<?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-5109830863086033078</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:33:17.409-03:00</updated><category term='my secret little smile'/><title type='text'>A Day in the Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head. Found my way downstairs and drank a cup, and looking up I noticed I was late.
Found my coat and grabbed my hat, made the bus in seconds flat. Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,
and somebody spoke and I went into a dream...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-4303278376606337437</id><published>2011-03-28T21:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T23:07:35.671-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem título, sem vontade, sem nada.</title><content type='html'>"Se tudo se projeta em uma linha reta&lt;div&gt;qual é a equação da alma do poeta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que brilha tão secreta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quieta de emoção?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Se tudo está em tudo e nada se perdeu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;então não era sempre eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você também mudava, nuvem sobre o mar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e não queria mais voltar. Voltar..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Se tudo se conquista, perdi você de vista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Budista e canibal, sozinho e egoísta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Segui a sua pista,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Artista de sinal"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Se tudo está em tudo e nada se perdeu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;então não era sempre eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você também mudava, nuvem sobre o mar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e não queria mais voltar. Voltar..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Se tudo se perdoa, depende da pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e da ocasião. A dor não vem a toa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E até uma noite boa magoa o coração"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-4303278376606337437?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/4303278376606337437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2011/03/sem-titulo-sem-vontade-sem-nada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/4303278376606337437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/4303278376606337437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2011/03/sem-titulo-sem-vontade-sem-nada.html' title='Sem título, sem vontade, sem nada.'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-8438331084521384504</id><published>2009-10-20T02:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T02:53:08.773-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams and schemes and circus crowds</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Rosen flows of angel hair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And ice cream castles in the air&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And feather canyons ev'rywhere&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've looked at clouds that way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But now they only block the sun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They rain and snow on ev'ryone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So many things I would have done&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But clouds got in my way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've looked at clouds from both sides now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From up and down, and still somehow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's cloud illusions I recall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really don't know clouds at all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dizzy dancing way you feel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As ev'ry fairy tale comes real&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've looked at love that way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But now it's just another show&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You leave 'em laughing when you go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if you care, don't let them know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't give yourself away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've looked at love from both sides now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From give and take, and still somehow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's love's illusions I recall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really don't know love at all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tears and fears and feeling proud&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To say "I love you" right out loud&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dreams and schemes and circus crowds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've looked at life that way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But now old friends are acting strange&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They shake their heads, they say I've changed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well something's lost, but something's gained&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In living ev'ry day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've looked at life from both sides now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From win and lose and still somehow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's life's illusions I recall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really don't know life at all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've looked at life from both sides now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From up and down, and still somehow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's life's illusions I recall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really don't know life at all &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-1125766187757432321</id><published>2009-09-21T12:51:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:58:18.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It was only a kiss...</title><content type='html'>I'm coming out of my cage&lt;br /&gt;And I've been doing just fine&lt;br /&gt;Gotta gotta be down&lt;br /&gt;Because I want it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;How did it end up like this&lt;br /&gt;It was only a kiss&lt;br /&gt;It was only a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;And he's calling a cab&lt;br /&gt;While she's having a smoke&lt;br /&gt;And he's taking a drag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they're going to bed&lt;br /&gt;And my stomach is sick&lt;br /&gt;And it's all in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's touching her chest now&lt;br /&gt;He takes off her dress now&lt;br /&gt;Let me go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't look, it's killing me&lt;br /&gt;And taking control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy, turning saints into the sea&lt;br /&gt;Swimming through sick lullabies&lt;br /&gt;Choking on your alibies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's just the price I pay&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is calling me&lt;br /&gt;Open up my eager eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm Mr. Brightside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-1125766187757432321?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/1125766187757432321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-was-only-kiss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/1125766187757432321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/1125766187757432321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-was-only-kiss.html' title='It was only a kiss...'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-4170214072494489143</id><published>2009-09-14T11:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T12:26:47.535-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Queria saber porque</title><content type='html'>É difícil dormir à noite,&lt;br /&gt;quando os olhares são como açoite&lt;br /&gt;Difícil não sorrir ao lembrar...&lt;br /&gt;Foi difícil não chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes a vida é um trêm&lt;br /&gt;não importa de onde vem&lt;br /&gt;O que vale é pra onde ele te leva&lt;br /&gt;O que vale é se ele te leva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria saber porque&lt;br /&gt;Queria falar com você&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria entender, queria entender..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-4170214072494489143?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/4170214072494489143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/09/queria-saber-porque.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/4170214072494489143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/4170214072494489143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/09/queria-saber-porque.html' title='Queria saber porque'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-4124197865521493625</id><published>2009-09-13T16:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T16:32:46.685-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Com quanta espera se faz um eu e você?</title><content type='html'>Veio o outono, e o outono se foi&lt;br /&gt;e eu ali esperando você...&lt;br /&gt;Também o inverno veio e logo se foi&lt;br /&gt;e eu ali esperando você..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as tartarugas envelheceram,&lt;br /&gt;os elefantes se esqueceram,&lt;br /&gt;gatos e ratos selaram acordo de paz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu ali, olhando pro relógio,&lt;br /&gt;resolvi que ia ficar só um pouquinho mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primavera veio e logo se foi&lt;br /&gt;e eu ali esperando você..&lt;br /&gt;Veio o verão e foi-se o verão&lt;br /&gt;e eu ali esperando você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com quantos segundos se faz um ano?&lt;br /&gt;Com quantas gotas um oceano?&lt;br /&gt;Com quanta espera se faz um eu e você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu resolvi ficar mais meia hora&lt;br /&gt;até porque eu não tinha mesmo nada melhor pra fazer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ricardo Soares e Barbara Rodrix)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-4124197865521493625?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/4124197865521493625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/09/com-quanta-espera-se-faz-um-eu-e-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/4124197865521493625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/4124197865521493625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/09/com-quanta-espera-se-faz-um-eu-e-voce.html' title='Com quanta espera se faz um eu e você?'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-6905322900032044320</id><published>2009-09-10T15:35:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:44:09.324-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Geronimo</title><content type='html'>I jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now it's aching so deep inside me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I can't feel anything but the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wish I could disappear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxk6e8e9I84/SqlIOn_2ZfI/AAAAAAAACE0/brtRfKmmdRg/s1600-h/queda3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379910645962925554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxk6e8e9I84/SqlIOn_2ZfI/AAAAAAAACE0/brtRfKmmdRg/s320/queda3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-6905322900032044320?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/6905322900032044320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/09/geronimo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/6905322900032044320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/6905322900032044320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/09/geronimo.html' title='Geronimo'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxk6e8e9I84/SqlIOn_2ZfI/AAAAAAAACE0/brtRfKmmdRg/s72-c/queda3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-5865699493559859714</id><published>2009-09-09T16:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:54:01.178-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The big leap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Love gives you wings. It makes you fly. I don't even call it love. I call it Geronimo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jerry Fletcher, Conspiracy Theory&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxk6e8e9I84/SqgHs45o7WI/AAAAAAAACEk/4wIzM3lIyc8/s1600-h/queda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379558222663839074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxk6e8e9I84/SqgHs45o7WI/AAAAAAAACEk/4wIzM3lIyc8/s320/queda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-5865699493559859714?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/5865699493559859714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-2480660202770384402</id><published>2009-09-08T12:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:23:07.409-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not crazy,</title><content type='html'>I'm just a little unwell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or terribly, utterly and most profoundly unwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wish I could disappear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-2480660202770384402?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/2480660202770384402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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y empieza el mío?&lt;br /&gt;A veces me cuesta decir..&lt;br /&gt;Siento tu calor, siento tu frío,&lt;br /&gt;Me siento vacío si no estoy dentro de tí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuánto de esto es amor, cuánto es deseo?&lt;br /&gt;Se pueden, o no, separar?&lt;br /&gt;Si desde el corazón a los dedos&lt;br /&gt;No hay nada en mi cuerpo que no hagas vibrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tendrá de real esta locura?&lt;br /&gt;Quién nos asegura que esto es normal?&lt;br /&gt;No me importa contarte&lt;br /&gt;Que ya perdi la mesura,&lt;br /&gt;Que ya colgué mi armadura en tu portal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dónde termina tu cuerpo y empieza el cielo&lt;br /&gt;No cabe ni un rayo de luz..&lt;br /&gt;Que fué que nos unió en un mismo vuelo?&lt;br /&gt;Los mismos anhelos,&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez la misma cruz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quien tiene razón, quien está errado?&lt;br /&gt;Quien no habrá dudado de su corazón?&lt;br /&gt;Yo sólo quiero que sepas:&lt;br /&gt;No estoy aquí de visita,&lt;br /&gt;Y es para ti que está escrita esta canción&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-1829220114589564748?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/1829220114589564748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/09/fusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/1829220114589564748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/1829220114589564748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/09/fusion.html' title='Fusión'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-6525134142869891075</id><published>2009-09-02T12:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:40:11.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376895034040576034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxk6e8e9I84/Sp6Ri6KM6CI/AAAAAAAACEc/MWEplfnU7XA/s320/hindenburg.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am falling, and he keeps calling me back again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-6525134142869891075?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/6525134142869891075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/09/falling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/6525134142869891075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/6525134142869891075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/09/falling.html' title='Falling...'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxk6e8e9I84/Sp6Ri6KM6CI/AAAAAAAACEc/MWEplfnU7XA/s72-c/hindenburg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-5004343366530993694</id><published>2009-09-01T16:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:32:42.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My secret little smile</title><content type='html'>Ele me faz sonhar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..ao som de Chico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vem, meu menino vadio&lt;br /&gt;Vem, sem mentir pra você&lt;br /&gt;Vem, mas vem sem fantasia,&lt;br /&gt;que da noite pro dia&lt;br /&gt;você não vai crescer.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-5004343366530993694?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/5004343366530993694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-secret-little-smile_2824.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/5004343366530993694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/5004343366530993694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-secret-little-smile_2824.html' title='My secret little smile'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-1186266138816346523</id><published>2009-09-01T15:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:12:02.241-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my secret little smile'/><title type='text'>Futuros amantes</title><content type='html'>Não se afobe não&lt;br /&gt;que nada é pra já&lt;br /&gt;O amor não tem pressa&lt;br /&gt;ele pode esperar em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;num fundo de armário&lt;br /&gt;na posta-restante&lt;br /&gt;milênios, milênios&lt;br /&gt;no ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem sabe, então&lt;br /&gt;o Rio será&lt;br /&gt;alguma cidade submersa&lt;br /&gt;Os escafandristas virão&lt;br /&gt;explorar sua casa&lt;br /&gt;seu quarto, suas coisas&lt;br /&gt;sua alma, desvãos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábios em vão&lt;br /&gt;tentarão decifrar&lt;br /&gt;o eco de antigas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Fragmentos de cartas, poemas&lt;br /&gt;mentiras, retratos&lt;br /&gt;Vestígios de estranha civilização&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se afobe não&lt;br /&gt;que nada é pra já&lt;br /&gt;Amores serão sempre amáveis&lt;br /&gt;Futuros amantes, quiçá&lt;br /&gt;se amarão sem saber&lt;br /&gt;com o amor que eu um dia&lt;br /&gt;deixei pra você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chico Buarque)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-1186266138816346523?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/1186266138816346523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my secret little smile'/><title type='text'>Tatuagem</title><content type='html'>Quero ficar no teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;feito tatuagem&lt;br /&gt;Que é pra te dar coragem&lt;br /&gt;pra seguir viagem&lt;br /&gt;quando a noite vem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E também pra me perpetuar&lt;br /&gt;em tua escrava&lt;br /&gt;Que você pega, esfrega&lt;br /&gt;nega, mas não lava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero brincar no teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;feito bailarina&lt;br /&gt;Que logo se alucina&lt;br /&gt;salta e te ilumina&lt;br /&gt;quando a noite vem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nos músculos exaustos&lt;br /&gt;do teu braço&lt;br /&gt;Repousar frouxa, murcha&lt;br /&gt;farta, morta de cansaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero pesar feito cruz&lt;br /&gt;nas tuas costas&lt;br /&gt;Que te retalha em postas&lt;br /&gt;mas no fundo gostas&lt;br /&gt;quando a noite vem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser a cicatriz&lt;br /&gt;risonha e corrosiva&lt;br /&gt;Marcada a frio&lt;br /&gt;ferro e fogo&lt;br /&gt;em carne viva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chico Buarque)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-5288330827523280203?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/5288330827523280203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/09/tatuagem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/5288330827523280203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/5288330827523280203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/09/tatuagem.html' title='Tatuagem'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-3891764934540306578</id><published>2009-09-01T12:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:05:46.479-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My secret little smile</title><content type='html'>No one can tell me that I'm doing wrong today&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see you smile at me...&lt;br /&gt;No one can tell me that I'm doing wrong today&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see your smiling face my way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my secret little smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-3891764934540306578?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/3891764934540306578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-secret-little-smile_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/3891764934540306578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/3891764934540306578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-secret-little-smile_01.html' title='My secret little smile'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-327640232777740473</id><published>2009-09-01T11:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:02:39.467-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My secret little smile</title><content type='html'>My secret little smile is eating me up&lt;br /&gt;Killing me little by little&lt;br /&gt;From the inside out&lt;br /&gt;From the outside in&lt;br /&gt;In every possible direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's consuming every little piece of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-327640232777740473?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/327640232777740473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-secret-little-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/327640232777740473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/327640232777740473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-secret-little-smile.html' title='My secret little smile'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-1223451377561057073</id><published>2009-08-31T11:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:24:48.355-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que será?</title><content type='html'>O que será, que será...&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem decência, nem nunca terá,&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem censura, nem nunca terá,&lt;br /&gt;O que não faz sentido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que será, que será..&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem governo, nem nunca terá,&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem vergonha, nem nunca terá,&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem juízo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-1223451377561057073?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-1884467442330092443</id><published>2009-08-31T11:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:15:59.627-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The sweetest thing</title><content type='html'>O meu amor tem um jeito manso que é só seu&lt;br /&gt;E que me deixa louca quando me beija a boca&lt;br /&gt;A minha pele toda fica arrepiada&lt;br /&gt;E me beija com calma e fundo&lt;br /&gt;até minh'alma se sentir beijada.. ai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-1884467442330092443?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/1884467442330092443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweetest-thing_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/1884467442330092443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/1884467442330092443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweetest-thing_31.html' title='The sweetest thing'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-5556186944205162147</id><published>2009-08-31T11:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:10:49.071-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My secret little smile</title><content type='html'>O meu destino é caminhar assim&lt;br /&gt;desesperada e nua&lt;br /&gt;sabendo que no fim da noite serei tua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ceder enfim à tentação&lt;br /&gt;das nossas bocas cruas&lt;br /&gt;e mergulhar no poço escuro de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos viver agonizando&lt;br /&gt;uma paixão vadia&lt;br /&gt;maravilhosa e transbordante feito uma hemorragia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-5556186944205162147?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/5556186944205162147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-secret-little-smile_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/5556186944205162147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/5556186944205162147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-secret-little-smile_31.html' title='My secret little smile'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-8055209263846427119</id><published>2009-08-31T09:38:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:45:23.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The sweetest thing</title><content type='html'>One kiss. Only one kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything sweeter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT is why I smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my secret little smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-8055209263846427119?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/8055209263846427119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweetest-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/8055209263846427119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/8055209263846427119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweetest-thing.html' title='The sweetest thing'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-7719591194618962805</id><published>2009-08-28T12:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T12:43:22.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My secret little smile</title><content type='html'>Had it been another day&lt;br /&gt;I might have looked the other way&lt;br /&gt;And I'd have never been aware&lt;br /&gt;But as it is I'll dream of him tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling, yes I am falling&lt;br /&gt;And he keeps calling&lt;br /&gt;Me back again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-7719591194618962805?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/7719591194618962805/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-secret-little-smile_8748.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/7719591194618962805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/7719591194618962805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-secret-little-smile_8748.html' title='My secret little smile'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-7695038088248630370</id><published>2009-08-28T11:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T12:06:24.864-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My secret little smile</title><content type='html'>My secret little smile is hidden deep inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere near my guts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it will ever show himself in public.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-7695038088248630370?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-4697178653479137538</id><published>2009-08-28T11:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T11:31:57.628-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My secret little smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I smile my secret little smile because I know the change in me is you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375022128704816898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxk6e8e9I84/SpfqJeFQhwI/AAAAAAAACEU/GAeBOpbxzLY/s320/cigarro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-4697178653479137538?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/4697178653479137538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-secret-little-smile_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/4697178653479137538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/4697178653479137538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-secret-little-smile_28.html' title='My secret little smile'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uxk6e8e9I84/SpfqJeFQhwI/AAAAAAAACEU/GAeBOpbxzLY/s72-c/cigarro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-5654289013362340378</id><published>2009-08-28T01:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:59:01.855-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My secret little smile</title><content type='html'>Don't ask... I won't tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-5654289013362340378?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/5654289013362340378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-secret-little-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/5654289013362340378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/5654289013362340378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-secret-little-smile.html' title='My secret little smile'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-332707216206489118</id><published>2009-05-17T22:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:41:33.507-03:00</updated><title type='text'>For Mr. K</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any fool can do it, there ain't nothing to it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nobody knows how we got to the top of the hill&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But since we're on our way down we might as well enjoy the ride&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The secret of love is in opening up your heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's okay to feel afraid, but don't let it stand in your way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause everyone knows that love is the only road&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And since we're only here for a while, we might as well show some style&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Give us a smile, now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't it a lovely ride&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sliding down and gliding down&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Try not to try too hard, it's just a lovely ride&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now the thing about time is that time isn't really real&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's all on your point of view, how does it feel to you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Einstein said that he could never understand it all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The planets spinning through space, the smile upon your face&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Welcome to the human race&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't that a lovely ride&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sliding down and gliding down&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Try not to try too hard, it's just a lovely ride&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't that a lovely ride&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sliding down and gliding down&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Try not to try too hard, it's just a lovely ride&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the secret of life is enjoying the passage of time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-332707216206489118?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/332707216206489118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-mr-k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/332707216206489118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/332707216206489118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-mr-k.html' title='For Mr. K'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-1410501030479141277</id><published>2009-03-31T03:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T03:30:44.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Novamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;Me disse vai embora, eu não fui&lt;br /&gt;Você não dá valor ao que possui&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto sofre, o coração intui&lt;br /&gt;Que ao mesmo tempo que magoa o tempo&lt;br /&gt;O tempo flui&lt;br /&gt;E assim o sangue corre em cada veia&lt;br /&gt;O vento brinca com os grãos de areia&lt;br /&gt;Poetas cortejando a branca luz&lt;br /&gt;E ao mesmo tempo que machuca o tempo me passeia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe o que se dá em mim?&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe o que será de nós?&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que antecipa o fim&lt;br /&gt;Também desata os nós&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe soletrar adeus&lt;br /&gt;Sem lágrimas, nenhuma dor&lt;br /&gt;Os pássaros atrás do sol&lt;br /&gt;As dunas de poeira&lt;br /&gt;O céu de anil no pólo sul&lt;br /&gt;A dinamite no paiol&lt;br /&gt;Não há limite no anormal&lt;br /&gt;É que nem sempre o amor&lt;br /&gt;É tão azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música preenche sua falta&lt;br /&gt;Motivo dessa solidão sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Se alinham pontos negros de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;E arriscam uma fuga contra o tempo&lt;br /&gt;O tempo salta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;(Alexandre Lemos e Fred Martins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-1410501030479141277?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/1410501030479141277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/03/novamente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/1410501030479141277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/1410501030479141277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/03/novamente.html' title='Novamente'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-7339061260509088101</id><published>2009-03-02T00:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:27:15.057-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistérios</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Um fogo queimou dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Que não tem mais jeito de se apagar&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo com toda água do mar&lt;br /&gt;Preciso aprender os mistérios do fogo pra te incendiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Um rio passou dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não tive jeito de atravessar&lt;br /&gt;Preciso um navio pra me levar&lt;br /&gt;Preciso aprender os mistérios do rio pra te navegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Vida breve, natureza&lt;br /&gt;Quem mandou, coração?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um vento bateu dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não tive jeito de segurar&lt;br /&gt;A vida passou pra me carregar&lt;br /&gt;Preciso aprender os mistérios do mundo pra te ensinar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Joyce e Maurício Maestro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-7339061260509088101?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/7339061260509088101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/03/misterios.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/7339061260509088101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/7339061260509088101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/03/misterios.html' title='Mistérios'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-1507716767300570451</id><published>2009-02-20T15:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:56:36.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbara..</title><content type='html'>Feliz aniversário, meu bem :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(apesar de vc não conhecer esse blog.. rs. Só estou pensando em você ^^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-1507716767300570451?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/1507716767300570451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/02/barbara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/1507716767300570451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/1507716767300570451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/02/barbara.html' title='Barbara..'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-9024856340788473924</id><published>2009-02-18T13:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:29:36.111-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken hearted</title><content type='html'>You may not have been the first boy to make me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you were the first one ever to break my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-9024856340788473924?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/9024856340788473924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/02/broken-hearted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/9024856340788473924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/9024856340788473924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/02/broken-hearted.html' title='Broken hearted'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-4602480324446673177</id><published>2009-02-11T19:12:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:27:40.588-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde está Welder</title><content type='html'>Saudade :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-4602480324446673177?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/4602480324446673177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/02/cade-uelder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/4602480324446673177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/4602480324446673177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/02/cade-uelder.html' title='Onde está Welder'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-8382503503643874408</id><published>2009-02-05T13:20:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:22:49.083-02:00</updated><title type='text'>9 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spending nine days at the hospital can be very lonely. Even (or maybe specialy.. I don't know) when there is always someone there with you. And it got me thinking.. About life, about the future, about love. And no matter what I think about, I always think about you.&lt;br /&gt;You pop into my thoughts as the most lovely intruder.. And as such you always seem to find your way around. A lovely, loved, intruder. We both know you shouldn't be there. But still.. I always welcome the thougth of you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-8382503503643874408?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/8382503503643874408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/02/9-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/8382503503643874408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/8382503503643874408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/02/9-days.html' title='9 days'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-2591671882450198219</id><published>2009-01-26T15:23:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:30:07.302-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Qu'est-ce que je veux?</title><content type='html'>Je ne veux pas travailler&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux pas déjeuner&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux pas oublier&lt;br /&gt;Je veux que toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et c'est tout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-2591671882450198219?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/2591671882450198219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/quest-ce-que-je-veux.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/2591671882450198219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/2591671882450198219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/quest-ce-que-je-veux.html' title='Qu&apos;est-ce que je veux?'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-7268813916899196375</id><published>2009-01-26T14:05:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:09:35.714-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>My stomach aches,&lt;br /&gt;but it's my heart that's broken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just writing it gives me butterflies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-7268813916899196375?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/7268813916899196375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-thoughts_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/7268813916899196375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/7268813916899196375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-thoughts_26.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-2512711240574587264</id><published>2009-01-26T10:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:05:46.931-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy</title><content type='html'>Na verdade quero ser um herói&lt;br /&gt;e viver só de ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria tanto ser um cowboy&lt;br /&gt;cavalgando um alazão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se um bandido entrar na história&lt;br /&gt;eu viro um herói sem glória&lt;br /&gt;É melhor deixar as coisas como estão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o bate-boca acaba em bala&lt;br /&gt;há vezes que eu perco a fala&lt;br /&gt;Acho que não nasci pra ser herói&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade digo eu sou assim&lt;br /&gt;um herói de folhetim&lt;br /&gt;Vejo quando o filme chega no fim&lt;br /&gt;que eles tem medo de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lembro que há quinze anos&lt;br /&gt;vivia fazendo planos&lt;br /&gt;Podem me esquecer que agora eu só quero paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o bate-boca acaba em bala&lt;br /&gt;há vezes que eu perco a fala&lt;br /&gt;Acho que não nasci pra ser herói&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Composição de Eduardo Souto e Paulo Sérgio Valle pro meu paps :o)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-2512711240574587264?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/2512711240574587264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/cowboy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/2512711240574587264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/2512711240574587264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/cowboy.html' title='Cowboy'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-3461060531542240641</id><published>2009-01-26T10:35:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:43:20.733-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Naquele tempo...</title><content type='html'>Há muito tempo em toda festa&lt;br /&gt;todo mundo me pedia pra cantar&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu tinha vergonha&lt;br /&gt;e precisava muita gana&lt;br /&gt;pra criar coragem e tocar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que eu tocava uma viola direitinho&lt;br /&gt;e chegava até a impressionar&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu tinha vergonha&lt;br /&gt;e precisava muita gana&lt;br /&gt;pra criar coragem e cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo sem saber qual era a letra&lt;br /&gt;pegava um violão&lt;br /&gt;Mandava um chalalala&lt;br /&gt;Puxava um uououou&lt;br /&gt;do fundo do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os Beatles sempre perto me ajudavam&lt;br /&gt;na próxima canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la lalalala&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala&lt;br /&gt;Hey jude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naquele tempo eu tentava, eu queria&lt;br /&gt;e quanto tempo que eu fiquei sem namorar&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu tinha vergonha&lt;br /&gt;e precisava muita gana&lt;br /&gt;pra criar coragem e cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela só queria um cara forte&lt;br /&gt;totalmente loiro, rico e que falasse inglês&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu era moreno&lt;br /&gt;um mineiro bem ameno&lt;br /&gt;já sentiu que eu nunca tinha vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo sem saber qual era a dela&lt;br /&gt;pegava um violão&lt;br /&gt;Mandava um chalalala&lt;br /&gt;Puxava um uououou&lt;br /&gt;do fundo do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os Beatles sempre perto me ajudavam&lt;br /&gt;na próxima canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la lalalala&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala&lt;br /&gt;Hey jude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-3461060531542240641?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/3461060531542240641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/naquele-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/3461060531542240641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/3461060531542240641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/naquele-tempo.html' title='Naquele tempo...'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-52158427396683184</id><published>2009-01-26T09:38:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:54:29.738-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou Eu</title><content type='html'>É... A porta abandonada&lt;br /&gt;que leva ao outro lado&lt;br /&gt;aberta de repente no medo da noite&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A promessa esquecida&lt;br /&gt;de um coração magoado&lt;br /&gt;A chuva de um inverno no chão da cidade&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flor acostumada&lt;br /&gt;ao frio do cerrado&lt;br /&gt;O pássaro liberto chegando ao deserto&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Febre, veneno, dor, alucinação&lt;br /&gt;Fruta proibida, delírio, sensação&lt;br /&gt;no meio da rua&lt;br /&gt;ardendo no fogo&lt;br /&gt;crescente da lua&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navio destinado&lt;br /&gt;a porto malseguro&lt;br /&gt;Luz de vela no escuro, o buraco no muro&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor que chega à frente&lt;br /&gt;do ódio bem guardado&lt;br /&gt;O riso antes do grito, o sorriso do aflito&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tavito e Luiz Carlos Sá)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-52158427396683184?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/52158427396683184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/sou-eu-tavito-e-luiz-carlos-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/52158427396683184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/52158427396683184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/sou-eu-tavito-e-luiz-carlos-s.html' title='Sou Eu'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-6226623741624347166</id><published>2009-01-26T08:24:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:28:15.131-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Dad!</title><content type='html'>I love him so much.. and I'm so proud of him..&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?.. My dad is my hero! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pelas campinas e prados&lt;br /&gt;pelos sertões e cidades&lt;br /&gt;quero por todos os lados&lt;br /&gt;homens com próprias vontades&lt;br /&gt;todos, não faço segredo,&lt;br /&gt;bem longe do medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração justiceiro&lt;br /&gt;em cada canto que chega&lt;br /&gt;fala e não manda recado&lt;br /&gt;olha as pessoas de frente&lt;br /&gt;me põe a verdade na cara&lt;br /&gt;e a verdade não mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ó minha gente da maneira que o mundo está&lt;br /&gt;hoje mais que nunca requer&lt;br /&gt;braço forte, cabeça, coragem e fé"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tavito - "Longe do medo")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-6226623741624347166?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/6226623741624347166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/6226623741624347166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/6226623741624347166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday, Dad!'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-697303713729368831</id><published>2009-01-23T15:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:07:46.554-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Felling neither too big, nor too little&lt;br /&gt;I'm just... in the middle&lt;br /&gt;But where?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-697303713729368831?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/697303713729368831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/697303713729368831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/697303713729368831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-6369702649672171660</id><published>2009-01-19T09:08:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:30:23.808-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Good night, Benjamin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm still questioning myself. After all, is it true that anything is possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is it never too late (or too early)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"The curious case of Benjamin Button" surely made me think about my life. And I believe that I wasn't the only one to leave the theatre deeply touched by this beautiful and delicate picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And now I turned into my dreamy / optimistic self again: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;wishing that dreams might come true, and that I am not as foolish as I may seem when I wish for such silly things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Did it make any sense at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-6369702649672171660?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-4843177024262813200</id><published>2009-01-19T02:16:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T02:18:51.174-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Insônia</title><content type='html'>Raras são as vezes em que alguém quer, &lt;strong&gt;desesperdamente&lt;/strong&gt;, sentir-se entediado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saco..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-4843177024262813200?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/4843177024262813200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/insnia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/4843177024262813200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/4843177024262813200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/insnia.html' title='Insônia'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-3080064960063040962</id><published>2009-01-15T10:38:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:45:42.065-02:00</updated><title type='text'>You Gotta Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Des'ree)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Listen as your day unfolds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Challenge what the future holds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Try and keep your head up to the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lovers, they may cause you tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go ahead release your fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stand up and be counted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't be ashamed to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You gotta be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You gotta be bad, you gotta be bold, you gotta be wiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You gotta be hard, you gotta be tough, you gotta be stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You gotta be cool, you gotta be calm, you gotta stay together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All I know, all I know, love will save the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Herald what your mother said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Readin' the books your father read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Try to solve the puzzles in your own sweet time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some may have more cash than you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Others take a different view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My oh my heh, hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You gotta be bad, you gotta be bold, you gotta be wiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You gotta be hard, you gotta be tough, you gotta be stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You gotta be cool, you gotta be calm, you gotta stay together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All I know, all I know, love will save the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't ask no questions, it goes on without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leaving you behind if you can't stand the pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The world keeps on spinning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can't stop it, if you try to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This time it's danger staring you in the face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh oh oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Listen as your day unfolds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Challenge what the future holds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Try and keep your head up to the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lovers, they may cause you tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go ahead release your fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My oh my heh, hey, hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You gotta be bad, you gotta be bold, you gotta be wiser&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be hard, you gotta be tough, you gotta be stronger&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be cool, you gotta be calm, you gotta stay together&lt;br /&gt;All I know, all I know, love will save the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(She probably right.. Ain't she, Boss?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-3080064960063040962?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/3080064960063040962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-gotta-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/3080064960063040962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/3080064960063040962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-gotta-be.html' title='You Gotta Be'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-9061301305866884700</id><published>2009-01-14T08:05:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:36:05.749-02:00</updated><title type='text'>About love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So.. what is love? Is it suppose to last forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Just because it may end someday.. does that mean it was never love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes.. I do believe in love.. I've felt it a couple of times before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eventually it ended, died, or just faded away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But that doesn't change the fact that it was love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So yes.. I do believe in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And I wonder how could someone like you - who states that marriage is the best way to kill love.. who looks at me the way you do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;How could someone like you tell me you don't believe in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tell me.. how is that possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Do I believe in everlasting love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes.. I think it exists out there.. somewhere.. for some people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But I don't know if I'll ever be able to love someone forever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(whatever "forever" means..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Not that I'm complaining..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Love, whatever it is, is something wonderful.. glorious..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Being in love is definately one of my favorite things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And being in love with you.. ah.. that feels.. just..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;indescribably good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So.. could you, please, just let me love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't know if it will end tomorrow or in twenty years..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But why should we give it up now? I don't want to lose it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't want to give you up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So won't you, please, &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;give up on me now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Please...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"No one can tell me that I'm doing wrong today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whenever I see you smile at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No one can tell me that I'm doing wrong today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whenever I see your smiling face my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No one can tell me that I'm doing wrong today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No one can tell me that I'm doing wrong today"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-9061301305866884700?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/9061301305866884700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/about-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/9061301305866884700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/9061301305866884700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/about-love.html' title='About love'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-3999366811728038608</id><published>2009-01-13T11:47:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:59:31.483-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to be patient..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But why does it seems that everybody just decided to put me on hold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I keep waiting for an e-mail, an sms, a phone call, a smoke sign.. Whatever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And nothing. Nothing comes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just don't keep me in the dark too long.. Please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cause I might just give up.. and I really didn't want to "just give up" this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No.. I don't want to give you up at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"If you want it, here it is come and get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mmmmmm make your mind up fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you want it, anytime, I can give it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you better hurry 'cause it may not last"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-3999366811728038608?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/3999366811728038608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/trying-to-be-patient.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/3999366811728038608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/3999366811728038608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/trying-to-be-patient.html' title='Trying to be patient..'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-2001543984901783802</id><published>2009-01-09T14:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:07:03.259-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Equação</title><content type='html'>"Se tudo se projeta&lt;br /&gt;Em uma linha reta&lt;br /&gt;Qual é a equação&lt;br /&gt;Da alma do poeta?&lt;br /&gt;Que brilha tão secreta&lt;br /&gt;Quieta de emoção"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A. Lemos)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-2001543984901783802?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/2001543984901783802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/equao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/2001543984901783802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/2001543984901783802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/equao.html' title='Equação'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-2548375086489518822</id><published>2009-01-08T21:49:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:36:19.626-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A voz dos outros...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Se tudo se perdoa&lt;br /&gt;depende da pessoa&lt;br /&gt;e da ocasião...&lt;br /&gt;A dor não vem à toa.&lt;br /&gt;E até uma noite boa&lt;br /&gt;magoa o coração"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A. Lemos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;... por vezes parece que é minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-2548375086489518822?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/2548375086489518822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/voz-dos-outros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/2548375086489518822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/2548375086489518822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/voz-dos-outros.html' title='A voz dos outros...'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-6306273399229469379</id><published>2009-01-08T16:42:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:44:50.949-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Caos</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;C A O S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;C &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;S O A C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-6306273399229469379?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/6306273399229469379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/caos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/6306273399229469379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/6306273399229469379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/caos.html' title='Caos'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109830863086033078.post-6072768261321816847</id><published>2009-01-07T13:16:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:50:41.577-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head. Found my way downstairs and drank a cup, and looking up I noticed I was late.&lt;br /&gt;Found my coat and grabbed my hat, made the bus in seconds flat. Found my way upstairs and had a smoke, and somebody spoke and I went into a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;... Sounds of laughter, shades of love ringing through my opened ears, inciting and inviting me.&lt;br /&gt;Limitless undying love, which shines around me like a million suns, and calls me on and on across the universe ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, droped out of bed and made the bus in seconds flat. Found my way downstairs and had a stroke, then somebody choke and I listened to a scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... The world was round and turned me on...&lt;br /&gt;The wind was high and blew my mind...&lt;br /&gt;The sky was blue... it made me cry ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not wake up, I stayed in bed, pressed a pillow upon my head. Found my way within and took a peak, and for a moment I heard somebody speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Golden Slumbers fill your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Smiles await you when you rise.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep pretty darling, do not cry.&lt;br /&gt;And I will sing a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a way, to get back homeward.&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a way, to get back home.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep pretty darling, do not cry.&lt;br /&gt;And I will sing a lullaby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will somebody please just take me home?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5109830863086033078-6072768261321816847?l=juliaoak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/feeds/6072768261321816847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/6072768261321816847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109830863086033078/posts/default/6072768261321816847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliaoak.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-in-life.html' title='A day in the life'/><author><name>Ju Oak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01616479251293440551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
