<?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-19787318</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:27:06.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Show Must Go On</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19787318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemelo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lê Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824253792206638442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4140/1441/1600/danca%202.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19787318.post-114964484853056964</id><published>2006-06-06T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T18:53:43.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar e mudar as coisas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4140/1441/1600/IMAG0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4140/1441/1600/IMAG0289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="298" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4140/1441/320/IMAG0289.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="312" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4140/1441/320/danca%202.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A DANÇA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Se eu sei dançar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;NÃO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sou como a Madonna nestes momentos: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Express Yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nem ligo se os outros dão risada, ou se meus passos são toscos, ou se não sei descer até o chão...hahahahahahaha....mas eu me acabo &lt;em&gt;in a dancefloor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Acho que é a melhor coisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não sei, me sinto meio estranha ultimamente, sabe quando vc precisa se enclausurar um pouco, conhecer gente nova, fazer coisas diferentes?! Acho que todos passam por uma fase meio assim, mas a minha está durando um certo tempo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não sei mais o que quero, se o que quero é certo ou não, se eu quero mesmo alguma coisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pergunto:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;A TPM faz isso com as mulheres?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pq hj estou com um sentimento de : &lt;em&gt;Ai que saco!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sem vontade pra nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ou seriam as energias deste dia dito como aniversário do Bel?! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;06/06/06&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Engraçado pois acabei de ver que em uma cidade dos Estados Unidos (sempre lá) chamada &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hell &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eles fizeram uma &lt;strong&gt;Festa do Inferno!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok, admito que já tive minhas predileções por coisas meio satânicas, mas sempre tive medo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Na verdade era aquela fase meio rebelde em que vc quer afrontar os ideias familiares (sendo minha família Católica, e eu não... na verdade, acredito em Deus, mas não da forma como somos ensinados na Igreja e tal... acho que não há uma religião a seguir).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Trocando de assunto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hoje conversei com um de meus melhores amigos a respeito de relacionamentos (já que meus ex têm se mostrado muito presentes) e sabem o que ele me disse?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Temos falhas, não somos perfeitos; todos temos momentos de carência, ainda que mal ou bem disfarçadas (...). Mas quem vai te convencer é o cara que surgir de repente. É nosso pensamento que nos faz assim, angustiados. (...) Somos todos os dias bombardeados com imagens de cópula, guaranás kwat, promiscuidades associadas a sucesso, mas sabe, que importa? O que importa? Todos queremos ser amados, seja pelos mesmos, seja por novos. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;É, acredito, desacredito, não quero acreditar...enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amar... ser amado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19787318-114964484853056964?l=lemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/114964484853056964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19787318&amp;postID=114964484853056964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19787318/posts/default/114964484853056964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19787318/posts/default/114964484853056964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemelo.blogspot.com/2006/06/amar-e-mudar-as-coisas.html' title='Amar e mudar as coisas...'/><author><name>Lê Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824253792206638442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4140/1441/1600/danca%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19787318.post-113435748136325117</id><published>2005-12-11T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T19:18:01.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Grande e Necessário Retorno</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois de tantos momentos estranhos e confusos decorrentes neste ano, confesso que minha cabeça pareceu um tanto atordoada, confundi-me verozmente dentre tantas escolhas, mudanças, pessoas novas, situações novas e sentimentos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4140/1441/320/AlbumAGOSET4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parando para realizar uma pequena análise:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* um dos maiores sonhos fora realizado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* um relacionamento de 4 anos terminou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* um novo grupo de amigos fez-me enxergar a vida como há muito não conseguia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* percebi que as pessoas podem ser mais cruéis do que imaginamos, e que elas não se preocuparão com o que você está fazendo, e sim se você está fazendo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* antigos amigos continuaram ao lado em momentos extremamente necessários e cruciais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* houveram muito momentos cruciais este ano, relacionados a família, hospitais, saídas a noite e escadarias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* antigos amores reapareceram e novo amor me deixou repleta de alegria, e ao mesmo tempo, totalmente confusa e perdida quando não consumada sua realização&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* dica 1: noites de sono são muito importantes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* dica 2: não podemos nos preocupar tanto com as coisas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* dica 3: minha saúde emocional é repleta de falhas e isso me atinge de maneira quase fatal (estou reorganizando essa parte)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* dica 4: assistir filmes nacionais e filmes estrangeiros que quase ninguém conhece nas locadoras é realmente fascinante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* fazer um filme, além de ser estressante, é extasiante e maravilhoso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* os momentos tristes existem para que possamos aproveitar com mais entusiasmo os momentos alegres&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enfim, creio que como já são 01:10h do dia 12/12, e eu estou há quase 6 dias com 22 anos de idade, fico um pouco estranha! Sair da adolescência, enfrentar a realidade adulta, deparar-me com fatos nunca antes vivenciados e encará-los com naturalidade....well, the show must go on!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stop, stand there where you are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19787318-113435748136325117?l=lemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/113435748136325117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19787318&amp;postID=113435748136325117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19787318/posts/default/113435748136325117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19787318/posts/default/113435748136325117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemelo.blogspot.com/2005/12/o-grande-e-necessrio-retorno.html' title='O Grande e Necessário Retorno'/><author><name>Lê Melo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11824253792206638442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4140/1441/1600/danca%202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
