<?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-2267820894343476247</id><updated>2011-12-13T21:03:47.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o amor é filme</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-4772815429873980614</id><published>2011-02-03T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T19:18:21.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pumpkin and honey bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/TUtv1YE_oEI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/uC3FIuwTKxY/s1600/pulp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/TUtv1YE_oEI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/uC3FIuwTKxY/s400/pulp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569668326960898114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;- não odeia isso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- o quê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- os silêncios que incomodam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- por que temos que falar de idiotices para nos sentirmos bem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- não sei. é uma boa pergunta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- é assim que sabe que encontrou alguém especial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- quando pode calar a boca um minuto e sentir-se à vontade em silêncio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- ainda não chegamos lá, mas não se zangue, nos conhecemos agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pulp fiction]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-4772815429873980614?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/4772815429873980614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=4772815429873980614' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/4772815429873980614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/4772815429873980614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2011/02/pumpkin-and-honey-bunny.html' title='pumpkin and honey bunny'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/TUtv1YE_oEI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/uC3FIuwTKxY/s72-c/pulp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-6701040590678577263</id><published>2011-02-03T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T19:10:48.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fidelity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/TUtt0Bxo7wI/AAAAAAAAAfI/H1Rm-zsSPrs/s1600/love_and_other_drugs05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/TUtt0Bxo7wI/AAAAAAAAAfI/H1Rm-zsSPrs/s400/love_and_other_drugs05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569666104771014402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;- o que mais?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- só o quanto estou feliz. neste exato momento. pela forma como as luzes se refletem no seu rosto...tem esta brisa entrando pela janela e não importa se eu tiver mais dez mil momentos como este ou só este, pois...serão todos iguais. é, só isso. agora, neste momento. eu tenho isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[love and other drugs]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-6701040590678577263?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/6701040590678577263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=6701040590678577263' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/6701040590678577263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/6701040590678577263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2011/02/fidelity.html' title='fidelity'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/TUtt0Bxo7wI/AAAAAAAAAfI/H1Rm-zsSPrs/s72-c/love_and_other_drugs05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-7618331971518145113</id><published>2010-09-22T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T20:25:01.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoy paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/TJrIYqVDgRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/M_rf4oih7Cs/s1600/chuck-and-blair-in-paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519944619300978962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/TJrIYqVDgRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/M_rf4oih7Cs/s400/chuck-and-blair-in-paris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- But no matter what the new season brings, we'll always have Paris. Bisou Bisou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[gossip girl. gente, foi lindo. merece. e quando o assunto é gossip, eu volto a ter 15 anos.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-7618331971518145113?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/7618331971518145113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=7618331971518145113' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/7618331971518145113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/7618331971518145113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2010/09/enjoy-paris.html' title='enjoy paris'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/TJrIYqVDgRI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/M_rf4oih7Cs/s72-c/chuck-and-blair-in-paris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-6456785540050408583</id><published>2010-08-22T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T13:01:53.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first kiss time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/THGB9JQ4irI/AAAAAAAAAdg/AuQonLwDS9A/s1600/click.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508326706709564082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/THGB9JQ4irI/AAAAAAAAAdg/AuQonLwDS9A/s400/click.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- você ainda me amará amanhã?&lt;br /&gt;- para todo o sempre, amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[click]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-6456785540050408583?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/6456785540050408583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=6456785540050408583' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/6456785540050408583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/6456785540050408583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-kiss-time.html' title='first kiss time?'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/THGB9JQ4irI/AAAAAAAAAdg/AuQonLwDS9A/s72-c/click.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-5497331029924913381</id><published>2010-07-15T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:43:49.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>como surgiram os dez mandamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494374780143130610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/TD_wwIlL1_I/AAAAAAAAAdI/44s9P15Utm4/s400/lying-552x368.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- não, não há algum corte de cabelo que possa te levar ao lugar ruim. já falamos disso. as principais são coisas do tipo machucar fisicamente pessoas de propósito, certo? pegar coisas deles, fazer coisas que as pessoas não querem, matar pessoas de propósito. certo. "número nove: o Homem no Céu que controla tudo decide se você vai ao lugar bom ou ao lugar ruim. também decide quem vive e quem morre."&lt;br /&gt;- ele causa desastres naturais?&lt;br /&gt;- sim.&lt;br /&gt;- ele fez minha mãe ter câncer?&lt;br /&gt;- sim.&lt;br /&gt;- ele fez aquela árvore cair no meu carro semana passada?&lt;br /&gt;- sim.&lt;br /&gt;- ele matou meu pai com o ataque cardíaco?&lt;br /&gt;- sim.&lt;br /&gt;- eu digo foda-se o Homem que mora no céu! esse cara é mau! ele é um covarde, escondendo que faz coisas ruins para nós. por que não faz na nossa frente? temos que parar esse canalha antes que Ele mate todos nós.&lt;br /&gt;- esperem, esperem. escutem. o Homem que vive no céu e controla tudo também é responsável por todas as coisas boas que acontecem.&lt;br /&gt;- ele é o cara que salvou minha vida na pesca quando o bote virou?&lt;br /&gt;- sim.&lt;br /&gt;- ele virou o bote?&lt;br /&gt;- sim.&lt;br /&gt;- ele matou minha avó e me deixou os milhões de dólares?&lt;br /&gt;- pode apostar!&lt;br /&gt;- então foi Ele quem curou o câncer da minha mãe?&lt;br /&gt;- sim.&lt;br /&gt;- então, Ele é um cara bom, mas também é sacana.&lt;br /&gt;- é. certo, mas preste atenção nisso, está bem? "número dez: se o Homem no Céu fizer coisas ruins para você, Ele compensa te dando eternidade de coisas boas depois da morte." desde que não faça nenhuma das coisas ruins mencionadas, certo?&lt;br /&gt;- sim, claro.&lt;br /&gt;- então é tipo um teste.&lt;br /&gt;- é.&lt;br /&gt;- bem, isso é tudo que sei.&lt;br /&gt;- como sabe todas essas coisas?&lt;br /&gt;- porque o Homem no Céu me disse.&lt;br /&gt;- então por que só estamos descobrindo isso agora, milhões de anos de nossa existência?&lt;br /&gt;- não sei. ele esqueceu. tendo em conta tudo que Ele fez. obrigado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the invention of lying]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-5497331029924913381?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/5497331029924913381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=5497331029924913381' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/5497331029924913381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/5497331029924913381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2010/07/como-surgiram-os-dez-mandamentos.html' title='como surgiram os dez mandamentos'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/TD_wwIlL1_I/AAAAAAAAAdI/44s9P15Utm4/s72-c/lying-552x368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-6644937181196403889</id><published>2010-07-15T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:39:44.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 horas, 30 minutos, 2 segundos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/TD_hf1gYWyI/AAAAAAAAAdA/hS9VRcnu2ws/s1600/timer-movie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494358007470381858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/TD_hf1gYWyI/AAAAAAAAAdA/hS9VRcnu2ws/s400/timer-movie1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - não, sério. acha estranho que nós nunca nos apaixonamos?&lt;br /&gt;- não. só acontece uma vez, então nós vamos.&lt;br /&gt;- sim, mas acha que eles achavam assim, que só acontece uma vez, antes do temporizador?&lt;br /&gt;- alguns dizem que a expressão "primeiro amor", indica que há segundos e terceiros. está perguntando à garota errada, de verdade. sabe como eu sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[timer]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-6644937181196403889?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/6644937181196403889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=6644937181196403889' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/6644937181196403889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/6644937181196403889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2010/07/5-horas-30-minutos-2-segundos.html' title='5 horas, 30 minutos, 2 segundos'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/TD_hf1gYWyI/AAAAAAAAAdA/hS9VRcnu2ws/s72-c/timer-movie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-4943844674182001426</id><published>2010-07-07T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T19:36:09.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>serais ce possible alors?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/TDU43IiibnI/AAAAAAAAAc4/fKO69e1BTDI/s1600/an-education-4v7i5351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491357840484494962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/TDU43IiibnI/AAAAAAAAAc4/fKO69e1BTDI/s400/an-education-4v7i5351.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- eu disse que adoraria, que estava louca para ver Paris. como se nunca tivesse ido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[an education]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: prometo que vou postar todo os filmes que for assistir (ou lembrar). menos toy story 3.  terror malígno.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-4943844674182001426?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/4943844674182001426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=4943844674182001426' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/4943844674182001426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/4943844674182001426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2010/07/serais-ce-possible-alors.html' title='serais ce possible alors?'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/TDU43IiibnI/AAAAAAAAAc4/fKO69e1BTDI/s72-c/an-education-4v7i5351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-434575415810884410</id><published>2010-02-06T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T22:59:23.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o essencial é invisível aos olhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/S25kYsK_K0I/AAAAAAAAAcs/sycA0aiVRu4/s1600-h/adam_steps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435392175619648322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/S25kYsK_K0I/AAAAAAAAAcs/sycA0aiVRu4/s400/adam_steps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- guaxinim no central park? isso é tão legal. o que eles estão fazendo aqui?&lt;br /&gt;- foragindo.&lt;br /&gt;- como sabia onde eles estariam?&lt;br /&gt;- eles vivem aqui. eu costumava vir muito aqui para vê-los. é calmo. eles não pertencem aqui, sabe...mas aqui estão eles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[adam]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-434575415810884410?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/434575415810884410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=434575415810884410' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/434575415810884410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/434575415810884410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-essencial-e-invisivel-aos-olhos.html' title='o essencial é invisível aos olhos...'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/S25kYsK_K0I/AAAAAAAAAcs/sycA0aiVRu4/s72-c/adam_steps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-742482259390869258</id><published>2009-10-05T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:25:29.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mas você deve saber, que não é uma história de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SsrUsJNYuFI/AAAAAAAAAck/tUDbvNpe8ZM/s1600-h/500+days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389353758953617490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SsrUsJNYuFI/AAAAAAAAAck/tUDbvNpe8ZM/s400/500+days.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- acho que é oficial. estou apaixonado pela summer. amo o seu sorriso, seu cabelo, seus joelhos, a marquinha de nascença de coração que ela tem no pescoço, amo como ela lambe os lábios às vezes antes de falar, o som da risada dela, o jeito que fica quando está dormindo. amo que ouço uma música sempre que penso nela. amo como ela me faz sentir. como se tudo fosse possível, tipo...como se a vida valesse a pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- isso não é bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[500 days of summer]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-742482259390869258?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/742482259390869258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=742482259390869258' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/742482259390869258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/742482259390869258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2009/10/mas-voce-deve-saber-que-nao-e-uma.html' title='mas você deve saber, que não é uma história de amor'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SsrUsJNYuFI/AAAAAAAAAck/tUDbvNpe8ZM/s72-c/500+days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-8795616560298262821</id><published>2009-06-14T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:44:55.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel happy inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SjXtCxKU_8I/AAAAAAAAAb0/rFxtfCBHHqY/s1600-h/nicknorah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347440764384509890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SjXtCxKU_8I/AAAAAAAAAb0/rFxtfCBHHqY/s400/nicknorah2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- você só não sacou ainda, não é?&lt;br /&gt;- o quê?&lt;br /&gt;- "a coisa". você sabe, "a coisa", o lance como um todo.&lt;br /&gt;- acho que não.&lt;br /&gt;- os beatles.&lt;br /&gt;- o que tem eles?&lt;br /&gt;- isso. olha, outras bandas, querem tornar tudo em sexo e dor. mas sabe, os beatles, eles tinham sacado tudo. "eu quero segurar sua mão". é a primeira música. é brilhante, certo? porque isso é o que todos querem, nicky. não querem uma sessão de orgias de 24 horas. não querem ficar casadas com você por uma centena de anos. só querem segurar a sua mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[nick and norahs - infinite playlist]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-8795616560298262821?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/8795616560298262821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=8795616560298262821' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/8795616560298262821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/8795616560298262821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-happy-inside.html' title='i feel happy inside'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SjXtCxKU_8I/AAAAAAAAAb0/rFxtfCBHHqY/s72-c/nicknorah2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-1418156042906848780</id><published>2009-04-10T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:59:46.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>estes somos nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SeAhh_T6soI/AAAAAAAAAao/NmQ_TH8ZAW0/s1600-h/2+days+in+paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323291627366298242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SeAhh_T6soI/AAAAAAAAAao/NmQ_TH8ZAW0/s400/2+days+in+paris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; para mim é sempre o mesmo, separo-me e sinto-me mal, bebo e ando seguindo. conheço um tipo, e depois outro, transo a torto e a direito, para esquecer o que achava ser o ideal. e depois de alguns meses de solidão, começo a procurar o amor verdadeiro. procuro desesperadamente em todos os lugares. e depois de dois anos de solidão, conheço um novo amor e juro que é o definitivo. até ele ir embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;há um momento na vida, em que não se pode recuperar mais de outra separação. até mesmo que essa pessoa te chateie 60% do tempo ou que você não pode viver sem ele. até mesmo se ele te acorda todos os dias espirrando na sua cara. bem, você adora os seus espirros mais do que os beijos de qualquer um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[2 days in paris]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-1418156042906848780?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/1418156042906848780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=1418156042906848780' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/1418156042906848780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/1418156042906848780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2009/04/estes-somos-nos.html' title='estes somos nós'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SeAhh_T6soI/AAAAAAAAAao/NmQ_TH8ZAW0/s72-c/2+days+in+paris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-1726315888205229011</id><published>2009-01-26T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:46:16.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>para ana, oh ana, que saudade de você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SX5iut7syXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/B9cyetRF7SQ/s1600-h/benjamin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295778766577781106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SX5iut7syXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/B9cyetRF7SQ/s400/benjamin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;para as coisas importantes, nunca é tarde demais, ou no meu caso, muito cedo para sermos quem queremos. não há um limite de tempo, comece quando quiser. você pode mudar ou não. não há regras. podemos fazer o melhor ou o pior. espero que você faça o melhor, querida. espero que veja as coisas que a assustam. espero que sinta coisas que nunca sentiu antes. espero que conheça pessoas com diferentes opiniões. espero que viva uma vida da qual se orgulhe. se você achar que não tem, espero que tenha a força para começar novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the curious case of benjamin button]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-1726315888205229011?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/1726315888205229011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=1726315888205229011' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/1726315888205229011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/1726315888205229011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2009/01/para-ana-oh-ana-que-saudade-voce.html' title='para ana, oh ana, que saudade de você'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SX5iut7syXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/B9cyetRF7SQ/s72-c/benjamin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-4595671240621422104</id><published>2008-12-12T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:50:37.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need you so that i could die</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SULbhzIFokI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Eh4ZCZiCYw4/s1600-h/Riding+in+Cars+with+Boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279023086937940546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SULbhzIFokI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Eh4ZCZiCYw4/s400/Riding+in+Cars+with+Boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - às vezes amamos tanto uma pessoa que temos que ser insensível com ela. porque se nós realmente sentimos o quanto nós amamos ela, isso nos mataria. isso não te faz uma pessoa má. significa apenas o seu coração é enorme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[riding in cars with boys]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-4595671240621422104?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/4595671240621422104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=4595671240621422104' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/4595671240621422104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/4595671240621422104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-need-you-so-that-i-could-die.html' title='i need you so that i could die'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SULbhzIFokI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Eh4ZCZiCYw4/s72-c/Riding+in+Cars+with+Boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-6108990193397959140</id><published>2008-10-31T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:26:46.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have the rest of my life to find out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQtZp46NHWI/AAAAAAAAAUE/IzKM1yTLogI/s1600-h/big+fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263399165698579810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQtZp46NHWI/AAAAAAAAAUE/IzKM1yTLogI/s400/big+fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- dizem que quando conhecemos o amor de nossas vidas...o tempo pára, e é verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[big fish]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-6108990193397959140?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/6108990193397959140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=6108990193397959140' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/6108990193397959140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/6108990193397959140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-rest-of-my-life-to-find-out.html' title='i have the rest of my life to find out'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQtZp46NHWI/AAAAAAAAAUE/IzKM1yTLogI/s72-c/big+fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-2340564156294189285</id><published>2008-10-29T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:16:51.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wouldn't it be nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQkmmSG6v4I/AAAAAAAAAT8/kP6FrhIE7U8/s1600-h/50+first+date.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262780078696873858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQkmmSG6v4I/AAAAAAAAAT8/kP6FrhIE7U8/s400/50+first+date.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- eu vejo que você está sentada aqui sozinha, e fiquei me perguntando se eu poderia acompanhá-la para o café da manhã.&lt;br /&gt;- ah, isso seria ótimo, mas eu tenho namorado. desculpe.&lt;br /&gt;- você está inventando um namorado só para se livrar de mim?&lt;br /&gt;- não. eu não estou.&lt;br /&gt;- ah sim, qual é o nome dele, então?&lt;br /&gt;- ringo.&lt;br /&gt;- ah, é? qual é o seu último nome? starr?&lt;br /&gt;- não. mccartney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[como se fosse a primeira vez]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-2340564156294189285?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/2340564156294189285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=2340564156294189285' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/2340564156294189285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/2340564156294189285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/10/wouldnt-it-be-nice.html' title='wouldn&apos;t it be nice'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQkmmSG6v4I/AAAAAAAAAT8/kP6FrhIE7U8/s72-c/50+first+date.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-1491765189835856406</id><published>2008-10-14T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:50:57.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the greatest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SPS_luUTDRI/AAAAAAAAASU/CCGoHF2q7ug/s1600-h/blueberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257037319857442066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SPS_luUTDRI/AAAAAAAAASU/CCGoHF2q7ug/s400/blueberry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - tudo tem uma razão.&lt;br /&gt;- assim como as tortas e bolos. ao final de toda noite, o cheesecake e a torta de maçã já não existem mais, sempre. a torta de pêssego e a torta de mouse de chocolate, estão quase no final. mas sempre sobre uma torta de blueberry inteira. intocada.&lt;br /&gt;- o que tem de errado com essa torta?&lt;br /&gt;- não há nada de errado com a torta. as pessoas fazem suas escolhas. você não pode culpar a torta de blueberry...é só que...ninguém a quer.&lt;br /&gt;- espere! eu quero um pedaço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[my blueberry nights]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-1491765189835856406?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/1491765189835856406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=1491765189835856406' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/1491765189835856406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/1491765189835856406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/10/greatest.html' title='the greatest'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SPS_luUTDRI/AAAAAAAAASU/CCGoHF2q7ug/s72-c/blueberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-948375326699247921</id><published>2008-08-25T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T08:26:02.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're the one that i want</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SLLN9WsQWUI/AAAAAAAAARo/oTMMV6isuLI/s1600-h/grease_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238475770532223298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SLLN9WsQWUI/AAAAAAAAARo/oTMMV6isuLI/s400/grease_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - meus pais querem convidá-lo ao chá no domingo.&lt;br /&gt;- eu não gosto de chá.&lt;br /&gt;- você não tem que beber chá.&lt;br /&gt;- eu não gosto de pais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[grease]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-948375326699247921?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/948375326699247921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=948375326699247921' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/948375326699247921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/948375326699247921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/08/youre-one-that-i-want.html' title='you&apos;re the one that i want'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SLLN9WsQWUI/AAAAAAAAARo/oTMMV6isuLI/s72-c/grease_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-2561857826409587946</id><published>2008-08-20T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:06:31.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SKywNQijPCI/AAAAAAAAARg/oiSK449XxYE/s1600-h/me+and+you.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236754208549714978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 425px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="226" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SKywNQijPCI/AAAAAAAAARg/oiSK449XxYE/s400/me+and+you.bmp" width="419" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SKyvfXFi95I/AAAAAAAAARY/HGB5Tia1YPM/s1600-h/Me.and.You.and.Everyone.We.Know3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- eu não estou te seguindo. meu carro está estacionado para lá.&lt;br /&gt;- no estacionamento smart?&lt;br /&gt;- não, na rua front.&lt;br /&gt;- oh, eu parei no estacionamento smart.&lt;br /&gt;- então ao final do próximo quarteirão nós vamos nos separar. na rua tyrone.&lt;br /&gt;- sim, o letreiro da "ice land" é metade do caminho. é o ponto da...metade do caminho.&lt;br /&gt;- ice land é o ponto em um relacionamento, sabe... onde subitamente você percebe que não vai durar para sempre. sabe, você pode ver o fim. a rua tyrone.&lt;br /&gt;- sim, mas nós nem estamos lá ainda. nós ainda estamos na parte boa. nós nem estamos cansados um do outro ainda.&lt;br /&gt;- eu não estou cansada de você de jeito nenhum. e, wow, tem sido bom nesses seis meses, certo?&lt;br /&gt;- o quê? seis meses? então o letreiro da "ice land" representa oito meses? você acha que a gente só dura um ano e meio?&lt;br /&gt;- eu não sei. eu não quero ser presunçosa. eu não sei se você é casado ou o quê.&lt;br /&gt;- eu não sou. bem, eu sou separado. nos separamos mês passado. eu estava pensando.. que a tyrone.. fosse 20 anos pelo menos.&lt;br /&gt;- é?&lt;br /&gt;- é.&lt;br /&gt;- ok. bem, na verdade eu estava pensando.. que a tyrone é quando a gente morre de velho. e isso é toda a nossa vida junta, este quarteirão.&lt;br /&gt;- viu, isso é perfeito. façamos desse jeito.&lt;br /&gt;- ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[me and you and everyone we know]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-2561857826409587946?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/2561857826409587946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=2561857826409587946' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/2561857826409587946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/2561857826409587946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/08/forever.html' title='forever.'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SKywNQijPCI/AAAAAAAAARg/oiSK449XxYE/s72-c/me+and+you.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-4911038942556251570</id><published>2008-08-18T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:11:26.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cellar door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SKpb7L7io-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/lAlBfjFeDLo/s1600-h/donniedarko_wideweb__470x2990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236098589144556514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SKpb7L7io-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/lAlBfjFeDLo/s400/donniedarko_wideweb__470x2990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- por que usa essa fantasia idiota de coelho?&lt;br /&gt;- por que está usando essa fantasia idiota de homem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[donnie darko]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-4911038942556251570?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/4911038942556251570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=4911038942556251570' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/4911038942556251570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/4911038942556251570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/08/cellar-door.html' title='cellar door'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SKpb7L7io-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/lAlBfjFeDLo/s72-c/donniedarko_wideweb__470x2990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-2780204012104012298</id><published>2008-07-14T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:26:44.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ever thine, ever mine, ever ours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SHwJ4VPPN3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/z5iEU3DvPE0/s1600-h/sex+and+the+city+atcmovie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223060531221313394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SHwJ4VPPN3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/z5iEU3DvPE0/s400/sex+and+the+city+atcmovie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - você me faz tão feliz.&lt;br /&gt;- sim, sim...agora escreva isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sex and the city]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-2780204012104012298?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/2780204012104012298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=2780204012104012298' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/2780204012104012298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/2780204012104012298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/07/ever-thine-ever-mine-ever-ours.html' title='ever thine, ever mine, ever ours'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SHwJ4VPPN3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/z5iEU3DvPE0/s72-c/sex+and+the+city+atcmovie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-2576202362975790809</id><published>2008-06-28T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T16:54:18.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>e largar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SGbOwMs9UvI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3guoaPmPdKo/s1600-h/pegar-e-largar07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217084545794134770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SGbOwMs9UvI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3guoaPmPdKo/s400/pegar-e-largar07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - como você pode me deixar sozinha no meio dessas pessoas? você sabe que eu odeio multidões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[catch and release]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-2576202362975790809?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/2576202362975790809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=2576202362975790809' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/2576202362975790809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/2576202362975790809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/06/e-largar.html' title='e largar'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SGbOwMs9UvI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3guoaPmPdKo/s72-c/pegar-e-largar07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-7875044049396335563</id><published>2008-06-12T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:08:40.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuckity ow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SFHIWVyxBtI/AAAAAAAAAME/xHsM1lDe2ds/s1600-h/juno1_wideweb__470x321,2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211166529977124562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SFHIWVyxBtI/AAAAAAAAAME/xHsM1lDe2ds/s400/juno1_wideweb__470x321,2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- e, inexplicavelmente ela me manda cactos no dia dos namorados. eu penso: muito obrigada. esses espinhos doem mais que seu abandono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[juno]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-7875044049396335563?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/7875044049396335563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=7875044049396335563' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/7875044049396335563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/7875044049396335563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/06/fuckity-ow_12.html' title='fuckity ow!'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SFHIWVyxBtI/AAAAAAAAAME/xHsM1lDe2ds/s72-c/juno1_wideweb__470x321,2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-4894945373000851120</id><published>2008-05-28T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:13:13.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eu existo da melhor forma possível</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SD4suRcYQZI/AAAAAAAAALM/w6A34oz8nSI/s1600-h/control_movie_image_sam_riley__2_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205647392754909586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SD4suRcYQZI/AAAAAAAAALM/w6A34oz8nSI/s400/control_movie_image_sam_riley__2_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- então, isso é a permanência. amor, orgulho estilhaçado. o que antes era inocência, agora foi revirado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[control]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-4894945373000851120?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/4894945373000851120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=4894945373000851120' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/4894945373000851120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/4894945373000851120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/05/eu-existo-da-melhor-forma-possvel.html' title='eu existo da melhor forma possível'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SD4suRcYQZI/AAAAAAAAALM/w6A34oz8nSI/s72-c/control_movie_image_sam_riley__2_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-2913880069551615373</id><published>2008-05-25T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:25:03.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uma música triste e lenta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SDoQ_BcYQYI/AAAAAAAAALE/Oj6PhwhFGm4/s1600-h/transylvania03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204490994285298050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SDoQ_BcYQYI/AAAAAAAAALE/Oj6PhwhFGm4/s400/transylvania03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - eu vou beber.&lt;br /&gt;- vai? bem, fico feliz.&lt;br /&gt;- o que é isso?&lt;br /&gt;- vodka.&lt;br /&gt;- o que é isso?&lt;br /&gt;- o quê?&lt;br /&gt;- isso.&lt;br /&gt;- proteção.&lt;br /&gt;- proteção. o que faz uma garota como você vir aqui na transylvania?&lt;br /&gt;- homem. grande homem. músico.&lt;br /&gt;- músico? eles todos gostam das garotas bonitas, como você, aqui da cidade.&lt;br /&gt;- o que faz um homem como você ser nômade?&lt;br /&gt;- ouro. e você?&lt;br /&gt;- eu já lhe falei.&lt;br /&gt;- o que você está procurando?&lt;br /&gt;- estou procurando amor.&lt;br /&gt;- ao amor!&lt;br /&gt;- ao ouro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[transylvania]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-2913880069551615373?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/2913880069551615373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=2913880069551615373' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/2913880069551615373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/2913880069551615373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/05/uma-msica-triste-e-lenta.html' title='uma música triste e lenta'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SDoQ_BcYQYI/AAAAAAAAALE/Oj6PhwhFGm4/s72-c/transylvania03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-78317969628044586</id><published>2008-05-05T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:10:06.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>só pense que é uma caixa maior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SB_1wOFo7EI/AAAAAAAAAKw/3wiOUfqvwV0/s1600-h/martianchild_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197142703773117506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SB_1wOFo7EI/AAAAAAAAAKw/3wiOUfqvwV0/s400/martianchild_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - obrigada por ter vindo comigo hoje.&lt;br /&gt;- é bonito.&lt;br /&gt;- pensei que gostaria. é legal.&lt;br /&gt;- gosto do cinto que segura.&lt;br /&gt;- pode usar o cinto o dia todo, se quiser. ouça, Dennis... o Sr. Lefkowitz disse que podia morar na minha casa, se quiser. é temporário no início. mas se gostar, pode ficar.&lt;br /&gt;- eu como cereais Lucky Charms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[martian child]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-78317969628044586?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/78317969628044586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=78317969628044586' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/78317969628044586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/78317969628044586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/05/s-pense-que-uma-caixa-maior.html' title='só pense que é uma caixa maior'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SB_1wOFo7EI/AAAAAAAAAKw/3wiOUfqvwV0/s72-c/martianchild_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-478042509348586168</id><published>2008-05-04T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:32:59.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather be lucky than good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SB5jkuFo7DI/AAAAAAAAAKo/v6Eca9vCi4k/s1600-h/match+point.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196700502530255922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SB5jkuFo7DI/AAAAAAAAAKo/v6Eca9vCi4k/s400/match+point.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- alguém já disse que você joga um jogo agressivo?&lt;br /&gt;- alguém já disse que você tem lábios muito sensuais?&lt;br /&gt;- um jogo muito agressivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[match point]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-478042509348586168?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/478042509348586168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=478042509348586168' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/478042509348586168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/478042509348586168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/05/id-rather-be-lucky-than-good.html' title='I&apos;d rather be lucky than good'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SB5jkuFo7DI/AAAAAAAAAKo/v6Eca9vCi4k/s72-c/match+point.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-513295390610307221</id><published>2008-05-02T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:06:15.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm supertramp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SBvkN-Fo7CI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ddSddaFgHjY/s1600-h/21wild-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195997523758083106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SBvkN-Fo7CI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ddSddaFgHjY/s400/21wild-600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- vou parafrasear Thoreau então "no lugar do amor, dinheiro, fé, fama e formosura...dê-me a verdade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[into the wild]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-513295390610307221?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/513295390610307221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=513295390610307221' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/513295390610307221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/513295390610307221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-supertramp.html' title='I&apos;m supertramp'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SBvkN-Fo7CI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ddSddaFgHjY/s72-c/21wild-600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-2828145634831146717</id><published>2008-05-01T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:16:17.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because you're mine, I walk the line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SBoypeFo7BI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nmiHvx11osA/s1600-h/johnnyejune.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195520808158030866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SBoypeFo7BI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nmiHvx11osA/s400/johnnyejune.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Diga que você não me ama.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu não te amo.&lt;br /&gt;- Mentirosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[johnny &amp;amp; june]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-2828145634831146717?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/2828145634831146717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=2828145634831146717' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/2828145634831146717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/2828145634831146717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/05/because-youre-mine-i-walk-line.html' title='because you&apos;re mine, I walk the line'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SBoypeFo7BI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nmiHvx11osA/s72-c/johnnyejune.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-5608881234620636493</id><published>2008-04-28T18:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:55:00.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>algumas pessoas nunca mudam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SBZ_UuFo7AI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/drL6cAd6x7M/s1600-h/Edukators_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194479214164241410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SBZ_UuFo7AI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/drL6cAd6x7M/s400/Edukators_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- as drogas que o corpo produz não são más. são ótimas aliás.&lt;br /&gt;- fala da adrenalina?&lt;br /&gt;- por exemplo. há milhares delas. endofirnas...&lt;br /&gt;- hormônios da felicidade quando amamos.&lt;br /&gt;- isso é droga pesada. é preciso tomar cuidado.&lt;br /&gt;- não caia na marginalidade.&lt;br /&gt;- o medo é uma droga incrível.não se deixar controlar pelo medo e usá-lo como motor requer prática. ponha-se numa situação que deixe você morrendo de medo. primeiro, vem o pânico. mas depois o sistema de autopreservação do corpo é acionado. a gente faz coisas que nunca ousou. superamos as nossa limitações, somos capazes de tudo. é sério.&lt;br /&gt;- você sabe ou acha?&lt;br /&gt;- eu sei.já experimentei 1000 vezes.&lt;br /&gt;- e se ferrou 1000 vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the edukators]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-5608881234620636493?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/5608881234620636493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=5608881234620636493' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/5608881234620636493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/5608881234620636493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/04/algumas-pessoas-nunca-mudam.html' title='algumas pessoas nunca mudam'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SBZ_UuFo7AI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/drL6cAd6x7M/s72-c/Edukators_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-6401137627802422389</id><published>2008-04-24T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:19:03.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>they shine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SBFn5eFo6_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/rLyvdJq1pws/s1600-h/stardust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193046082361814002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SBFn5eFo6_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/rLyvdJq1pws/s400/stardust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- então, sim, eu sei que o amor é incondicional. mas também sei que ele pode ser imprevisível, inesperado, incontrolável, insuportável e estranhamente fácil de errar e... o que estou tentando dizer, Tristan é... acho que eu te amo. é este o amor, Tristan? eu nunca imaginei como seria para mim. meu coração... eu me sinto como se o meu peito mal pudesse conter ele. tal como se estivesse tentando escapar porque ele não pertence mais a mim. ele pertence a você. e se você o quiser, eu te dou, sem pedir nada em troca. sem bens. sem manifestações de devoção. nada, mas sabendo que você me amou também. só o seu coração, em troca do meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[stardust]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-6401137627802422389?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/6401137627802422389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=6401137627802422389' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/6401137627802422389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/6401137627802422389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/04/they-shine.html' title='they shine'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SBFn5eFo6_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/rLyvdJq1pws/s72-c/stardust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-8717432301046075639</id><published>2008-04-23T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:21:26.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pra declarar minha saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SBAgbeFo6-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/JSttT1Ql5Qk/s1600-h/ps+i+love+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192686026663455714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SBAgbeFo6-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/JSttT1Ql5Qk/s400/ps+i+love+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- todo dia quando acordo, a primeira coisa que quero ver é seu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[p.s. i love you]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-8717432301046075639?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/8717432301046075639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=8717432301046075639' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/8717432301046075639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/8717432301046075639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/04/pra-declarar-minha-saudade.html' title='pra declarar minha saudade'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SBAgbeFo6-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/JSttT1Ql5Qk/s72-c/ps+i+love+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-4800635091164322609</id><published>2008-04-22T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:25:17.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tapioca?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SA64lOFo69I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9AydLNxIZ44/s1600-h/Benny+%26+Joon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192290369981180882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SA64lOFo69I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9AydLNxIZ44/s400/Benny+%26+Joon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- não gosta de passas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- não muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- porque?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- elas costumavam ser gordas e suculentas. e agora estão mirradas. a vida foi-lhes roubada. são doces, mas na verdade não passam de uvas humilhadas. não posso dizer que sou uma grande admiradora do conselho das passas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- viu aquelas passas na tv? aquelas que cantam e dançam?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- elas me assustam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- sim. a mim também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- é doentio. fazem elas cantarem e dançarem só para as pessoas as comerem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- é uma vergonha o que fazem às uvas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- canibais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- sim. gosta de abacate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- é uma fruta, sabia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- ruthie? tem acabates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[benny &amp;amp; joon]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-4800635091164322609?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/4800635091164322609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=4800635091164322609' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/4800635091164322609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/4800635091164322609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/04/tapioca.html' title='tapioca?'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SA64lOFo69I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9AydLNxIZ44/s72-c/Benny+%26+Joon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-7687839222818839717</id><published>2008-04-21T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:15:14.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ópio pra sarar a dor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SA1DkuFo68I/AAAAAAAAAJw/10CUTlSarOQ/s1600-h/gegen+die+wand_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191880243554085826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SA1DkuFo68I/AAAAAAAAAJw/10CUTlSarOQ/s400/gegen+die+wand_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - porque você quer morrer?&lt;br /&gt;- gosta do meu nariz? toque-o. meu irmão o quebrou porque me viu segurando a mão de alguém. e agora toque os meus seios. já viu seios tão gostosos? eu quero viver, cahit. quero viver, quero dançar, quero transar, não com um cara só. você entende?&lt;br /&gt;- não sou surdo.&lt;br /&gt;- bobagem. se casa comigo agora, cahit?&lt;br /&gt;- esqueça!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[gegen die wand]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-7687839222818839717?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/7687839222818839717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=7687839222818839717' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/7687839222818839717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/7687839222818839717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/04/pio-pra-sarar-dor.html' title='ópio pra sarar a dor'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SA1DkuFo68I/AAAAAAAAAJw/10CUTlSarOQ/s72-c/gegen+die+wand_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-1119317850433353369</id><published>2008-04-20T10:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:23:24.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saborear cada momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SAuDmE0qJsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MIsDqu-wPwE/s1600-h/still2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191387685627504322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SAuDmE0qJsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MIsDqu-wPwE/s400/still2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- se não parar por um minuto, pode perdê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[cashback]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-1119317850433353369?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/1119317850433353369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=1119317850433353369' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/1119317850433353369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/1119317850433353369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/04/saborear-cada-momento.html' title='saborear cada momento'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SAuDmE0qJsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MIsDqu-wPwE/s72-c/still2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-3777668112823673780</id><published>2008-04-19T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:23:50.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pode rodar de novo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SAox-k0qJrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RmPB057Q3Yw/s1600-h/EdWood2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191016471604111026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SAox-k0qJrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RmPB057Q3Yw/s400/EdWood2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- vou lhe dizer o que nunca contei a nenhuma garota no primeiro encontro, mas é importante que saiba. eu gosto de usar roupas femininas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- o quê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- gosto de usar roupas femininas. calcinhas, sutiãs, suéteres, saltos. é um hábito. não acredito que contei isso, mas eu gosto muito de você e não quero que isso atrapalhe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- quer dizer que...não gosta de transar com garotas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- não, eu adoro transar com garotas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- está bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- está bem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- está bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ed wood]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-3777668112823673780?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/3777668112823673780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=3777668112823673780' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/3777668112823673780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/3777668112823673780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/04/pode-rodar-de-novo.html' title='pode rodar de novo?'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SAox-k0qJrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RmPB057Q3Yw/s72-c/EdWood2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-8118282683099695537</id><published>2008-04-18T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:13:09.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody's got to learn sometime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SAkzFamsJaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MThfh6ByFQg/s1600-h/eternal+sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190736213655168418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SAkzFamsJaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MThfh6ByFQg/s400/eternal+sunshine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - espere!&lt;br /&gt;- o quê?&lt;br /&gt;- não sei. só espere.&lt;br /&gt;- o que você quer, joel?&lt;br /&gt;- só espere. eu não sei. quero que espere...um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;- ok.&lt;br /&gt;- mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;- não sou um conceito, sou só uma garota ferrada procurando por paz de espírito. não sou perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;- não vejo nada que eu não goste em você.&lt;br /&gt;- mas verá.&lt;br /&gt;- agora eu não vejo.&lt;br /&gt;- você vai achar coisas. e eu vou ficar entediada e me sentir presa, pois é isso que acontece comigo.&lt;br /&gt;- ok.&lt;br /&gt;- ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[eternal sunshine of the spotless mind]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-8118282683099695537?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/8118282683099695537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=8118282683099695537' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/8118282683099695537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/8118282683099695537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/04/everybodys-got-to-learn-sometime.html' title='everybody&apos;s got to learn sometime'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SAkzFamsJaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MThfh6ByFQg/s72-c/eternal+sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-1652254972347600377</id><published>2008-04-17T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:11:49.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cheiro de menta e pipoca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SAflp6msJZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/W_5Dw9U4iXE/s1600-h/lisbela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190369603836716434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SAflp6msJZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/W_5Dw9U4iXE/s400/lisbela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- histórias como a nossa costumam a acabar mal...&lt;br /&gt;- a nossa não acaba nunca. quanto mais amor eu sinto, mais falta pra sentir.&lt;br /&gt;- um dia termina...vai dizer que nunca gostou de outra mulher antes?&lt;br /&gt;- eu sempre gostava de todas de uma vez só, mas é a primeira vez que eu gosto só de uma pra sempre. minha vida se encaixa na sua, dona Lisbela. tudo se encaixa na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;- não devia te dizer, mas estou me derretendo toda por você. coração mole, as pernas bambas, mão molhada, chega a fazer medo!&lt;br /&gt;- eu tenho medo também, mas eu não tenho medo de ter medo.&lt;br /&gt;- e o que vai ser de minha vida, Leléu?&lt;br /&gt;- o que a senhora quiser fazer dela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[lisbela e o prisioneiro]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-1652254972347600377?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/1652254972347600377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=1652254972347600377' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/1652254972347600377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/1652254972347600377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/04/cheiro-de-menta-e-pipoca.html' title='cheiro de menta e pipoca'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SAflp6msJZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/W_5Dw9U4iXE/s72-c/lisbela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-8358487741675836185</id><published>2008-04-16T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:24:24.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SAav4qmsJYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zqOaiZZTB1A/s1600-h/NataliePortman_Closer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190029008635176322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SAav4qmsJYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zqOaiZZTB1A/s400/NataliePortman_Closer2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Por que você gosta dela? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Porque ela não precisa de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[closer]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-8358487741675836185?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/8358487741675836185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=8358487741675836185' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/8358487741675836185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/8358487741675836185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-stranger.html' title='hello, stranger'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SAav4qmsJYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zqOaiZZTB1A/s72-c/NataliePortman_Closer2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267820894343476247.post-1017209102960377638</id><published>2008-04-15T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:09:02.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>é hollywood dentro de você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SAWS0qmsJXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/tBQ2pEkWh1E/s1600-h/hora-de-voltar02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189715579101783410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SAWS0qmsJXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/tBQ2pEkWh1E/s400/hora-de-voltar02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- você vai fazer alguma coisa agora?&lt;br /&gt;- pode elaborar "fazer alguma coisa"?&lt;br /&gt;- conheço um cara, o Jesse. ele comprou uma mansão que é bem ali em cima e ele quer que eu vá visitá-lo...mas não quero ficar muito tempo. estava pensando, se você também fosse poderia dizer que tenho que levá-la pra casa quando quisesse ir embora.&lt;br /&gt;- isso não é a sua cara, Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;- eu sei.&lt;br /&gt;- "muito prazer. posso usá-la?"&lt;br /&gt;- não.&lt;br /&gt;- é hollywood dentro de você.&lt;br /&gt;- não. não é assim. vai ser divertido. podemos inventar um tipo de sinal. quando você puxar a orelha, esse é o sinal. e aí eu falo "ah, tenho que levá-la pra casa." e aí a gente vai.&lt;br /&gt;- podemos ter codinomes também?&lt;br /&gt;- se quiser.&lt;br /&gt;- certo. mas não tente me seqüestrar ou coisa assim porque meu tio é um caçador e ele pode ir atrás de você e te matar.&lt;br /&gt;- você é tão mentirosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[garden state]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267820894343476247-1017209102960377638?l=porcena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/feeds/1017209102960377638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267820894343476247&amp;postID=1017209102960377638' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/1017209102960377638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267820894343476247/posts/default/1017209102960377638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porcena.blogspot.com/2008/04/hollywood-dentro-de-voc.html' title='é hollywood dentro de você'/><author><name>alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01812519561073371485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SQZvJrJmbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/ggfWdpuwzvE/S220/audrey.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SAWS0qmsJXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/tBQ2pEkWh1E/s72-c/hora-de-voltar02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
