt;br /&gt;Cantar&lt;br /&gt;Atuar&lt;br /&gt;Viajar&lt;br /&gt;Crianças (desde que sejam educadas e simpáticas, pq ninguém merece criança fazendo birra)&lt;br /&gt;Comida de avião&lt;br /&gt;Ler o jornal pela manhã&lt;br /&gt;Dormir com os meus bichinhos&lt;br /&gt;Futebol informal (jogar e assistir)&lt;br /&gt;Volley (jogar e assistir)&lt;br /&gt;Rio de Janeiro (em especial o Parque do penhasco Dois Irmãos)&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo (só pra fazer compras)&lt;br /&gt;Quiabo com carne moída&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que eu conheci pela internet&lt;br /&gt;Desenhos da Disney&lt;br /&gt;Filmes clássicos&lt;br /&gt;Cinema&lt;br /&gt;Teatro (assistir e fazer)&lt;br /&gt;Shows (assistir e fazer... hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;Charges&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas inteligentes e cultas&lt;br /&gt;Homens mais velhos (beeeeemmmm mais velhos)&lt;br /&gt;Amigos mais velhos (beeemmm mais velhos)&lt;br /&gt;Praia (só pra admirar)&lt;br /&gt;Um carinha aí... (esse eu gosto pq gosto mesmo, pq ele é grosso, indelicado, rude, antipático, implicante... enfim, gosto pq gosto)&lt;br /&gt;Seriados de TV&lt;br /&gt;Natureza&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas erradas (vai entender, né?!?)&lt;br /&gt;O blog Cronai e sua dona&lt;br /&gt;Toca do Vinícius&lt;br /&gt;Meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;Fotolog (apesar de tudo)&lt;br /&gt;Orkut (tb apesar de tudo)&lt;br /&gt;Gibi&lt;br /&gt;Caminhar na praia em dia de chuva (sou doida mesmo)&lt;br /&gt;Doc Dog&lt;br /&gt;Roupas e acessórios da Puma&lt;br /&gt;Prada, Gucci, Armanni, Dior, D&amp;C, Bulgari, Valentino, Thierry Migler, Manolo Blahnik... (não que eu tenha dinheiro para isso... hehehehe. Ah, sim, eu tenho um lado fútil!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Água de coco de caixinha&lt;br /&gt;Coquetel de frutas&lt;br /&gt;Cemitérios&lt;br /&gt;Massagem&lt;br /&gt;Modern Sound&lt;br /&gt;Lp's&lt;br /&gt;Museus&lt;br /&gt;Um banquinho e um violão&lt;br /&gt;Maria Bethânia&lt;br /&gt;TV Cultura&lt;br /&gt;Canal Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Todos os filmes do Hugo Carvana&lt;br /&gt;Leblon e Alto Leblon&lt;br /&gt;Luz negra&lt;br /&gt;Carros e motos&lt;br /&gt;Vinho&lt;br /&gt;Andar descalça&lt;br /&gt;Comer gelo&lt;br /&gt;Chupar limão (ribondi, achei que eu fosse a única pessoa no mundo que gostasse disso!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Swatch&lt;br /&gt;Ficar sozinha (claro que denpende do momento)&lt;br /&gt;Chorar, sorrir, brincar... Sentir!&lt;br /&gt;Fanta laranja Diet&lt;br /&gt;Falar no telefone&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Jogar vídeo game&lt;br /&gt;Neve&lt;br /&gt;Cultura oriental&lt;br /&gt;Gamão&lt;br /&gt;Competir&lt;br /&gt;Festival de cinema do Rio&lt;br /&gt;Brincar com os meus primos (mais novos que eu)&lt;br /&gt;Lapa&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que não gostam de mim (elas me fazem manter o pé no chão. "Ame seus inimigos, pois isto os deixará raivosos." ;) )&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos, abraços, carinhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, chega!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-112788181192844025?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/112788181192844025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=112788181192844025&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/112788181192844025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/112788181192844025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/09/listinha-gosto-porque-gosto.html' title='Listinha &quot;Gosto porque gosto.&quot;'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-112710808757355156</id><published>2005-09-19T07:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T02:34:47.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Omara Portuondo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/eu%20e%20Omara%20Portuondo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/eu%20e%20Omara%20Portuondo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei ainda há pouco do show da Omara Portuondo... Gente, o que foi o show?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Tô babando até agora!!! Além do show ser maravilhoso, ela é uma pessoa maravilhosa!!! Tô boba demais pra descrever tudo o que eu senti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Desculpem a qualidade da foto, é que foi feita com o celular...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-112710808757355156?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/112710808757355156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=112710808757355156&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/112710808757355156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/112710808757355156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/09/omara-portuondo.html' title='Omara Portuondo!!!'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-112702321798332841</id><published>2005-09-18T07:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T03:01:18.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa Rosa!!!</title><content type='html'>Gente, acabeid e chegar da Casa Rosa, em Laranjeiras... O que é aquele lugar?!?!?!?!?!?!? É o lugar mais perfeito qu eu já fui!!! Toca samba, chorinho, MPB... Nada disso com remix, tudo em versões originais!!! A galera dança amarradona e não para!!! Sambei muito!!! Não queria ter voltado tão cedo pra casa... Bom, é isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-112702321798332841?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/112702321798332841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=112702321798332841&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/112702321798332841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/112702321798332841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/09/casa-rosa.html' title='Casa Rosa!!!'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-112693184516041926</id><published>2005-09-17T05:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T01:37:25.166-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Coisa Mais Linda!"</title><content type='html'>Hoje fui ao cinema com o Lucas ver "Coisa mais linda.", um filme que conta a história da Bossa Nova.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, claro, não poderia deixar de me sentir uma privilegiada, pois estudei no berço da Bossa, o Colégio Mallet Soares, em Copacabana. Acho que isso já mostra a veia musical que eu tenho, né?!?!? hehehehe. Brincadeirinha... hehehehe. Acho a Bossa uma coisa única, um ritmo diferente e uma melodia inigualável. Tom, o Maestro Supremo, é mostrado na sua mais perfeita forma, é contado e cantado por parceiros e amigos. Vinícius é o poetinha camarada que todos conhecemos. João... Ah, João... Esse é inigualável, sua batida perfeita, sua voz minimalista, seu jeitinho tímido... Um jeito que conquistou o mundo, um homem muito perfecionista, pelo que os amigos falam, e meio maluco também. Acho que eles ajudam a desconstruir um pouquinho essa aura de mistério que envolve João Gilberto, transformando-o não em um ser humano comum, mas em uma pessoa normal, como nós. Quanto aos anfitriões, bom, acho que não preciso falar muito deles, não é?!? Carlinhos Lyra e Roberto Menescal dispensam apresentações. Conduzem todo o filme de uma forma gostosa, aconchegante e simpática, bem ao estilo da Bossa Nova. Ah, já ia me esquecendo... Nara Leão!!! Que mulher incrível, sua vozinha suave era de um encanto incomparável. O filme me deixou com saudades de um tempo que eu não vivi, de uma época boa, na qual se podia andar no calçadão de madrugada, sem medos, onde tudo parecia mais lindo e as pessoas viam um futuro promissor para o Brasil. Paulo Thiago, Parabéns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-112693184516041926?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/112693184516041926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=112693184516041926&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/112693184516041926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/112693184516041926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/09/coisa-mais-linda.html' title='&quot;Coisa Mais Linda!&quot;'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-112688505543301570</id><published>2005-09-16T04:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T12:40:14.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases Inspiradoras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/1600/_MG_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7166/1246/400/_MG_0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa foto acompanha as 3 frases mais primorosas do meu dia... A 1ª é a que melhor traduz a careta da foto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Existem mais mistérios entre o gramado e o céu do que supõe a nossa vã filosofia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quem discute já perdeu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a campeã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ele cozinha com o cartão de crédito."&lt;br /&gt; hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-112688505543301570?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/112688505543301570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=112688505543301570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/112688505543301570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/112688505543301570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/09/frases-inspiradoras.html' title='Frases Inspiradoras'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947978.post-112667158477918165</id><published>2005-09-14T05:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T01:22:22.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo no Blog do Lucas...</title><content type='html'>Gente, esse é um comment que eu deixei lá no blog do &lt;a href="http://espacogeral.blogspot.com"&gt;Lucas&lt;/a&gt; e que eu achei legal pra colocar aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre fui super politizada, sempre defendi tudo em que acreditava, mas ultimamente tenho ficado de fora dessas discussões políticas. Sempre que alguém começa com esse assunto em alguma roda de conversas eu pesso pra mudar... Parece que discutir política virou a mesma coisa que dicutir o tempo. Quando alguém não tem nada pra falar vem logo o assunto: "E a cpi, hein?!? E o Jefferson?!? E o Dirceu?!?" aí a gente só responde: "Ô, vc viu a última do fulano?!?"&lt;br /&gt;Muitas pessoas, quando eu pesso pra mudar de assunto, me chamam de covarde, de petista envergonhada e outras coisas. Talvez eu seja mesmo covarde, mas me irrita muito discutir essa lama toda com pessoas que nunca acompanharam e nem se quer se preocupavam com a política desse país. Estou decepcionada? Claro, tirei meu título de eleitor para poder votar no Lula, sim no Lula, pois nunca votei em partido, nunca fui uma petista ferverosa. Confiei no Lula, e correndo o risco de ser chamada de idiota e acéfala digo, ainda acredito. Darei uma segunda chance a ele, votarei nele novamente, se essa for a vontade dele, pois acho que o mais inteligente a se fazer nesse momento, seria votar a lei que proíbe a reeleição, mas se ele não o fizer, darei uma segunda chance. Acreditava no Genoíno? Sim. Tinha simpatia pelo Dirceu? Sim. Mas como todo ser humano, eu errei... Ou melhor, não errei não, acreditei e me decepcionei. Pra mim política é como casamento, uma caixinha de surpresas. Você casa com uma pessoa completamente apaixonado, com a convivência você vai percebendo que aquela pessoa têm falhas, na sua maioria superáveis, mas pode acontecer de você descobrir que aquela pessoa é completamente diferente do que você imaginava, ela pode ser mal caráter, agressiva e outras coisas... Foi assim com o PT, acreditamos e nos decepcionamos, mas acho que o Lula merece uma segunda chance... Essa é a minha humilde opinião.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947978-112667158477918165?l=yasmonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/112667158477918165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947978&amp;postID=112667158477918165&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/112667158477918165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947978/posts/default/112667158477918165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasmonteiro.blogspot.com/2005/09/desabafo-no-blog-do-lucas.html' title='Desabafo no Blog do Lucas...'/><author><name>Yas Snape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17744650340834755502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
