<?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-307031613672964771</id><updated>2011-05-03T04:42:02.894-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais Do Que Letras</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jay Mrás</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11718569450358493530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZ-sYDGhx_A/TanJpCjcOPI/AAAAAAAAADw/kdSrxbqbPHM/s220/OIE%2B.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307031613672964771.post-6122136356887182096</id><published>2011-04-23T23:51:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T00:08:44.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“Decepção não mata, ensina a viver”. É muito fácil dizer ou escrever tal frase, complicado é superar a decepção. Depois que a tristeza passa fica muito simples prosseguir com a vida; a gente se sente mais forte, né? Parece que vai ser difícil algo nos atingir novamente, ou melhor, a dor teria que ser umas 3 vezes pior pra nos botar pra baixo de novo e nos fazer sofrer de novo. Até que, finalmente, vem algo que nos atinge de verdade, atinge pra valer e aquela invencibilidade toda parece que nunca existiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não tenho uma opinião formada a respeito do fato de que deixamos nossa felicidade ao encargo de outra pessoa. Às vezes não concordo com isso, às vezes faz todo o sentido do mundo pra mim. Uma vida sem alguém que te faça feliz, alguém que você faz de tudo pra fazer feliz me parece, no momento, um tanto quanto vazia. Prefiro sofrer por amor a não ter amor nenhum. Já da pra perceber em qual fase eu me encontro atualmente, imagino eu. Não faz sentido para mim uma pessoa que tenha sucesso no trabalho, mas que não tem alguém pra compartilhar este sucesso. É meio incompleto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu, sinceramente, fico bem em dúvida quando dizem que quando é muito fácil perde a graça. Em se tratando de relacionamento, acho que as coisas são mais complicadas do que deveriam ser. Há mais sofrimento do que deveria existir. Não digo que tudo deveria ser flores o tempo todo, o que eu quero dizer é que passamos uma grande parte do relacionamento em torno de dramas ao invés de aproveitar as coisas boas que poderíamos desfrutar dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No fim das contas a gente só espera poder olhar pra trás e dizer que todo o sofrimento, de alguma forma, valeu à pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307031613672964771-6122136356887182096?l=maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6122136356887182096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307031613672964771&amp;postID=6122136356887182096' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default/6122136356887182096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default/6122136356887182096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/2011/04/decepcao-nao-mata-ensina-viver.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Mrás</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11718569450358493530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZ-sYDGhx_A/TanJpCjcOPI/AAAAAAAAADw/kdSrxbqbPHM/s220/OIE%2B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307031613672964771.post-3061118662215324039</id><published>2011-04-23T21:27:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T23:44:29.841-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sofrer é uma merda. Sofrer por outra pessoa é uma merda maior ainda, todavia faz parte de quem somos em condição de ser humano: viver, sofrer, aprender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não que isto sempre vai estar presente nas nossas vidas, mas muitas vezes é quando sentimos certas dores que transcendemos muitos problemas, evoluímos como pessoas, crescemos um pouco mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sempre fui partidária da frase “se não foi é porque não era pra ser”, contudo sou mais partidária ainda do ‘fazer acontecer’. Quem simplesmente cruza os braços perante as situações mais complicadas da vida a espera de um resultado positivo e, quando não o obtém, recorre ao ‘é porque é melhor assim’, é um baita de um covarde. O pior tipo de covarde, pois este já aceita a derrota antes de lutar. De fato, é mais fácil não tomar qualquer atitude a respeito do que ir atrás do que se quer e acabar sofrendo caso não consiga. &lt;em&gt;Uma vida sem objetivos é uma vida vazia. Uma vida sem luta é uma vida perdida&lt;/em&gt;. Eu sei que quando quero algo sou bem teimosa a respeito; mesmo quando o universo conspira contra mim e me diz pra desistir eu ainda mostro meu suspiro final que, muitas vezes, foi o que deu certo. E quando não dá certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bem quando não dá certo eu sofro, obviamente. Mas sempre me levanto, tomo como mais um aprendizado e cresço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E escolho outro objetivo para fazê-lo acontecer.&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/307031613672964771-3061118662215324039?l=maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3061118662215324039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307031613672964771&amp;postID=3061118662215324039' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default/3061118662215324039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default/3061118662215324039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/2011/04/sofrer-e-uma-merda.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Mrás</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11718569450358493530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZ-sYDGhx_A/TanJpCjcOPI/AAAAAAAAADw/kdSrxbqbPHM/s220/OIE%2B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307031613672964771.post-8582203887475754291</id><published>2008-08-23T16:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T16:50:00.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"One day, someday, is today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If Only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307031613672964771-8582203887475754291?l=maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8582203887475754291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307031613672964771&amp;postID=8582203887475754291' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default/8582203887475754291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default/8582203887475754291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-day-someday-is-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Mrás</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11718569450358493530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZ-sYDGhx_A/TanJpCjcOPI/AAAAAAAAADw/kdSrxbqbPHM/s220/OIE%2B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307031613672964771.post-1566837795481131173</id><published>2008-08-15T14:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T14:30:44.440-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Eu não ligo que me olhem da cabeça aos pés, porque nunca farão a minha cabeça e nunca chegarão aos meus pés."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307031613672964771-1566837795481131173?l=maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/feeds/1566837795481131173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307031613672964771&amp;postID=1566837795481131173' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default/1566837795481131173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default/1566837795481131173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/2008/08/eu-no-ligo-que-me-olhem-da-cabea-aos-ps.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Mrás</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11718569450358493530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZ-sYDGhx_A/TanJpCjcOPI/AAAAAAAAADw/kdSrxbqbPHM/s220/OIE%2B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307031613672964771.post-474406071352458546</id><published>2008-08-12T22:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:38:50.728-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Manere. Trate seu amor como todas as pessoas que você adora e que não são seus parentes. Trate com o mesmo humor que você trataria seu melhor amigo, sua melhor amiga. Até porque, caso você não tenha percebido, é exatamente isso que eles são."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amigos Mais Que Amigos - Marta Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S.: Passei em português (obrigada Senhor!), agora só falta umas.. 9 provas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307031613672964771-474406071352458546?l=maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/feeds/474406071352458546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307031613672964771&amp;postID=474406071352458546' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default/474406071352458546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default/474406071352458546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/2008/08/manere.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Mrás</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11718569450358493530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZ-sYDGhx_A/TanJpCjcOPI/AAAAAAAAADw/kdSrxbqbPHM/s220/OIE%2B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307031613672964771.post-8691570014024277826</id><published>2008-08-11T17:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T17:26:32.849-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"(...) muitas vezes o melhor drama está no espectador e não no palco."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Machado de Assis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S.: Se eu não acabar de ler os contos dele até quinta-feira, tô ferrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307031613672964771-8691570014024277826?l=maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8691570014024277826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307031613672964771&amp;postID=8691570014024277826' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default/8691570014024277826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default/8691570014024277826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Mrás</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11718569450358493530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZ-sYDGhx_A/TanJpCjcOPI/AAAAAAAAADw/kdSrxbqbPHM/s220/OIE%2B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307031613672964771.post-1584693101012510365</id><published>2008-08-01T19:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:05:14.881-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Ou você morre como um herói, ou vive o bastante para se tornar um vilão."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Batman - O Caveleiro das Trevas.&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/307031613672964771-1584693101012510365?l=maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/feeds/1584693101012510365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307031613672964771&amp;postID=1584693101012510365' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default/1584693101012510365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default/1584693101012510365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/2008/08/ou-voc-morre-como-um-heri-ou-vive-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Mrás</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11718569450358493530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZ-sYDGhx_A/TanJpCjcOPI/AAAAAAAAADw/kdSrxbqbPHM/s220/OIE%2B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307031613672964771.post-2985157389098957094</id><published>2008-07-22T12:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:54:28.422-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Da batata da tua perna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Da maça do teu rosto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinto teu gosto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinto que gosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Às vezes vale a pena ler os poemas do ônibus, bem às vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307031613672964771-2985157389098957094?l=maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2985157389098957094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307031613672964771&amp;postID=2985157389098957094' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default/2985157389098957094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default/2985157389098957094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/2008/07/da-batata-da-tua-perna-da-maa-do-teu.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Mrás</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11718569450358493530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZ-sYDGhx_A/TanJpCjcOPI/AAAAAAAAADw/kdSrxbqbPHM/s220/OIE%2B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307031613672964771.post-7755961326125139265</id><published>2008-07-20T17:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:06:23.648-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Não se apaixona assim duas vezes."&lt;br /&gt;"Às vezes, nem uma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobre Meninos e Lobos.&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/307031613672964771-7755961326125139265?l=maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/feeds/7755961326125139265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307031613672964771&amp;postID=7755961326125139265' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default/7755961326125139265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default/7755961326125139265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-se-apaixona-assim-duas-vezes.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Mrás</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11718569450358493530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZ-sYDGhx_A/TanJpCjcOPI/AAAAAAAAADw/kdSrxbqbPHM/s220/OIE%2B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307031613672964771.post-666322149403343464</id><published>2008-06-24T16:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:55:29.401-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathology Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/VqsvtUfmSkc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/VqsvtUfmSkc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pathology, é um polêmico filme de suspense com toques de terror que está dando o que falar nos EUA. A história do filme envolve um grupo de jovens estudantes de medicina que arma um “jogo” para ver quem consegue cometer o crime perfeito, um que nem mesmo um patologista possa desvendar. Como esperado, a brincadeira ultrapassa os limites e se torna um verdadeiro pesadelo para todos os envolvidos. Estão no elenco Milo Ventimiglia (“Rocky Balboa”), famoso por viver um dos personagens principais da série de TV “Heroes, a atriz Lauren Lee Smith (“Um Beijo a Mais”), Johnny Whitworth (“O Dia do Terror”) e Alyssa Milano (do seriado “Charmed”). O roteiro foi escrito pela dupla Mark Neveldine e Brian Taylor, os mesmos por trás do filme de ação “Adrenalina”, enquanto Marc Schoelermann faz o seu debut na cadeira de diretor da produção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não podia ser mais perfeito um filme com o Milo Ventimiglia, certo? &lt;br /&gt;Ainda por cima ele aparece C O M P L E T A M E N T E nú em alguma cena! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só tem um porém:&lt;br /&gt;Estreia nos EUA: 18/04/2008&lt;br /&gt;Estreia no Brasil: não tem data&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como assim não tem data?!?! Eu quero esse filme agora!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307031613672964771-666322149403343464?l=maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/feeds/666322149403343464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307031613672964771&amp;postID=666322149403343464' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default/666322149403343464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default/666322149403343464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/2008/06/pathology-movie_24.html' title='Pathology Movie'/><author><name>Jay Mrás</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11718569450358493530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZ-sYDGhx_A/TanJpCjcOPI/AAAAAAAAADw/kdSrxbqbPHM/s220/OIE%2B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307031613672964771.post-8316283294677101942</id><published>2008-05-03T16:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T16:09:26.412-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As mulheres normalmente casam de branco para simbolizar sua inocência e pureza. Vai ver é por isso que os homens se casam de preto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307031613672964771-8316283294677101942?l=maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8316283294677101942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307031613672964771&amp;postID=8316283294677101942' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default/8316283294677101942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default/8316283294677101942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/2008/05/as-mulheres-normalmente-casam-de-branco.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Mrás</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11718569450358493530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZ-sYDGhx_A/TanJpCjcOPI/AAAAAAAAADw/kdSrxbqbPHM/s220/OIE%2B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307031613672964771.post-8715938663791915608</id><published>2008-05-03T00:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:32:00.918-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>teste&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307031613672964771-8715938663791915608?l=maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8715938663791915608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=307031613672964771&amp;postID=8715938663791915608' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default/8715938663791915608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/307031613672964771/posts/default/8715938663791915608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maisdoqueletras.blogspot.com/2008/05/teste.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Mrás</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11718569450358493530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZ-sYDGhx_A/TanJpCjcOPI/AAAAAAAAADw/kdSrxbqbPHM/s220/OIE%2B.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
