<?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-1636625817354064299</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:45:58.503-02:00</updated><category term='Changes'/><category term='Bolt'/><category term='Short storys'/><category term='Download'/><category term='Award'/><category term='Glee'/><category term='P.S. I love you'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Films'/><category term='Princess Diaries'/><category term='Shelter'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='Death Cab for Cutie'/><category term='Narnia'/><category term='The sisterhood of the traveling pants'/><category term='Winged Creatures'/><category term='Bridge to terabithia'/><category term='Top 6'/><category term='The secret life of bees'/><category term='Cirque du Freak'/><category term='L&apos;s CD'/><category term='The Lighthouse'/><category term='Get smart'/><category term='Waitress'/><category term='CD'/><category term='Transamerica'/><category term='Nick e Norah&apos;s Infinitive playlist'/><category term='100'/><category term='The art of racing in the rain'/><category term='The jane austen book club'/><category term='Dewey'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>...Leo...</title><subtitle type='html'>The place where thoughts are released and can rule the world...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-2773097432507360845</id><published>2009-08-25T07:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:12:49.812-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Download'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L&apos;s CD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CD'/><title type='text'>Download Volume Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SpPBuO70U8I/AAAAAAAACeA/LPVkCPL8XfA/s1600-h/L%27s+CD+Volume+Three+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SpPBuO70U8I/AAAAAAAACeA/LPVkCPL8XfA/s320/L%27s+CD+Volume+Three+front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373851780410266562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the third cd with my favorite songs, fell free to download it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?evmmifmjiiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click here to download.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-2773097432507360845?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2773097432507360845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=2773097432507360845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/2773097432507360845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/2773097432507360845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/download-volume-three.html' title='Download Volume Three'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SpPBuO70U8I/AAAAAAAACeA/LPVkCPL8XfA/s72-c/L%27s+CD+Volume+Three+front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-1788862823468099303</id><published>2009-08-21T10:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:26:15.489-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Princess Diaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Princess Diaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/So6gO1ZaQnI/AAAAAAAACcw/8AJsx5AOW84/s1600-h/princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/So6gO1ZaQnI/AAAAAAAACcw/8AJsx5AOW84/s320/princess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372407582211850866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading the Princess Diaries books a while ago and I'm lovin' it. It's completly different of the films that Disney made (actually I think they spoiled the film, specially the second one.)&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read a great book here's my tip, The princess Diaries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-1788862823468099303?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1788862823468099303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=1788862823468099303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/1788862823468099303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/1788862823468099303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/princess-diaries.html' title='Princess Diaries'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/So6gO1ZaQnI/AAAAAAAACcw/8AJsx5AOW84/s72-c/princess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-6476980055074465846</id><published>2009-08-17T12:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:23:59.470-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Download'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CD'/><title type='text'>Download Volume Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sol13WwnpYI/AAAAAAAACZU/Z9AF9WaxQzk/s1600-h/L%27s+CD+Volume+Two+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sol13WwnpYI/AAAAAAAACZU/Z9AF9WaxQzk/s320/L%27s+CD+Volume+Two+front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370953624478786946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the volume two of my favorite songs, this time happier ones. &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?m21intbhijm"&gt;Click here to download it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-6476980055074465846?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6476980055074465846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=6476980055074465846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6476980055074465846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6476980055074465846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/download-volume-two.html' title='Download Volume Two'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sol13WwnpYI/AAAAAAAACZU/Z9AF9WaxQzk/s72-c/L%27s+CD+Volume+Two+front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-440506775429712181</id><published>2009-08-16T22:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:06:43.486-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Download'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L&apos;s CD'/><title type='text'>Download CD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SoisnqQzR5I/AAAAAAAACZM/LM_jmv_Sbpw/s1600-h/L%27s+CD+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SoisnqQzR5I/AAAAAAAACZM/LM_jmv_Sbpw/s320/L%27s+CD+front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370732352998950802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made this cd with some songs that I like. Soon I'll make another one, fell free to download it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?vztu3mt2z2y"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tracks are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/SUPERV%7E1/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CSUPERV%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt; 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 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;02.Misread – Kings of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Convenience&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;03.Acid Tongue – Jenny Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;04.Transatlanticism – Death Cab for Cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;05.Baby's Romance – Chris Garneau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;06.Flowers In December – Mazzy Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;07.Are you Lightning – Nada Surf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;08.Quinto Andar - Tiê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;09.Those Dancing Days Are Gone – Carla Bruni&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;10.My Own Face Inside The Trees – The Clientele&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;11.Simple Things – Paolo Nutini&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12.Make It With You - Olivia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13.Lotta love – She &amp;amp; Him&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14.Losing Keys – Jack Johnson&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15.The Build-Up – Kings of Convenience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-440506775429712181?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/440506775429712181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=440506775429712181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/440506775429712181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/440506775429712181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/download-cd.html' title='Download CD'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SoisnqQzR5I/AAAAAAAACZM/LM_jmv_Sbpw/s72-c/L%27s+CD+front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-1566348738862162375</id><published>2009-08-16T13:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T13:18:49.594-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><title type='text'>Dan in real life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SogvG1cdksI/AAAAAAAACY8/6KBu-hOagzw/s1600-h/dan_in_real_life_ver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SogvG1cdksI/AAAAAAAACY8/6KBu-hOagzw/s320/dan_in_real_life_ver3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370594350111494850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I watched this wonderful film , Dan in real life, a film that can touch you deep in side.&lt;br /&gt;Dan (Steve Carell) it's father of three girls, he's wife died four years ago and he'd never dated again.&lt;br /&gt;In this trip to his parent's house he meet Marie (Juliette Binoche) and fell in love with her. The only thing he didn't know was that she is dating his brother Mitch (Dane Cook).&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know what happens, go watch it, it's a really nice film. Different of all the ones I've seen this past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8SqaWEBSd4g&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8SqaWEBSd4g&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-1566348738862162375?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1566348738862162375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=1566348738862162375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/1566348738862162375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/1566348738862162375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/dan-in-real-life.html' title='Dan in real life'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SogvG1cdksI/AAAAAAAACY8/6KBu-hOagzw/s72-c/dan_in_real_life_ver3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-7948511888261632758</id><published>2009-08-06T12:22:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:32:48.377-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cirque du Freak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Download'/><title type='text'>Cirque du Freak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Snr3SoNsHLI/AAAAAAAACYA/ubYhpLIclk8/s1600-h/cirquedufreak_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Snr3SoNsHLI/AAAAAAAACYA/ubYhpLIclk8/s320/cirquedufreak_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366873805369908402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so crazy to see this film, I read the book and I loved it! Plus: Josh Hutcherson it's on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="flashObj" width="400" height="346" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/10032373001?isVid=1&amp;publisherID=1612833736" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="videoId=31864063001&amp;linkBaseURL=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.aol.com%2Faolvideo%2FAOL+Movies%2Fthe-vampires-assistant-trailer-no-1%2F31864063001&amp;playerID=10032373001&amp;domain=embed&amp;" /&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com" /&gt;&lt;param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="swLiveConnect" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/10032373001?isVid=1&amp;publisherID=1612833736" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=31864063001&amp;linkBaseURL=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.aol.com%2Faolvideo%2FAOL+Movies%2Fthe-vampires-assistant-trailer-no-1%2F31864063001&amp;playerID=10032373001&amp;domain=embed&amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="400" height="346" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" swLiveConnect="true" allowScriptAccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna know more about the film &lt;a href="http://www.thevampiresassistant.net/"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna read the book? &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?kzmiiemyjmi"&gt;Download it here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-7948511888261632758?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7948511888261632758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=7948511888261632758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/7948511888261632758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/7948511888261632758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/cirque-du-freak.html' title='Cirque du Freak'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Snr3SoNsHLI/AAAAAAAACYA/ubYhpLIclk8/s72-c/cirquedufreak_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-2902146974909773283</id><published>2009-07-30T13:35:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:01:02.682-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SnHP-Zj9ygI/AAAAAAAACXg/ySPYqbxo5Gc/s1600-h/2212734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SnHP-Zj9ygI/AAAAAAAACXg/ySPYqbxo5Gc/s320/2212734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364297302095546882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm tired of everything;&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems to care to me anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna lie down, close my eyes and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I can't cry, I have to be strong for you, and this is hurting so much, I fell helpless, worthless.&lt;br /&gt;The silence is something we don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;The word home, we seem to never known, everything we'd seen this far were a lie.&lt;br /&gt;And when everything seems lost, and I wanna give up of everything, I see your face, now that is sad and the tears are coming down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd never let you. For nothing and no one in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aDSh5wUtXt4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aDSh5wUtXt4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From a distance the world looks blue and green,&lt;br /&gt;and the snow-capped mountains white.&lt;br /&gt;From a distance the ocean meets the stream,&lt;br /&gt;and the eagle takes to flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a distance, there is harmony,&lt;br /&gt;and it echoes through the land.&lt;br /&gt;It's the voice of hope, it's the voice of peace,&lt;br /&gt;it's the voice of every man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a distance we all have enough,&lt;br /&gt;and no one is in need.&lt;br /&gt;And there are no guns, no bombs, and no disease,&lt;br /&gt;no hungry mouths to feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a distance we are instruments&lt;br /&gt;marching in a common band.&lt;br /&gt;Playing songs of hope, playing songs of peace.&lt;br /&gt;They're the songs of every man.&lt;br /&gt;God is watching us. God is watching us.&lt;br /&gt;God is watching us from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a distance you look like my friend,&lt;br /&gt;even though we are at war.&lt;br /&gt;From a distance I just cannot comprehend&lt;br /&gt;what all this fighting is for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a distance there is harmony,&lt;br /&gt;and it echoes through the land.&lt;br /&gt;And it's the hope of hopes, it's the love of loves,&lt;br /&gt;it's the heart of every man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the hope of hopes, it's the love of loves.&lt;br /&gt;This is the song of every man.&lt;br /&gt;And God is watching us, God is watching us,&lt;br /&gt;God is watching us from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God is watching us, God is watching.&lt;br /&gt;God is watching us from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-2902146974909773283?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2902146974909773283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=2902146974909773283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/2902146974909773283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/2902146974909773283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SnHP-Zj9ygI/AAAAAAAACXg/ySPYqbxo5Gc/s72-c/2212734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-5727264150404223967</id><published>2009-07-29T18:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:02:31.040-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lighthouse'/><title type='text'>Chapter Eleven – What came after part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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Now she was a new woman. Had the power to start all over again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I walked in the kitchen with Josh, we were surprised to see the things she’d cooked. She made pancakes, bread, chocolate cake, and strawberry juice. My favorite. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When she saw us, her face illuminated. She opened her arms and gave us a worm hug.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Good morning my angels!” She said and looked to our face. Then she continued. “I hope you had a nice night. I did! And is so good to have you two here!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Thanks Ab.” Josh said with his crooked smile. “I had a wonderful night indeed. The sound of the trees is wonderful to relax.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Oh! You’ll love here in the fall then! Is so cozy, promise you’ll come!” She said and then looked at me. “Dan. I want you two here in the fall.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Of course mom!” I said giving her a kiss.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was happy. She was happy. She was the woman I used to know. And I couldn’t be more happier. I had Josh there with me too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had a long breakfast and talked all the time. Sadly Josh had to leave that morning as he’d to talk to his father. As he left some stuffs in the lighthouse I went there with him to grab them before he came back to the city.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What you think your mom will do now?” Josh asked me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I don’t know. But she’s really happy. And this make me happy. And you don’t know how glad I am to have you here with me…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Me too. What time you’ll leave tomorrow?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“In the morning. Why?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Nothing…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“All right…Too bad you won’t be here to met Sookie! She’s so nice!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I would love too, but I had to talk to my dad. And he’s really a jerk.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“You have to tell me what you talk with your dad.” I said joking.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“It’s really boring love, but one day you’ll know.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He kissed me and then hit the road back Stable City. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I looked his SUV cross the road, and I smiled. I’ve found the happiness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The cold wind was there, taking my smile till him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Was going to rain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later that day, the rain continued and the cold came as a bonus. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mom replaced her house and already paint her bedroom walls. She was really happy. I had my dinner with Sookie, and had a wonderful night with her and her husband and son. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I came back to my house and told my mom that Sookie’d come to her house tomorrow to help her clean the rest of the house. At least I’d come back home knowing that my mom had a friend with her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As was my last night there, my mom and I made a movie session with Titanic, one of the first movie we’d seen so late. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We ate MM’s and popcorn, with coke. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the morning I had my breakfast and came home. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I promised her to visit her soon. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was crazy to see Josh again. Fell his soft lips touching my. Stay in the bed with him, just talking. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But first I had an entire day with Kiki and Richard. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thought that the first thing that Kiki’d do was scream and say “Where the hell have you been?” But she just said a nice and lifeless “Hi Dan.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I answered with a big smile and said “Hey Kiki!” And she just gave a forced smile to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later I’d have to cheer her up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Richard decided to make a big sale in the store, and that took me all day to change the prices and print the new sale offers. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;During the day I only saw Kiki once, and she was talking with Patricia. Josh called me in my launch time and told me that he had had a nice day with his dad, and said to meet him in the City of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Fruits&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Twenty minutes before the store close, I went to Kiki’s desk. She was in the phone, and looked surprised to see me there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hey.” I said to her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hey.” She said after she hang the phone. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“So, I haven’t seen you today, how’s your weekend?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked sitting in the desk.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Sorry. I wasn’t in the mood,” She took a little break and then continued “You know. We sometimes have really terrible days, and mine end up being this last weekend.” She said crying.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;God, she looked really terrible. Something really horrible must have happened. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What happened Kiki?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Remember that guy I told you about? That I met?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Yeah.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“So, he… he’d stolen my things.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Yeah, he just hit my head last night, and then when I woke up my TV was gone, and my purse, and my shoes.” She said crying.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Have you called the police?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Yeah, and he’s been doing this for two years, and they never catch him.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I can’t believe, are you ok? I mean, if he hit your head, you must go to the hospital.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Don’t worry Dan, I’m ok. And what can I do? I have to continue living my life as normal as possible. I mean, he just stole idiot things, I can by a new TV, and shoes, and my purse, well, what can I say. I called the bank and blocked my cards.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I must say that she looked really confident. But I didn’t get why she avoid me the all day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I gave her a hug and said “If you need anything just ask me.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Thanks.” She said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Poor Kiki.” Josh said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Yeah. I’m felling terrible. I like Kiki, but this last days, I haven’t been nice to her, I was just thinking of me.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“You can’t blame yourself. You didn’t said : Here Kiki, date this guy. She hang up with him by herself.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I know. But I feel sad.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hey! I don’t want you like this, and plus, you’ll scare the costumers.” He said laughing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Funny, but tell me more about your dad, what you guys did?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Well, I came home and talked to him, about his behavior, not accepting me. And told about the cheating on mom, and her on him. And he was really nice, said that he always loved me and he was angry with other things and he put everything on me. And about my mom, he’d said that they’re trying to be together, but he is not easy. And guess what?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I told about you to him.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“You did?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Yes! And he said that he wants to know you!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Really?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Yeah! He told me to ask you to have diner with us tomorrow. You’ll go, won’t you?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Of course!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I still can’t believe that I was talking to my dad.” Josh said to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I’m glad, everything is in the right place now.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Yeah, and talking about place, we could rent a film, what you think?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hum, It’s sounds perfect, can I choose the film?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Of course Dan!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“So, I’ve to go to an store and I’ll be right back, ok?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Ok.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I left the dinner and hit the &lt;i style=""&gt;Happy place for Lonely Girls&lt;/i&gt;, this old store opened to make girls happy after something that made them sad. I really didn’t believe in the story but Kiki was really sad, and I thought that wouldn’t hurt. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;To enter in the store there’s this guy, a hot one, in the front, like a host, and he says: “Hello, welcome to &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Happy   Place&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; for Lonely Girls, here our sorrow, it’s your best friend and the shopping the bonus, have a pleasure time! “&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I got inside the store thinking of the guy, he must hate his job.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;After ten minutes I found the perfect gift for Kiki, a huge Eeyore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I stop by the video shop in the mall, picked Under the tuscan sun and headed back to City of fruits.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I stood there with Josh till he closed the place and then we went to my house.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I woke up with Josh kissing my ears, and mumbling “Good Morning my love”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think I’d never get tired of wake up with him in my bed, in the morning he looks more hot then he does, his eyes get so blue in the morning that is impossible not smile, and his crooked smile, God that make me want kiss him forever. His hair was like I liked, ruffled.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Good morning my angel” I said giving him a kiss.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Good morning my love, I thought you’d sleep all day” He said getting up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He wore his pants and his shirt, went to the kitchen and then came back with orange juice and donuts. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“So, what time you want to me pick you up?” He asked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hum.. I don’t know, after eight.” I said eating the donut. “I’ll take Kiki to that place for a milk-shake, I’ll not get late, just to give her the Eeyore.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Ok, Don’t worry. I’ll wait for you in the lobby. And I’m really jealousy that you’re giving her a present and nothing to me.” He said with his beautiful crooked smile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Poor kid, don’t worry, you’ll have a surprise soon.” I said and kissed this forehead. “And you’ll not be waiting in the lobby. It’s time for you have the apartment keys.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Really? I mean, this is a huge step. And you know most of people don’t like this, and…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Shut! You’re the one, you’re the person I’ll die with. And after all it’s only keys.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I love you know?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hum.. I don’t know.. I think, but you could make something to show your love to me.” I said smiling.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Let me see, I think I know something.” He said with his crooked smile, and then hugged me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;©Leonardo Martins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-5727264150404223967?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5727264150404223967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=5727264150404223967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5727264150404223967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5727264150404223967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-eleven-what-came-after.html' title='Chapter Eleven – What came after part 1'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-6196989838358397315</id><published>2009-07-29T18:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:02:09.151-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's missing deep down inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SnC-8WpTddI/AAAAAAAACXY/1GreE3MVtOo/s1600-h/3709398512_59243b3a1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SnC-8WpTddI/AAAAAAAACXY/1GreE3MVtOo/s320/3709398512_59243b3a1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363997100278511058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's missing deep down inside, and I don't know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;But it's making me so blue, and also you my angel.&lt;br /&gt;Our smile that once were full of life now it's only a fake one.&lt;br /&gt;Our shine that once were like the sun, now it's fading daily.&lt;br /&gt;God, what is wrong with us, what is wrong with us...&lt;br /&gt;Only the sound of the old songs are in the air while we look up the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;©Leonardo Martins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-6196989838358397315?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6196989838358397315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=6196989838358397315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6196989838358397315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6196989838358397315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/somethings-missing-deep-down-inside.html' title='Something&apos;s missing deep down inside'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SnC-8WpTddI/AAAAAAAACXY/1GreE3MVtOo/s72-c/3709398512_59243b3a1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-3156590646890953267</id><published>2009-07-28T11:44:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:24:00.271-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Download'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glee'/><title type='text'>Glee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sm8Q5O3CgDI/AAAAAAAACXI/zSqVcCkjMxE/s1600-h/glee-fox-show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sm8Q5O3CgDI/AAAAAAAACXI/zSqVcCkjMxE/s320/glee-fox-show.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363524256649084978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Mamma Mia! I thought would be difficult find something that would make me fell more happy and sing-a-long. And yesterday I had this wonderful surprise after I watched the pilot of &lt;a href="http://fox.com/glee"&gt;Glee.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new series from FOX, it's full of joy, life and has something that this last few years almost no one seems to believe, in the happines.&lt;br /&gt;The show only begins 16/07 but you meanwhile you can watch the pilot and listen to the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this great song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CFaSgUMWo_Y&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CFaSgUMWo_Y&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to download this song &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?0wznctgmauz"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-3156590646890953267?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3156590646890953267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=3156590646890953267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3156590646890953267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3156590646890953267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/glee.html' title='Glee'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sm8Q5O3CgDI/AAAAAAAACXI/zSqVcCkjMxE/s72-c/glee-fox-show.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-4304112425404657289</id><published>2009-07-20T10:00:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:00:53.597-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lighthouse'/><title type='text'>Chapter Ten – The Goodbye Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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And then we stop by in the famous restaurant Sea Hills beach house. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There my mom told me all about her relationship with Carl. That she was tired of him, but he was really aggressive, and had hurt her so much in this past months. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I told her that I was going to talk to him and help her, and she started crying and said to me to don’t do this. She was scary of what he’d do. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“He is a strange man, son. He can lose his mind so quick.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I heard those words I could barely stand sit. That man was a monster. My mom wasn’t a bad person and didn’t had to be with him, for God sake she wasn’t even married with him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I told her that tonight I’d have a talk with Carl. And she didn’t had to worry about nothing as Josh would be there too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Josh found our home quicker then I thought, and he came really earlier. I introduce him to my mom and they started talking about me, really weird, though was nice see that she was laughing with Josh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When Carl got home, was already almost 19:30. The food was placed in the table and the smell of home was in the air. He looked really surprised to see another man in the house, but didn’t asked a thing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“So, Carl, this is Josh, Dan’s boyfriend.” She said to Carl.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;His eyes pop-out so fast that looked like in those cartoons. Absolutely he just find out about me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Boyfriend?” He asked to my mom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Yeah. You didn’t understand?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“No. I just heard perfectly.” He said eating his fat pork ribs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The dinner was quiet after that. Just the sound of forks in the plate in the air.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After everybody finished, I walked into the kitchen to grab the pudim. Soon I was surprised with Carl.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Look boy, I don’t want to say this one more time, just grab your dirt things and get out of my house, and take with you your dirt friend. I don’t want people like you here.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said so faster and so angry that was difficult to understand. But I got the message. I wasn’t welcome in my mom’s house. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just turned my head down, and started talking.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Look, old man. – I said pausing. – For your information, this is my mom’s house. Not yours. And I won’t go away, like you said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You’ve been treating my mom like shit and I known that. She was afraid what you’d do with her, if she left you. You can believe how scared she is? And now you want me to go away? So you can hurt her again? I won’t let you do this. Is better you go to your old place, and left us her.” I finished, with tears in my eyes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He turned his head and left the kitchen. When I got in the dinner table, Josh was hugging&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;my mom. She was crying. Looks like they’ve heard my talk with Carl.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And then I saw Carl packing his clothes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The silence was quiet then ever, you could only hear the sound of Carl’s movement in the bedroom. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After ten minutes he yelled “Goodbye Ab, I hope you find your happiness”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Neither my mom nor I saw him again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The rest of the night was weird. We just sat in the sofa and looked each other’s face. The sadness was gone. And the wonder of the new was there now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;©Leonardo Martins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-4304112425404657289?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4304112425404657289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=4304112425404657289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/4304112425404657289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/4304112425404657289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-ten-goodbye-night.html' title='Chapter Ten – The Goodbye Night'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-3723913958531906520</id><published>2009-07-19T18:22:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T18:53:33.458-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SmOTKyNQSeI/AAAAAAAACXA/2BcI94rIIr8/s1600-h/ocean-dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SmOTKyNQSeI/AAAAAAAACXA/2BcI94rIIr8/s320/ocean-dreams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360289794986363362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream every day with a place that I know that I lived in.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know where it is, or how to get there.&lt;br /&gt;Trought the songs playin' on my radio, I just think, and rethink... I spend hours like this.&lt;br /&gt;The present isn't as I wanted to be, and then I think again and again. I'm almost there and then that fellin' it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I fell sad, sometimes happy. Sometimes I just don't know why I fell the way I fell, but deep in side I know, I've always known, I need to make this little move to get close to what I fell. I need to get out of this thing that I call life. I need to be brave, and then I came  back to the begining fellin' blue.  I take a deep breath and smile, just a smile to make me fell good. And then I wait, and wait for the new day to come, till I got the corage to make THE move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left this song here so you guys can have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bread - Make it with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/riBsOHkApmU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/riBsOHkApmU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey have you ever tried,&lt;br /&gt;Really reaching out for the other side?&lt;br /&gt;I may be climbing on rainbows&lt;br /&gt;But, baby here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams they're for those who sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Life is for us to keep,&lt;br /&gt;And if you're wond'ring&lt;br /&gt;What this song is leading to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make it with you&lt;br /&gt;I really think that we can make it girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you don't know me well,&lt;br /&gt;In ev'ry little thing only time will tell,&lt;br /&gt;If you believe the things that I do.&lt;br /&gt;And we'll see it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be short or long,&lt;br /&gt;Love can be right or wrong,&lt;br /&gt;And if I choose the one&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to help me through,&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make it with you&lt;br /&gt;I really think that we can make it girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you know that&lt;br /&gt;Dreams they're for those who sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Life is for us to keep&lt;br /&gt;And if I choose the one&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to help me through,&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make it with you&lt;br /&gt;I really think that we can make it girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-3723913958531906520?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3723913958531906520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=3723913958531906520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3723913958531906520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3723913958531906520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SmOTKyNQSeI/AAAAAAAACXA/2BcI94rIIr8/s72-c/ocean-dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-9189197321827393469</id><published>2009-07-15T17:08:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:51:16.882-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the half-blood prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sl5PPiNanhI/AAAAAAAACWA/o-uIupwzcrk/s1600-h/harry_potter_half_blood_prince_dumbledore_potter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sl5PPiNanhI/AAAAAAAACWA/o-uIupwzcrk/s320/harry_potter_half_blood_prince_dumbledore_potter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358807734917176850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sl5Oq5HC6tI/AAAAAAAACV4/iJcqPuYBZhU/s1600-h/DSC02996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sl5Oq5HC6tI/AAAAAAAACV4/iJcqPuYBZhU/s320/DSC02996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358807105409313490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the premier of Harry Potter and the half-blood prince, the sixth film of the series.&lt;br /&gt;When I got into the cinema, I felt really really happy, as I talked to old friends that I met in the others films, met new ones that are really nice and that will be in touch forever, and saw beautiful people too, really beautiful. :D&lt;br /&gt;I wore my t-shirt of Harry Potter and my blouse too. There were almost one hundred people, everyone crazy to see the newest film.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, that after it started, everyone screamed.&lt;br /&gt;The film, is the best one so far, everyone is more mature now, and the plot is really great, even with lots of things left behind, the film still good as if those things that only who read the book knows, don't really matter in this adaptation.&lt;br /&gt;The end of the film is really great, like the book, you see the true friendship of Harry, Hermione and Rony.&lt;br /&gt;I can' wait to see the last 2 films and have this precious time with this wonderful people.&lt;br /&gt;After all, no other film can gather so many people, happy people, to stay wake all the night to play, do cosplay, and enjoy the life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-9189197321827393469?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/9189197321827393469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=9189197321827393469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/9189197321827393469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/9189197321827393469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-and-half-blood-prince.html' title='Harry Potter and the half-blood prince'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sl5PPiNanhI/AAAAAAAACWA/o-uIupwzcrk/s72-c/harry_potter_half_blood_prince_dumbledore_potter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-3161437690557232874</id><published>2009-07-11T08:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T08:48:15.879-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Slh7wfTBzqI/AAAAAAAACVo/8BFSfrhZu5Y/s1600-h/mom_you_are_my_angel_card-p137570947977443755q6ay_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Slh7wfTBzqI/AAAAAAAACVo/8BFSfrhZu5Y/s320/mom_you_are_my_angel_card-p137570947977443755q6ay_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357167829722451618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   She's the one that makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the one that can put a light on my darkest day&lt;br /&gt;the one that I run wildly to&lt;br /&gt;the one I try to always take care&lt;br /&gt;the one that made me who I am right now&lt;br /&gt;the one that brought me to this world&lt;br /&gt;the one I'm thankful for everything&lt;br /&gt;You're my angel mom, and as you protected me in the darkest time, I will protect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-3161437690557232874?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3161437690557232874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=3161437690557232874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3161437690557232874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3161437690557232874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-angel.html' title='My Angel'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Slh7wfTBzqI/AAAAAAAACVo/8BFSfrhZu5Y/s72-c/mom_you_are_my_angel_card-p137570947977443755q6ay_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-2045847430772888106</id><published>2009-07-10T19:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:02:54.283-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><title type='text'>Prime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SlfymDnq6NI/AAAAAAAACVg/fwvBWABFJNY/s1600-h/prime-onesheet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SlfymDnq6NI/AAAAAAAACVg/fwvBWABFJNY/s320/prime-onesheet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357017017401141458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes in the afternoon I get a little nostalgic, and the films are the ones that cause this felling. Today Prime was the one. This romantic comedy, sometimes more romantic and others more comedy, it's a really nice film, that can make of your boring afternoon a lovely one.&lt;br /&gt;The story is about Rafi a 37 years old divorced woman, that meet this guy, Dan. They meet each other accidently and after that they start to hang out, after she finds out that Dan is 23 years old, she kind don't take the thing more serious, but she decide to give it a change. The only thing oddly into this relationship is that her therapist is the mom of Dan.&lt;br /&gt;A really sweet film that shows that the happines don't have age.&lt;br /&gt;And the end of the film it's really interesting. If you want to see a nice romance, don't hesitate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-2045847430772888106?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2045847430772888106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=2045847430772888106' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/2045847430772888106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/2045847430772888106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/prime.html' title='Prime'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SlfymDnq6NI/AAAAAAAACVg/fwvBWABFJNY/s72-c/prime-onesheet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-8222700830639157552</id><published>2009-07-09T14:03:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T14:29:35.358-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The moron society</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SlYoKCrftCI/AAAAAAAACUs/ptV-SRuKmQ4/s1600-h/cv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SlYoKCrftCI/AAAAAAAACUs/ptV-SRuKmQ4/s320/cv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356512959786890274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are surrounded for thousand of people and everyday we heard thousand of news of massive murders and that the world it's goin' to end, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Recently this thing happened with me, a close person in my family answered the phone and suddenly I heard screams coming from the living room, I came there to know what was going on and for my surprise he was discussing with the guy that accidently pressed the wrong number and dialled my home. After he hang up this friend, crazy as hell, picked the phone of the ID, and said that he'll go to the police station and pass the number as it could be someone from the jail. "Haven't you seen what says in the news? Lots of people are murder with wrong calls!"&lt;br /&gt;I got so mad with him of what he was coming up with, for god sake, I said to him "Haven't you never dialled a wrong number and accidently called to another number?, So I guess this make you a&lt;br /&gt;murder, am I right?"&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that he said was this :"I'm not that kind of person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I start to think, the population it's goin' mad, but themselves created this situation, and the most incredible thing is the power they've given to themselves to think they as the saint, the pure one, that never made anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that my friend'd make this kind of scene because someone dialled the wrong phone.&lt;br /&gt;And I finish this post with John Lennon's song, Imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XLgYAHHkPFs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XLgYAHHkPFs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                              Imagine there's no heave&lt;br /&gt;       It's easy if you try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No hell below us&lt;br /&gt;Above us only sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;br /&gt;Living for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine there's no countries&lt;br /&gt;It isn't hard to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to kill or die for&lt;br /&gt;And no religion too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;br /&gt;Living life in peace&lt;br /&gt;You may say,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;I hope some day&lt;br /&gt;You'll join us&lt;br /&gt;And the world will be as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine no possessions&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you can&lt;br /&gt;No need for greed or hunger&lt;br /&gt;A brotherhood of man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;br /&gt;Sharing all the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;I hope some day&lt;br /&gt;You'll join us&lt;br /&gt;And the world will be as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-8222700830639157552?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8222700830639157552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=8222700830639157552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/8222700830639157552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/8222700830639157552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/moron-society.html' title='The moron society'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SlYoKCrftCI/AAAAAAAACUs/ptV-SRuKmQ4/s72-c/cv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-9063417419746316019</id><published>2009-07-08T18:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:29:42.915-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome the NEW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SlUPqxrf39I/AAAAAAAACTQ/tBLn8VuvHkc/s1600-h/OpenArms2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SlUPqxrf39I/AAAAAAAACTQ/tBLn8VuvHkc/s320/OpenArms2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356204559391776722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a different point of view at my life after some weeks, I became a different person. My soul it's more strong, and the way I looked at my life changed. I ain't that old me anymore. That person is gone and now I had this new phase of my life and I'm with open arms to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left this song by Tina Turner - Open Arms that it's really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_U_McKmhT6Y&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_U_McKmhT6Y&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me no questions&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you no lies&lt;br /&gt;Come to me when you're down&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you friendly advice&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your avenue, your trusting ear&lt;br /&gt;Release your deepest secrets&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sincere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an age old situation&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;Whatever life throws at you&lt;br /&gt;Your friend is here&lt;br /&gt;Right by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love leaves you cold&lt;br /&gt;Lies have been told&lt;br /&gt;I will be there with my open arms&lt;br /&gt;Hurting inside&lt;br /&gt;Please don't hide the pain&lt;br /&gt;I will be there with my open arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open arms, open arms, open arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;I been there myself&lt;br /&gt;Promises withstand&lt;br /&gt;They left me for someone else&lt;br /&gt;Then the tables turn&lt;br /&gt;A lesson I had to learn&lt;br /&gt;I can't point my fingers cuz&lt;br /&gt;Girls, my fingers have been burned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an age old situation&lt;br /&gt;The message is clear&lt;br /&gt;Whatever life throws at you&lt;br /&gt;Your friend is here&lt;br /&gt;Right by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love leaves you cold&lt;br /&gt;Lies have been told&lt;br /&gt;I will be there with my open arms&lt;br /&gt;Hurting inside&lt;br /&gt;Please don't hide the pain&lt;br /&gt;I will be there with my open arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an age old situation&lt;br /&gt;The message is clear&lt;br /&gt;Whatever life throws at you&lt;br /&gt;Your friend is here&lt;br /&gt;Right by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love leaves you cold&lt;br /&gt;Lies have been told&lt;br /&gt;I will be there with my open arms&lt;br /&gt;Hurting inside&lt;br /&gt;Please don't hide the pain&lt;br /&gt;I will be there with my open arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love leaves you cold&lt;br /&gt;Lies have been told&lt;br /&gt;I will be there with my open arms&lt;br /&gt;Hurting inside&lt;br /&gt;Please don't hide the pain&lt;br /&gt;I will be there with my open arms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-9063417419746316019?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/9063417419746316019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=9063417419746316019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/9063417419746316019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/9063417419746316019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-new.html' title='Welcome the NEW'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SlUPqxrf39I/AAAAAAAACTQ/tBLn8VuvHkc/s72-c/OpenArms2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-2811999499762167495</id><published>2009-06-14T15:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:59:17.867-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I need.?.</title><content type='html'>I need something. And I don't know what it is. Something inside me, is missing, and I need to find it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-2811999499762167495?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2811999499762167495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=2811999499762167495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/2811999499762167495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/2811999499762167495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-do-i-need.html' title='What do I need.?.'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-5839144978330870924</id><published>2009-05-21T20:31:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:42:48.923-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lighthouse'/><title type='text'>Chapter Nine - Home sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CWindows%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;The good thing about weekends is that you have two days to you. You can rest. Travel, stay home, or just came back to your home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;Why I was driving the way home I felt really strange. Every place I drive by I had been there. I had had so many adventures in that city. Sea Tiger was a small city. Had this beautiful lake in the entrance, and almost in the end of the city you catch the road to beach curve, almost ten minutes from Sea Tiger. I lived there 14 years. And I haven’t been there almost two year. After my mom started dating Carl I haven’t been there lately, not that I don’t like the guy, but my mom had a stressful time with my father. And now that she’d find peace I’m letting her have it alone. But I miss her a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Today was really great. The sun came out and wasn’t so cold. I stopped on Jessie’s pancakes. The best pancakes I’ve ever eat. Seriously I’ve never eat something like those. They must have a secret ingredient.&lt;br /&gt;I bought the best ones. Pancakes with strawberry and chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About five minutes later I got home. The house looked the same. The green paint in the entrance was just a little old, but the white fence around the house still as usually, shining.&lt;br /&gt;I parked the car, and rang the doorbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Son!” My mom said happy – “I miss you! My Gosh look at you! You’ve grown more!”&lt;br /&gt;“I miss you too mom!” I said and gave her a hug – “Do you think? I believe I got fat…”  I said laughing.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t be silly! Came in son.” She said going inside. The house has changed a little bit, first that had lots of Carl’s photos with mom around the house, and their new cat, Mia. Adorable cat.&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen is the only room that stills the same. My mom walked into my room. And I had a big surprise when I saw it. – “I left it just like you did. So when you came in again you’d have it just like you left it.” She said with tears in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks mom!” I said crying. I gave her a big hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I unpacked my things, my mom and I went to the kitchen to make dinner. Carl’d be home in one hour. And is their routine have dinner at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;My mom told me that Carl gave her a wedding gift. A trip to Paris. Two weeks. She was really happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;I was happy for her too. Finally she found her soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;“But and you son, tell me about you. How’s things there in the store?”&lt;br /&gt;“It’s really great mom! Richard told me that he’ll make me vice-president of the store soon. I can’t wait to see this day.”&lt;br /&gt;“Congratulations son! I’m so proud!”&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks mom!” I said. “Mom, I have to tell you something…”&lt;br /&gt;“What it is honey?”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m dating.”&lt;br /&gt;“Really? That’s wonderful honey!” She said hugging me.&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks mom…,” – I said smiling. I was trying to find a way to tell her that I was gay, but I couldn’t came up with something nice. – “He’s name is Josh.” I finally said after a minute hugging my mom.&lt;br /&gt;“You know honey, I’ve always knew about you, and I love you. And I’m happy that you had found someone. I hope he’s a nice guy.” She said to me, kissing my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t surprised. As I thought, she always knew. But was really nice know that she is happy for me.&lt;br /&gt;I told her all about Josh, and how we met. I told about Joe and his restaurant in the beach. She really loved the idea of meeting him. And after a while Carl got home.&lt;br /&gt;Carl hasn’t change much since my last visit. He still using his dark hair, and he’s green eyes were the same – as if they could change, - the only thing is that his get a little weight.&lt;br /&gt;“Ab, I’m home!” He said loudly after he opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;“Here in the kitchen Carl!” She also said loudly. Maybe they had this thing of scream trough the house, if that was true, was a really weird hobby.&lt;br /&gt;“Dan, my boy!” He said after he saw me – “You’ve grown Youngman!” Again loudly.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh. The next one that says this I would scream. I haven’t grown. Isn’t this obvious?&lt;br /&gt;“You must be forgetting things Carl!” I said laughing to him. “I haven’t grown. I have the same size…”&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe you’re wrong.” He still with the talking.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah.. MayBE.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner wasn’t nice; Carl decided to talk about the things that have changed in me. “He now is with this beard, and didn’t had this accent.” He and my mom talked about his topics and when it was finished he started a new one. “And your eyes. You didn’t had those tired eyes boy. You’ve been work till late?” And then I had to explain thousand times. No… no… and NO.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe was me but Carl was a pain in the ass now. Gladly the dinner didn’t last long. As many idiot hobbies Carl had to sleep before eleven. And this include had his bath before ten. I don’t know how mom still living with this idiot.&lt;br /&gt;I left the two talking about me and went to my room. I finished unpacking my things. Grab the phone and dilled Josh’s.&lt;br /&gt;The maid answered the phone and then passed the phone to him.&lt;br /&gt;“Good night my love.” I said to him.&lt;br /&gt;“Good night to you too.” He said with his normal voice. I thought it was a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;“How are you?.” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Not ok… I don’t have you here.” He said laughing. I could imagine the crooked smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry I will get home soon.” I said laughing. “Now really. Is everything ok?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah. I had a little problem yesterday, sorry about the phone thing, I hate when someone hangs up suddenly.”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry, but now is everything ok?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah. Was my father as usual…. But tell me. How’s things back home?”&lt;br /&gt;“Strangely… I hate my mom’s boyfriend.”&lt;br /&gt;He laughed so much and then said – “This is natural… Fell angry about that.”&lt;br /&gt;“No. Really Josh. He wasn’t so idiot… His like a retarded. He has his life based on time. He has to sleep before eleven, and eat before seven, and…”&lt;br /&gt;“Stop. Before you have a heart attack.” He said. “Relax. Have a nice night. And you’ll see that tomorrow will be a really nice day.”&lt;br /&gt;“I hope you’re right.”&lt;br /&gt;“I really miss you Dan.” He said seriously.&lt;br /&gt;“I miss you too Josh.”&lt;br /&gt;“Love you.” He said.&lt;br /&gt;“Love you.” I said and then he hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning after boring Carl left to work my mom and I had our breakfast without looking at the clock and I talked to her about Carl’s behavior. She said that he has changed a little bit about a year ago. But that she still loves him.&lt;br /&gt;Even that she hates this strange obsession with the hours.&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I really think this a stupid thing, and that she’d to tell him about this. “Is not heath mom.” I said to her.&lt;br /&gt;She promised to me to talk with him.&lt;br /&gt;  My cell phone rang, was Josh.&lt;br /&gt;“Hello Josh.”&lt;br /&gt;“Hello Dan, Good morning!”&lt;br /&gt;“Good morning!”&lt;br /&gt;“Can you make a favor to me?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah.”&lt;br /&gt;“Go to the lighthouse and grab a black bag in the sofa upstairs?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, but and what about the key?”&lt;br /&gt;“Have a key under the carpet.”&lt;br /&gt;“Ok. I’ll go there.”&lt;br /&gt;“Love you.”&lt;br /&gt;“Love you too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to my mom that I’d go to the lighthouse and then we could go to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t remember of any bag left in the sofa. I thought.&lt;br /&gt;At least this little escape from my mom’s house was making me good.&lt;br /&gt;See the streets again of Sea Hills was really nice, and I could see the old stores I used to go.&lt;br /&gt;The old video shop, Allen’s, still there. “That bag can wait a little.” I said after I saw Sookie, my old friend. She was in the video shop. I parked the car and walked in.&lt;br /&gt;She hasn’t change much. She still had her short dark hair. Her Japanese eyes still shining, and her big smile, that smile could make you rise up from the ground in a blink of eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“Hello stranger!.” I said to her. She turned her head and then realized who said that. – “I can’t believe! Dan!” She said giving me a hug.&lt;br /&gt;“What are you doing here?”&lt;br /&gt;“You want the truth or just an idiot answer?” I said laughing.&lt;br /&gt;“The truth”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m a fugitive. I escaped from the aliens.”&lt;br /&gt;“Right… Now the idiot answer…”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m visiting my mom.”&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve seen her last week. She looks tired, doesn’t she?”&lt;br /&gt;“Kinda of.”&lt;br /&gt;“I guess you don’t know about me, do you?” She asked.&lt;br /&gt;“What?”&lt;br /&gt;“Wait here…” She said enter into the child session.&lt;br /&gt;Then she came back with a little boy in her arms. “Dan, this is Bob. My son.”&lt;br /&gt;“I can believe Sookie! God. He’s beautiful!” The little Bob must have three years old. Had a long hair and her eyes. Also her beautiful smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked a little more. And she invited me to visit her house the next night. I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;Today I’d have a normal meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to the lighthouse, it was almost ten. The weather changed and got cold. I get there very soon. I parked the car in the same place Josh did the last time.&lt;br /&gt;As he said, there was a key under the carpet. I walked in the house. Oddly was really cozy there.&lt;br /&gt;I got upstairs and had this wonderful surprise. Josh was standing in the bed.&lt;br /&gt;When he saw me, he gave me his beautiful crooked smile. “Why you took so long my love?.” He asked me with a British accent.&lt;br /&gt;“My fault.” I said jumping into his arms. – “I met my old friend, and we started talking. Can you believe she has a child?.” I said kissing him.&lt;br /&gt;“Really?” He said kissing me back. His warm breath was getting me hypnotized.&lt;br /&gt;“Hum…” I said. And continued kissing him. We stood there for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;He looked more incredible handsome as usually. His eyes were so blue and his smile was inviting me to his mouth. His perfume was making me going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;“I wish we could live here forever.” I said looking into his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“Me too.” He said kissing my hair.&lt;br /&gt;We lay down looking to the roof.&lt;br /&gt;“What you’re gonna do tonight?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know. I think I’ll go home. Why?”&lt;br /&gt;“Do you wanna come to my mom’s house? It’s really boring there now with her boyfriend.”&lt;br /&gt;“You didn’t said he was a nice guy?”&lt;br /&gt;“He was.” I took a deep breath. – “Now he’s a jerk.”&lt;br /&gt;“What he did?”&lt;br /&gt;“A lot of idiot things. I said to my mom what I think about him and she said she really love him. The strange is that when I talked to Sookie, she said that my mom looks really sad.”&lt;br /&gt;“Strange.” He said.&lt;br /&gt;“A lot.”&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll go then” He said looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;“Really?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeap!”&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks!” I kiss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there a little more and then I came back home. I had to go to the beach with mom.&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;©Leonardo Martins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-5839144978330870924?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5839144978330870924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=5839144978330870924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5839144978330870924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5839144978330870924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-nine-home-sweet-home.html' title='Chapter Nine - Home sweet Home'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-3803642379606077390</id><published>2009-05-18T19:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:44:00.588-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lighthouse'/><title type='text'>Chapter Eight - Going back to the world part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Good Morning Dan!” Kirsten said to me with her usually morning smile.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Kiki. Good.” I said. “How are you?” I asked kindly.&lt;br /&gt;“Good… actually perfect! I just met someone and I tell you,…”She said happy. “He’s so damn hot! And nice, and well I think we can put a date to our couple date.” She said smiling.&lt;br /&gt;“Nice…” I said smiling. Now she will talk about this date the hole day.&lt;br /&gt;“Ah!” She said. “Before I forget, Pete called. He wants to talk to you. I said you’d call him.”&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks Kiki.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather today was strange. The sky was dark gray, and was raining. Really cold. In the office everyone was with blouses, and the smell of coffee in the air was making me hungry.&lt;br /&gt;I made some stuffs I had to do and then I called Peter.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Dan!” Peter said.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Pete! How are you?”&lt;br /&gt;“Fine, and you?”&lt;br /&gt;“Fine too.”&lt;br /&gt;“You’ve been kidnapped or something?” He said laughing.&lt;br /&gt;“No why?” I said.&lt;br /&gt;“You never call.. never showed up here… Is everything ok?” He asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Of course it is. And you also didn’t call or show up ..”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah… My fault. But what have you done lately?” He asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Not much, but I met someone.”&lt;br /&gt;“Really?” He said loudly. I bet if there was someone close to me would hear it.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, why the surprise Pete?”&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing. I need to know this woman…. I mean you never talk about your dates..”&lt;br /&gt;I just laugh. I wasn’t in the mood to tell him about Josh, and especially about me.&lt;br /&gt;“So I called you so we could make something this weekend.”&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry Pete… my mom called inviting me to her house and I can’t say no.”&lt;br /&gt;“Hum. Ok, but Monday then?” He asked.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know, I call you, ok?” I said.&lt;br /&gt;“Ok…”&lt;br /&gt;“And Ashley? Are you guys still together?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah man, she’s wonderful! You need to meet her. She’s so funny!”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah. I bet she is.”&lt;br /&gt;“I know!. We could hang out together, I mean… Ashley and I, and you and… sorry I didn’t ask her name, what’s her name Dan?”&lt;br /&gt;“Her name…?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah…”&lt;br /&gt;“I won’t tell her name…” I said trying to laugh, but it didn’t work out very well.&lt;br /&gt;“Come on man! It’s not funny!” He said.&lt;br /&gt;“Is better this way, and first I want you to met hi.. the person alone.”&lt;br /&gt;“All… right.. well I have to go Dan. But was good to talk to you! And I’m so happy for you man!”&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks Pete. I’m happy too, and I’m happy for Ashley too. We talk Monday!”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time that I lied to Pete. We’ve been friends since ever and I never had to lie to him. I needed to tell him, but I really wasn’t in the mood. I needed coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the kitchen making my coffee, it looks like I wasn’t the only one with hungry here, and then Richard walked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Dan!” He said.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Richard. How are you?”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m fine and you my boy?”&lt;br /&gt;“Fine too…”&lt;br /&gt;“Crazy isn’t? The weather?” He asked with his forced smile.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah… Not much. Yesterday I was in the beach and was pretty much like today…”&lt;br /&gt;“You went to the beach?” He asked curious. “Then you don’t know why you get ill.” He said nodding his head.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry… I didn’t were in the beach… I was in this restaurant in the beach.”&lt;br /&gt;“Well. Still a beach.”  He said angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why but Richard always had this parental thing with me. He is always trying to make sure I don’t get hurt. Is strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry Richard… seriously.” My coffee was ready and so I left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My office now had the scent of coffee, and that was really cozy. Strangely Kiki didn’t visit me once, and I had the all noon free to work without being interrupted, though Richard came to see if I haven’t died two times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was 17:30 and I turned my pc off. Cleaned my office and went to Kiki’s table. She wasn’t there. I asked about her to Patricia, the cleaning lady that she used to talk, and she said Kiki left earlier because she had a date. Probably was the guy she talked in the morning. I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Kiki wasn’t there I went home. In the way I stopped in the market and bought red bulls and some cokes.&lt;br /&gt;I came home earlier then I thought. The traffic wasn’t terrible as usually.&lt;br /&gt;I put the red bulls and the cokes in the fridge, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t took so long, as I was crazy to call Josh. I put my pjs and grab the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took  a while to answer the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good night love.” I said.&lt;br /&gt;“Good night love.” He answered.&lt;br /&gt;“Is this a bad time?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;“No.”&lt;br /&gt;“So how was your day?”&lt;br /&gt;“Boring… I had this couple here in the diner that pissed me off. They took ten minutes to choose a juice. And then another ten to the next juice. I was going crazy.”&lt;br /&gt;I laugh about it. It looked pretty much boring.&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry to hear this. My day was strangely normal.”&lt;br /&gt;“How you mean strangely normal?” He asked curious.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know… Kiki was so strange. After I said yesterday to her that I had a date she started acting strangely. And this morning she said she had met this hot guy. And then she left early, something that she never does.”&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe she’s angry with you, and is trying to make you fell bad. Don’t worry.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah…And about tomorrow. You came out with something?”&lt;br /&gt;“Nope. And you?”&lt;br /&gt;“Me too. I’ll call my mom next. And if you go after this thing?” I asked hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;“I haven’t thought about it. But I don’t know. You really want me to go?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes…. No…. I mean you can go if you want, don’t need to go because me. I would be very happy. But if you had another plans don’t cancel them because of me.”&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll see what I do. I promise. I have to go Dan. Sorry, love you.”&lt;br /&gt;“I love you too.” But he had hang up before I said those words.&lt;br /&gt;Did I do something that he didn’t like? Or he was having troubles, or he was just tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mom and she got very happy with the news of me going there. “I thought you wouldn’t come.” She said to me.&lt;br /&gt;I drank one red bull and went to bed। Tomorrow I'd have to get up earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;©Leonardo Martins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-3803642379606077390?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3803642379606077390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=3803642379606077390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3803642379606077390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3803642379606077390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-eight-going-back-to-world-part.html' title='Chapter Eight - Going back to the world part 2'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-772403529918116469</id><published>2009-05-17T16:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:15:40.252-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ShBiPIxDYmI/AAAAAAAACPA/ZpyFcAoxUWc/s1600-h/3365996485_e902fb34aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ShBiPIxDYmI/AAAAAAAACPA/ZpyFcAoxUWc/s320/3365996485_e902fb34aa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336873570624823906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there.. right? I mean, this is my home. But I don't fell like my.&lt;br /&gt;He is there, like always. Watchin' tv, with his idiot face, sometimes I just want to make his disapper, I have to control myself.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-772403529918116469?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/772403529918116469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=772403529918116469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/772403529918116469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/772403529918116469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/05/start.html' title='Start'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ShBiPIxDYmI/AAAAAAAACPA/ZpyFcAoxUWc/s72-c/3365996485_e902fb34aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-139273514677191331</id><published>2009-05-16T13:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:29:02.575-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Barking at the Moon by Jenny Lewis</title><content type='html'>I love this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8xDgw5ROfeM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8xDgw5ROfeM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-139273514677191331?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/139273514677191331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=139273514677191331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/139273514677191331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/139273514677191331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/05/barking-at-moon-by-jenny-lewis.html' title='Barking at the Moon by Jenny Lewis'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-2611292761122798625</id><published>2009-05-16T13:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:26:14.990-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lighthouse'/><title type='text'>Chapter Eight - Going back to the world</title><content type='html'>I woke up with Josh beside me. We must have fallen asleep after the film.&lt;br /&gt;He was looking at me with his crooked smile, his eyes were shining as the sun was all around the room telling us that the day has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning, silly boy." Josh said softly.&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning, little Josh." I said smiling.&lt;br /&gt;"You sleep like a stone Dan..." He said laughing.&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry.."I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be. I like watching you sleep." He said.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed sometime just looking to each other. It felt great wake up with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now we have to you, you have to go to your job and I have to go back home, and grab my clothes and go to the mall." Josh said putting his jeans.&lt;br /&gt;"I wish we could stay here forever." I said getting up the bed.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't wish this. We have plenty places to visit." He said with his crooked smile.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. Talking about that, would you go with me tomorrow to the beach?."&lt;br /&gt;"I hope I can go. I have this family thing in the morning, you could go with me, what you think?." He asked.&lt;br /&gt;"I promissed my mom... And plus I was thinking to go in the morning." I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Great! I thought. We wouldn't see each other tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's see what we can do, we have the all day to figure out something." Josh said.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah." I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our breakfast in the cafe of the corner. And then Josh left to his house and I went to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ©Leonardo Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-2611292761122798625?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2611292761122798625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=2611292761122798625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/2611292761122798625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/2611292761122798625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-eight-going-back-to-world.html' title='Chapter Eight - Going back to the world'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-4889384513523475172</id><published>2009-05-15T19:20:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:10:42.409-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lighthouse'/><title type='text'>Chapter Seven - At last... him part 6</title><content type='html'>"I love you too my love." I said kissing him.&lt;br /&gt;"So, I think you wanna know about Joe.?" Josh asked me.&lt;br /&gt;"If you wanna tell me. I would be glad." I answer.&lt;br /&gt;"Well. I lied a little bit to you... My mom and dad aren't the happiest couple. And that diner isn't like I said to you. I mean, it's true the way my parents met and married. And about the diner too. But my father and I haven't speak a long time. After he find out about me he said I wasn't more his son. My mom suddenly started having a affair with a friend of the family and my father with a secretary. Is like everyone went wild. Joe here, was one of the babysitters that I told you. He almost raised me. He came to our house when I was 5 and since then we became best friends.&lt;br /&gt;He was the first to know about me. I like to call him my father.&lt;br /&gt;Joe came from Brazil and is a chef. His dream has been have a restaurant close to the sea. So I started working to my father, and then after a year I gave this restaurant to him. This isn't much as he gave me so much and this restaurant is nothing compared with all the things he has done to me. "&lt;br /&gt;"Wow." I said to him. After I listen to every word of his true story."I'm really glad you told me the true. I'm really am. You trused me. And I'm sorry about your father and your mother. And Joe seems to be a really nice guy. And no&lt;br /&gt;w I can understand the brazillian song playing here." I said and took a deep breath. "And why he named the restaurant Wings of Tomorrow?" I asked curious.&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you may ask this." Josh said laughing. "We talked a lot of what we would do after we had our freedom. And as we talked a lot of the future he decided to named the restaurant Wings of Tomorrow, as now, "We're gonna live only the present little Josh" Joe said to me the day he opened the restaurant." He said looking to me with his beatiful blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's the food" Joe said loudly.&lt;br /&gt;He was bringing a beatiful dish with moqueca de camarão. A wonderful brazillian dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was great. And I had a wonderful time there. Joe told me some storys about Josh and him. I really loved it. He told me that every month there's a special day in the restaurant where the brazilians living here came to spent some time there. It's called A brasilian day in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;He makes lots of brazilian food and has this band playing mpb. It's seems nice. We were invited to this month.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed there about two hours and then we went home, as started getting really cold and as Joe said earlier, the wind was pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really loved here Josh" I said to him really happy. We were almost close to the exit of the beach.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm glad you did. Dan." He said with his perfect crooked smile. "So. What we're gonna do now?"&lt;br /&gt;"I was thinking to rent a movie and go home, what you think?." I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"It sounds great!." He said."What film?"&lt;br /&gt;"I now the perfect one!" I said with my evil smile.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, mr. I know best."Josh said laughing. "Don't forget that I'm the one with the surprises." He continued laughing.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry.. I would never do such thing." I laugh too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped in the video shop and I went there by myself as I wanted to make a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Then we stopped in the McDonnalds and bought some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what is about this film?." Josh asked why I was putting the dvd on the dvd player.&lt;br /&gt;"About today." I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Today?." He said confused.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey. Soon you'll see."&lt;br /&gt;I lied in the bed with him. I turned the lights off and pressed play.&lt;br /&gt;Soon Woman on Top started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really nice see this film once again, specially now that I pratically have met someone with almost the same story in the film. Josh really loved the film. And said that he had never seen this film or heard about it.&lt;br /&gt;We spent the rest of the day there, eating, chatting, and watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;And that felling I had in the morning, was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-4889384513523475172?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4889384513523475172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=4889384513523475172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/4889384513523475172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/4889384513523475172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-seven-at-last-him-part-6.html' title='Chapter Seven - At last... him part 6'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-213857833764642773</id><published>2009-05-15T17:59:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:15:29.426-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lighthouse'/><title type='text'>Chapter Seven - At last... him part 5</title><content type='html'>He kissed me so much that took my breath away. We stood there, with the car parked in the middle of the 5th avenue, kissing. Were like those moments in those romantic films where everything stops. It's just you and the other person. In this case, Josh and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I guess I'll have to change my plans.. We need to go to a better place, don't you think?" Josh asked with his crooked smile.&lt;br /&gt;"That's up to you... I would be ok just stay here with you." I said kissing him.&lt;br /&gt;"Well we can do this later. In your house... Let's go to this place close to the sea, has been a while since my last visit there, but I think still lovely as it usually." He said confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment was playing Get Here by Brenda Russell. I could fell like in the song. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't care how you get here. Just get here if you can. &lt;/span&gt;I need Josh like in the song. He was now officially part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't took so long to we get in the sea. Before you enter there you pass trought this lots of trees and then drive a long path in the sand. After a five minutes you can see the sea and the little restaurants and lots of chairs and tables across the place.&lt;br /&gt;The rain has stoped but was really cold. The wild was quite wild and there wasn't lots of people there. As the weather here is crazy some people don't mind to visit the beach with wind and rain. I'm part of this group of people.&lt;br /&gt;The beach has this thing that I can't explain. Just that makes me very happy. See the waves crash, and feel the breeze. Is really something that makes me fell good.&lt;br /&gt;And now I had Josh. That looks like is a beach lover like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He parked the car close to the end of the "street" of restaurants. Close to this tiny restaurant called Wings of Tomorrow,  quite strange to name a restaurant with this kind of name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey little Josh! I can't believe you deciced to come visit us!." Said a old man, about 60 years, with white hair, darked skin, and very short.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Joe! Do you think I would forget you?." Josh said laughing.&lt;br /&gt;"Of course not, little Josh. I was just joking!" Joe said. "You've grown little Josh. Now isn't funny call you little Josh." He said with a huge laugh.&lt;br /&gt;"You can always call me little Josh Joe. Yeah... I've grown. Sorry. I haven't been around lately. It's my fault. But I think this problem is solved now." Josh said.&lt;br /&gt;"And who's this lovely boy." Joe apointed to me.&lt;br /&gt;"My God! Sorry Joe, this is Dan. My boyfriend." Josh said happy.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi!" I said really shy.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi!" He waved to me. "What's your name boy?."&lt;br /&gt;"Daniel."  I said. Coming closer to him.&lt;br /&gt;"Well Daniel, I'm Joe, and just to you know, you're dating a wonderful boy. I known Josh since he was a little kid. And boy I got tell you. He is really great! I'm really happy for him that he finally found someone." He said with tears in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I was confuse now. This Joe must be something more then just a friend to him. I mean, we've been boyfriend about a thirty minutes and he was the first person to know, and then he tells me that he knows Josh since he was a little kid. And is happy for us. This is something hard to see.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks Joe. And I'm more then happy with Josh, he's now my life." I said happy looking to Josh.&lt;br /&gt;"Good to know son." Joe said smiling. "Well let's come inside. Soon the wind will get pretty bad." He said asking us to enter the restaurant. Was really cozy inside, had 6 tables and lots of pictures of old people in the wall. Was really beatiful. Had a brazillian song playing. If I was right the song was Águas de Março.&lt;br /&gt;The light there was really cozy too. You could chill out there.&lt;br /&gt;Josh and I sit in the table with the view to the sea. He put his hand in mine. And with his crooked smile said : "I love you my love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-213857833764642773?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/213857833764642773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=213857833764642773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/213857833764642773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/213857833764642773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-eight-at-last-him-part-5.html' title='Chapter Seven - At last... him part 5'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-3337097399756875526</id><published>2009-05-15T11:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:15:56.170-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lighthouse'/><title type='text'>Chapter Seven - At last... him part 4</title><content type='html'>We were in his SUV in the third street, it was almost 1 p.m. The day was perfect, had some rain and the wind was cozy. A perfect day!&lt;br /&gt;We were listen to a cd that Josh had burned. Had nice love songs, most of them old ones. He was beatiful today. His eyes were more blue then usually. He had this new perfum (so I thought as I never met him with this smell) but was really good. He was with a cap and a long T-shirt with a blue Levi's jeans. I stared him for a while, like if I was trying to burn all his photos in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! Are you ok?" Josh asked mocking me.&lt;br /&gt;"No... I'm getting your disease" I said laughing. "Of course I'm ok! I was just looking how beatiful you are today."&lt;br /&gt;"Stop lying Dan. I'm not beatiful."&lt;br /&gt;"Of course you are! And I was thinking... You're looking like my prince charming, if I have one. Well if I would have one. It would have to be you" I said laughing.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks silly boy" He said. "So.. After the restaurent what you wanna do?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. What you were thinking?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know ... Say something"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have nothing in mind now. Maybe later... Or we could just... I don't know.. Walk."&lt;br /&gt;"Walk?" He asked surprised.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. You don't like to walk?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No. I mean. I do!"&lt;br /&gt;"So..."&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing. We can walk then. But where?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I gave a tip. Don't think I have all the answers." I said laughing.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok. I'll think of somewhere."&lt;br /&gt;"So Is this place too far? I'm starving." I said.&lt;br /&gt;"No. We're almost there."&lt;br /&gt;"You know... I was thinking. Remember that I said last week that I had to go with my mom to that beach?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;"Well. I have to go this weekend. And I was thinking... Do you wanna came?"&lt;br /&gt;"Really? I mean... Isn't this a mother/son thing?"&lt;br /&gt;"No.. Just to see her. It's been a while. And I was thinking to introduce you to my mom. As you know..."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't get it, maybe if you be more specific." Josh said.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok. I was thinking a cool way to ask to you this. And I think this is the moment.... Josh, do you wanna be my boyfriend?" I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;"Of my Gosh! Of course Dan!!!" He said parking the car, and then turned his head to me, he had his perfect crooked smile and his eyes were shining like mine. He kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-3337097399756875526?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3337097399756875526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=3337097399756875526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3337097399756875526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3337097399756875526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-eight-at-last-him-part-4.html' title='Chapter Seven - At last... him part 4'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-6607381325207241765</id><published>2009-05-15T11:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:09:35.210-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolt'/><title type='text'>Bolt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sg13BsAUh_I/AAAAAAAACOY/wavv2lvEIBQ/s1600-h/bolt-movie-poster.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sg13BsAUh_I/AAAAAAAACOY/wavv2lvEIBQ/s320/bolt-movie-poster.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336052004379985906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this film! Specially the cat. Mittens. She's so funny and sarcastic and has a sad story. But the film is really excellent! And there's the song Barking at the moon, that is really great! If you wanna download it&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?b30t0byol44"&gt; click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you haven't seen Bolt. Go see it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-6607381325207241765?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6607381325207241765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=6607381325207241765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6607381325207241765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6607381325207241765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/05/bolt.html' title='Bolt'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sg13BsAUh_I/AAAAAAAACOY/wavv2lvEIBQ/s72-c/bolt-movie-poster.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-5759190040859825492</id><published>2009-05-15T10:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:04:59.689-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The art of racing in the rain'/><title type='text'>The art of racing in the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sg11GdnTKmI/AAAAAAAACOI/lsBNc2wU7X0/s1600-h/41Hn9Qp282L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sg11GdnTKmI/AAAAAAAACOI/lsBNc2wU7X0/s320/41Hn9Qp282L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336049887393032802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another book with a great story. This time the book from &lt;a href="http://www.garthstein.com/"&gt;Garth Stein&lt;/a&gt;. He wrote a wonderful story about this dog that loves F1, and is crazy to became human. Enzo, the dog in the story is a lovely dog and makes you cry and laugh ( specially with the zebra). It's really worth reading.&lt;br /&gt;And also that he talks about Brazil sometimes haha.&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna visit the web site from the book &lt;a href="http://www.garthstein.com/racing/"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you wanna listen to the song created to Enzo &lt;a href="http://www.garthstein.com/media/video/enzos_song.php"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-5759190040859825492?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5759190040859825492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=5759190040859825492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5759190040859825492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5759190040859825492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/05/art-of-racing-in-rain.html' title='The art of racing in the rain'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sg11GdnTKmI/AAAAAAAACOI/lsBNc2wU7X0/s72-c/41Hn9Qp282L._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-5292800349968546533</id><published>2009-05-12T21:22:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:15:47.953-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lighthouse'/><title type='text'>Chapter Seven- At last... him part 3</title><content type='html'>I stayed in the sofa until Josh got home.&lt;br /&gt;My house wasn't perfect as his but who cares. I thought. I wasn't in the mood to clean it up. He wouldn't care too if the house wasn't clean. I thought. Well I wasn't to good with thoughts today.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't took so long to come home. About twenty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;The doorbell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Josh." I said kissing him.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Dan." He said kissing me back.&lt;br /&gt;"So what's going on? Are you ok?" He asked after we kissed a little.&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing... really. Just you know... I was felling alone... Missing you. I thought you wouldn't came and never talk to me. My God I sound pathetic.."&lt;br /&gt;"You aren't pathetic! And I would never do this Dan. Only if you ask me too."&lt;br /&gt;"No! I would never ask you to do something like this... I can't see my life without you in it. Is like you're part of me. You can't walk out."&lt;br /&gt;"So let's not talk more about this. Ok? I want to have a perfect day only the two of us." He said kissing me.&lt;br /&gt;"Well... - I said slowly. - Me too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Gilmore Girls for about one hour and then we decided to go to a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;"I know the perfect place to us" He said with mistery in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"Let me see... You won't tell me. It's surprise?"&lt;br /&gt;"I think I have shown much of me that day on the lighthouse" He said laughing.&lt;br /&gt;"I think you did..." I said kissing him while we walked out of the apartement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-5292800349968546533?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5292800349968546533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=5292800349968546533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5292800349968546533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5292800349968546533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-eight-at-last-him-part-3.html' title='Chapter Seven- At last... him part 3'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-3976710785012406279</id><published>2009-05-12T12:11:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:11:17.274-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top 6'/><title type='text'>Top 6 - Cds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SgmR6fVEMZI/AAAAAAAACMs/egmd_yX1ZLw/s1600-h/Sem+T%C3%ADtulo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SgmR6fVEMZI/AAAAAAAACMs/egmd_yX1ZLw/s320/Sem+T%C3%ADtulo-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334955667625357714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my top 6 cds.&lt;br /&gt;They are the ones I'll listen for the rest of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click in each cd image to buy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kingsofconvenience.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kingsofconvenience.com/"&gt;1°  Kings of Convenience - Riot on an empty street&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Riot-Empty-Street-Kings-Convenience/dp/B00026W82U/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1242146945&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SgmoXHdZ1oI/AAAAAAAACM0/DuRDQhfidOc/s320/KingsOfConvenience-RiotOnAnEmpty-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334980348689897090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is THE cd! If you never heard their song don't wait any more second!&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;&lt;a href="http://www.deathcabforcutie.com/splash/"&gt;2° Death Cab for Cutie - Transatlanticism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Transatlanticism-Death-Cab-Cutie/dp/B0000D1FDI/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1242147326&amp;amp;sr=1-4"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sgmof2Wyi1I/AAAAAAAACM8/OoxJVXAsGMQ/s320/Transatlanticism-Death_Cab_for_Cutie_480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334980498717576018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death cab is the perfect cd to listen when you are in your indie mood. hehe&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;a href="http://scarlettalbum.com/"&gt;3° Scarlett Johansson - Anywhere I lay my head&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Anywhere-I-Lay-My-Head/dp/B0014IH1N6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1242147000&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SgmpAWB-bcI/AAAAAAAACNE/X8VkcKFt2no/s320/scarlett_johansson-cd-art_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334981056976022978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett did a cd that is like her... unique!&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;a href="http://www.didomusic.com/gb/home/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.didomusic.com/gb/home/"&gt;4° Dido - Safe Trip Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Safe-Trip-Home-Dido/dp/B001EO2UKO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1242147282&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SgmpgDRM4II/AAAAAAAACNU/MZOadwxic3Y/s320/dido_safe_trip_home.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334981601695424642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last album from Dido is her best one in every single way. And the last 2 songs are for me the best ones!&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;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.damienrice.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.damienrice.com/"&gt;5° Damien Rice - O&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/O-Damien-Rice/dp/B00009V7P8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1242146971&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SgmpHNn_XNI/AAAAAAAACNM/tAhtles4IIM/s320/9e1a9833e7a041d4f3443110.L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334981174978632914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien Rice has this talent to make you cry when you listen to his songs... and his duets with Lisa is wonderful!&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;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.nadasurf.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nadasurf.com/"&gt;6° Nada Surf - Lucky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Lucky-Nada-Surf/dp/B0011HF61E/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1242146954&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sgmpo_kMgBI/AAAAAAAACNc/HqzwgItP1dY/s320/nada_surf_lucky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334981755320172562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finish with the last Nada Surf album... Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album is perfect to you listen while you are driving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-3976710785012406279?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3976710785012406279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=3976710785012406279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3976710785012406279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3976710785012406279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/05/top-6-cds.html' title='Top 6 - Cds'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SgmR6fVEMZI/AAAAAAAACMs/egmd_yX1ZLw/s72-c/Sem+T%C3%ADtulo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-5159794608337897718</id><published>2009-05-11T11:20:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:16:52.117-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top 6'/><title type='text'>Top 6 - Films</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sgg_4F43p0I/AAAAAAAACMk/bitzOiyJyMA/s1600-h/Sem+T%C3%ADtulo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sgg_4F43p0I/AAAAAAAACMk/bitzOiyJyMA/s320/Sem+T%C3%ADtulo-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334583991506282306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make a top 6 list of my favorite films, cds, songs, books, games, dvds, series and cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;Each day I'll be posting one list.  Starting with my Top 6 films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click in each film image to buy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                 ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120338/"&gt;1° Titanic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Titanic-Three-Disc-Collectors-Leonardo-DiCaprio/dp/B000ANVQ0K/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1242053556&amp;amp;sr=1-3"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sgg6AmfZoqI/AAAAAAAACLs/qPJh-cbjAgs/s320/titanic-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334577540627014306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think this will be forever the best film ever made. Is absolutely fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0795421/"&gt;2° Mamma Mia!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Mamma-Mia-Movie-Disc-Special/dp/B001GKJ2DO/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1242053576&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sgg6NET5M0I/AAAAAAAACL0/W3Nm4YvOfLk/s320/6a00d8345212eb69e200e553f5bb768833-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334577754790245186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film has the power to make you dance, sing, be happy and after watching the film you stay happy with everything!&lt;br /&gt;And plus... Has the ABBA songs!&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;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119670/"&gt;3° The Mighty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Mighty-Kieran-Culkin/dp/6305428247/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1242053587&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sgg6bwIAzWI/AAAAAAAACL8/wVmmz_CT9q4/s320/mighty_ver1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334578007069740386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the book Freak the Mighty, this film is touching and is a shame it isn't so commented. Is really a life lesson.&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;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0398808/"&gt;4° Bridge to Terabithia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Bridge-Terabithia-Widescreen-Josh-Hutcherson/dp/B00005JPL5/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1242053602&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sgg6nCL_z2I/AAAAAAAACME/BsDXdgvecUg/s320/normal_bridgeDVD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334578200896851810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another film based on a book. With one of my favorite actors Josh Hutcherson and also the lovely AnnaSophia Robb. You may think this will be another childish film when you see the cover, but you are surprised. Is like The Mighty a life lesson.&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;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0412922/"&gt;5° Little Manhattan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Little-Manhattan-Josh-Hutcherson/dp/B000E6ES9E/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1242053614&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sgg6z3xaK5I/AAAAAAAACMM/R6pCSCzGShg/s320/littlemanhattan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334578421439277970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film makes you fell like you when you were in love for the first time. Is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;The film is perfect in every aspect!&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;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1099212/"&gt;6° Twilight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/Twilight-Two-Disc-Special-Kristen-Stewart/dp/B001P5HRMI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1242053681&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sgg8mgTpViI/AAAAAAAACMc/Ma4YZ7mIDYM/s320/official_twilight_movie_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334580390825383458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't read the book or seen the film don't wait! Go and meet Ed and Bella and you'll know why this book and film is so ommented in the whole world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-5159794608337897718?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5159794608337897718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=5159794608337897718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5159794608337897718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5159794608337897718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/05/top-5.html' title='Top 6 - Films'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sgg_4F43p0I/AAAAAAAACMk/bitzOiyJyMA/s72-c/Sem+T%C3%ADtulo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-5650525550631534673</id><published>2009-05-10T18:28:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:57:43.949-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dewey'/><title type='text'>Dewey - The Small-town library cat who touched the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SgdHKlVpIAI/AAAAAAAACLE/-lzmwlk6soE/s1600-h/dewey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SgdHKlVpIAI/AAAAAAAACLE/-lzmwlk6soE/s320/dewey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334310530790793218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And once again I'm here to talk about a book. This time Dewey, this lovely book that I bought after I saw the beatiful face of this cat. I love cats and I thought it would be a nice book.&lt;br /&gt;And from the book that I didn't expected much I had a marvelous surprise!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SgdJEm_ITUI/AAAAAAAACLU/TCnQRELBxas/s1600-h/8bbd882c9963a963862572b4000dda77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SgdJEm_ITUI/AAAAAAAACLU/TCnQRELBxas/s320/8bbd882c9963a963862572b4000dda77.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334312627177278786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It end up being such a wonderful book! The story about this little cat that is put in this library is really touching. Vicky, the author and the woman that was there with him thru his whole life is my newest admirer. She's strong. And had so many things going one in her life.&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell more about the book as I think you should read it like I did. Without knowing anything. And then you'll see why the book says the Small-town library cat who touched the world.&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;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                                                                 "Vicky and Dewey"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you wanna know more about Dewey visit the web site of &lt;a href="http://www.spencerlibrary.com/"&gt;Spencer Library&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-5650525550631534673?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5650525550631534673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=5650525550631534673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5650525550631534673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5650525550631534673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/05/dewey-small-town-library-cat-who.html' title='Dewey - The Small-town library cat who touched the world'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SgdHKlVpIAI/AAAAAAAACLE/-lzmwlk6soE/s72-c/dewey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-1642478333134331971</id><published>2009-05-10T10:00:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:15:41.984-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lighthouse'/><title type='text'>Chapter Seven- At last... him part 2</title><content type='html'>When I woke up was already 9 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;I got up and took a shower and lay down in the sofa. I was felling tired.&lt;br /&gt;I ordered some donuts and coffee and started my session of saturday with gilmore (my own gilmore girls marathon) but even this wasn't making me happy.&lt;br /&gt;I was tired and didn't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I stood there and finish one episode, then I called Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning..." I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Dan.. Good morning. Are you ok?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah..." I lied.&lt;br /&gt;"So. When can I come in?" He asked happy.&lt;br /&gt;"Now?" I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Now? Are you sure? You don't have anyhting to do?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ah.. no... I'm felling alone... can you come here?"&lt;br /&gt;"Of course silly boy.. I'll be there in a minute, kiss"&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks. Kiss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really was felling alone. I was missing him. Like if I've never seen him. I need to stay side by side with him. Fell his scent. Touch his body, kiss him. I needed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-1642478333134331971?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1642478333134331971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=1642478333134331971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/1642478333134331971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/1642478333134331971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-eight-at-last-him-part-2.html' title='Chapter Seven- At last... him part 2'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-3085928484989198014</id><published>2009-05-08T14:59:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:15:36.047-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lighthouse'/><title type='text'>Chapter Seven - At last... him</title><content type='html'>I drove like a robot to home. I didn't see anything in the way. I was really tired.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home my answering machine was beeping I pressed it and started walking across the room while I was undressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey Kiddo! How are you? Well I hope ok... So... I was wondering if we can go to the beach. Carl's mum is gone.. thank God.. well call me when you get this. Take care son!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee I forgot I had to go this weekend to the beach with my mum. I could ask Josh. I thought. Or I should go by myself? Shit. I hate when you don't have nothing to do and then suddenly you got plenty.&lt;br /&gt;I took a shower and had my dinner and called my mum but the was no one home. I left a message to her asking her to call me.&lt;br /&gt;I turned the tv on and surfed the channels, as nothing good was on I went to bed and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-3085928484989198014?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3085928484989198014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=3085928484989198014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3085928484989198014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3085928484989198014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-eight-at-last-him.html' title='Chapter Seven - At last... him'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-7344335679608390386</id><published>2009-05-06T21:29:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:15:07.294-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lighthouse'/><title type='text'>Chapter  Six - Another World</title><content type='html'>"I can't believe you got so ill Dan... My God! You could had called me. I wouldn''t mind to take care of you..."&lt;br /&gt;"Wasn't a big deal Kiki... and see I'm perfectly ok" I would have to keep saying that for about one week as Kirsten wasn't the let go person.&lt;br /&gt;Work sucked in every single way. Maybe really was the work, but I think that was Kirsten's infinitive questions about my illness and why I didn't phone her as she would be gladly to take care of me and this kind of stuffs... was hard to be away from Josh. And I wouldn't see him today as I wouldn't go to the mall - Richard gave me stricted orders to have my lunch here "You can't be going out boy! You were sick yesterday.. don't be in touch with the population!" The guy was going crazy and trying to take you to his team.&lt;br /&gt;To add more peace to the place I had a metting at 2 p.m. with Richard about the new products for sale.&lt;br /&gt;I may be really ill with all these stuffs going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So Dan..." Kirsten started again. "Are you really felling better? I mean anything different you can tell me ok?"&lt;br /&gt;"Kiki... I really appreciate what you doing.. but as I said to you thousand times I'M OK"&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry Dan... I really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; you.You know..." She said kind sad.&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry Kiki... I like you too. But today was a real shit. I'm with headache an - "You are? Why didn't you tell me?" She asked as fast as Road-Runner - Is only a headache isn't going to kill me... and you didn't let me finish... I'm with headache because I had a stressful day... tomorrow I'll be fine... Sorry if I was rude to you"&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have to apologize to me Dan, silly boy"&lt;br /&gt;We stood quietly for a while and then she asked to me quickly :"So do you think we can go out tomorrow? I really loved that day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was going too far with Kiki. She was starting to like me more then just a friend. How to tell her that I don't like her more then I friend?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Sorry Kiki ... I have a date tomorrow" I said quickly wishing she didn't listen.&lt;br /&gt;"A date? Really? With who?" She asked sadly but curiously.&lt;br /&gt;"A friend."&lt;br /&gt;"Do I know?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nope."&lt;br /&gt;"We can't go out together? I mean as a hang out night?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes.... but not tomorrow. Sorry Kiki.. but I promisse you that soon we'll go out together, you could bring a date too."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah... Would be nice" She said suddenly happy.&lt;br /&gt;"Well Dan I have to go... kisses... see you monday"&lt;br /&gt;"Kisses... Me too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least now she knows I have someone... And tomorrow would be my day with Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-7344335679608390386?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7344335679608390386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=7344335679608390386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/7344335679608390386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/7344335679608390386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-seven-another-world.html' title='Chapter  Six - Another World'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-7874577803269344465</id><published>2009-05-06T21:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:25:05.437-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What I need</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SgIqH2MhJ_I/AAAAAAAACK8/sVRWYMmTyyk/s1600-h/q1x00163_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SgIqH2MhJ_I/AAAAAAAACK8/sVRWYMmTyyk/s320/q1x00163_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332871223055558642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look for a place where I can be free&lt;br /&gt;where I can fell safe... where I can call it my home.&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling sick. sick of everything... of the life I've been living...&lt;br /&gt;I need my shelter.. I need... I don't know what I need....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/carT9J9Yypo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/carT9J9Yypo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-7874577803269344465?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7874577803269344465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=7874577803269344465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/7874577803269344465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/7874577803269344465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-need.html' title='What I need'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SgIqH2MhJ_I/AAAAAAAACK8/sVRWYMmTyyk/s72-c/q1x00163_9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-5553594561051639207</id><published>2009-04-21T20:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:08:48.731-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Linger by The Cranberries</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/01KQfcSCRbw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/01KQfcSCRbw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you, if you could return, don't let it burn, don't let it fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'm not being rude, but it's just your attitude,&lt;br /&gt;It's tearing me apart, It's ruining everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore, I swore I would be true, and honey, so did you.&lt;br /&gt;So why were you holding her hand? Is that the way we stand?&lt;br /&gt;Were you lying all the time? Was it just a game to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you.&lt;br /&gt;You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to let it linger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I thought the world of you.&lt;br /&gt;I thought nothing could go wrong,&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong. I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;If you, if you could get by, trying not to lie,&lt;br /&gt;Things wouldn't be so confused and I wouldn't feel so used,&lt;br /&gt;But you always really knew, I just wanna be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you.&lt;br /&gt;You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to let it linger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you.&lt;br /&gt;You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to let it linger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm such a fool for you.&lt;br /&gt;You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to let it linger?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-5553594561051639207?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5553594561051639207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=5553594561051639207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5553594561051639207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5553594561051639207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/04/linger-by-cranberries.html' title='Linger by The Cranberries'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-7404379113182794102</id><published>2009-04-11T17:22:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:37:33.769-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Download'/><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SeD_TJScw-I/AAAAAAAACJo/8_pUJS9EMnQ/s1600-h/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SeD_TJScw-I/AAAAAAAACJo/8_pUJS9EMnQ/s320/alone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323535463927825378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you think you're alone? I'm kind having this felling. I don't know if is because my love is gone, and my friend went to another city, or because I'm really pissed off with a bunch of things... I just know that I really need to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't find the lyric or the video from this song.. but is quite everything what I feel and want (here I am again haha) &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?2fyqobmu52v"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;, download it and listen it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-7404379113182794102?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7404379113182794102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=7404379113182794102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/7404379113182794102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/7404379113182794102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/04/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SeD_TJScw-I/AAAAAAAACJo/8_pUJS9EMnQ/s72-c/alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-4576287987696411232</id><published>2009-04-07T08:44:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:48:12.707-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Lucky by Jason Mraz feat. Colbie Caillat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;This song says everything I feel right now, press play and heart it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="381"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x83zxm_jason-mraz-feat-colbie-caillat-luck_music&amp;amp;colors=background:2017E8;foreground:16F0D3;special:BFF5C4;&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x83zxm_jason-mraz-feat-colbie-caillat-luck_music&amp;amp;colors=background:2017E8;foreground:16F0D3;special:BFF5C4;&amp;amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="480" height="381"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x83zxm_jason-mraz-feat-colbie-caillat-luck_music"&gt;Jason Mraz Feat. Colbie Caillat - Lucky (Official Video) HQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/xavierdu58"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you hear me, I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I feel you whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Oooohhhhoohhhhohhooohhooohhooohoooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the music, feel the air&lt;br /&gt;I put a flower in your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though the breeze is through trees&lt;br /&gt;Move so pretty you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;As the world keep spinning round&lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-4576287987696411232?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4576287987696411232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=4576287987696411232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/4576287987696411232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/4576287987696411232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/04/lucky-by-jason-mraz-feat-colbie-caillat.html' title='Lucky by Jason Mraz feat. Colbie Caillat'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-1191911376161913235</id><published>2009-04-06T15:57:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:09:10.723-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short storys'/><title type='text'>Thinking about the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SdpSTx3LDRI/AAAAAAAACJI/Id_A4k2jV50/s1600-h/winterconst_lodriguss_008.small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SdpSTx3LDRI/AAAAAAAACJI/Id_A4k2jV50/s320/winterconst_lodriguss_008.small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321656409447402770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I look the sun goes down, the wind was cold.The leaves shaking. I was looking to the last sunlight. I wished this moment lasted forever. But then was suddenly dark. The starts upon the sky were shining so bright, and I could feel the wonder of the unknown. I was going to a new place alone. This was something new. I stood there looking the starts doing their shine thing while I continued thinking about the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                                                                                     ©Leonardo Martins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1636625817354064299-1191911376161913235?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1191911376161913235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=1191911376161913235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/1191911376161913235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/1191911376161913235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/04/thinking-about-future.html' title='Thinking about the future'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SdpSTx3LDRI/AAAAAAAACJI/Id_A4k2jV50/s72-c/winterconst_lodriguss_008.small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-3378635297091927477</id><published>2009-04-06T15:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:18:20.867-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Download'/><title type='text'>Two by Ryan Adams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SdpUQj5xKcI/AAAAAAAACJQ/zliuFMWgKXo/s1600-h/ryanadams498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SdpUQj5xKcI/AAAAAAAACJQ/zliuFMWgKXo/s320/ryanadams498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321658553183840706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download the song &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?zlhimvyyzjn"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'll take me back&lt;br /&gt;Back to your place&lt;br /&gt;I'll try not to bother you, I promise&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's cold in here&lt;br /&gt;And I wish it was hot&lt;br /&gt;The sinks broke, it's leaking from the faucet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm fractured&lt;br /&gt;From the fall&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;It takes two when it used to take one&lt;br /&gt;It takes two when it used to take only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my money's no good&lt;br /&gt;What I'm up to—no good&lt;br /&gt;No good ever comes from it, honest&lt;br /&gt;I've got a really good heart&lt;br /&gt;I just can't catch a break&lt;br /&gt;If i could, I would treat you&lt;br /&gt;Like you wanted me to, I promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm fractured&lt;br /&gt;From the fall&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;I'm fractured, from the fall&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;It takes two when it used to take one&lt;br /&gt;It takes two when it used to take one&lt;br /&gt;It takes two when it used to take one&lt;br /&gt;It takes two when it used to take only one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-3378635297091927477?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3378635297091927477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=3378635297091927477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3378635297091927477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3378635297091927477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-by-ryan-adams.html' title='Two by Ryan Adams'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SdpUQj5xKcI/AAAAAAAACJQ/zliuFMWgKXo/s72-c/ryanadams498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-740783266365969625</id><published>2009-04-05T13:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:45:36.232-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SdjfJ5JAFBI/AAAAAAAACJA/icbRuEp5Ipk/s1600-h/i_miss_you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SdjfJ5JAFBI/AAAAAAAACJA/icbRuEp5Ipk/s320/i_miss_you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321248320788632594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss that guy that I never met&lt;br /&gt;I miss that day I never spent with you&lt;br /&gt;I miss that joke I never heard&lt;br /&gt;I miss that sunday that we never stayed home&lt;br /&gt;I miss that dance we never had&lt;br /&gt;I miss that attention I never had&lt;br /&gt;I miss have you by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mojave 3 didn't made a clip from this wonderful song but here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GNr-FySg8zc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GNr-FySg8zc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a way to get home strong&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a way back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a light to guide me along&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a way back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running for your life won't get you so far&lt;br /&gt;running for your life so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a road to bring me home slow&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a way back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a road to bring me home slow&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a way back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the loving in your eye that holds you alive&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a way back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a way to get home strong&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a way back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a road that brings me back slow&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a way back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a way to get home strong&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a way back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw you turning&lt;br /&gt;big eyes burning on your way&lt;br /&gt;nothing out there&lt;br /&gt;the time to tell you what you own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never wanted to feel this pain&lt;br /&gt;never wanted to feel so sad&lt;br /&gt;never wanted to feel this pain&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never wanted to feel this pain&lt;br /&gt;never watned to feel so sad&lt;br /&gt;never wanted to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never wanted to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;never wanted to feel this pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a way to get home strong&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a way back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a light to guide me along&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a way back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never wanted to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;never wanted to feel this pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a road that brings me back slow&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a way back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the loving in your eye that holds you alive&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a way back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a way to get home strong&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a way back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a road that brings me back slow&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a way back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a way to get home strong&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a way back home&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a way back home&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a way back home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-740783266365969625?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/740783266365969625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=740783266365969625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/740783266365969625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/740783266365969625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss.html' title='I miss'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SdjfJ5JAFBI/AAAAAAAACJA/icbRuEp5Ipk/s72-c/i_miss_you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-3841294874393792038</id><published>2009-04-04T21:09:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:26:30.365-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy/Fall in love</title><content type='html'>These days has been really stressful and thank God is over now.. And now I'm in love with someone... Looks like I may have a big present from my birthday.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired now.. tomorrow I'll be back doing what I love: blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great song from the film &lt;a href="http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/transamerica.html"&gt;Transamerica&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="381"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x6os6u_dolly-parton-travelin-thru_music&amp;amp;colors=background:71A8E3;glow:2B23E8;special:1EE670;&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x6os6u_dolly-parton-travelin-thru_music&amp;amp;colors=background:71A8E3;glow:2B23E8;special:1EE670;&amp;amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="480" height="381"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6os6u_dolly-parton-travelin-thru_music"&gt;Dolly Parton - Travelin' Thru&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/gp1978"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-3841294874393792038?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3841294874393792038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=3841294874393792038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3841294874393792038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3841294874393792038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/04/busytrying-to-fall-in-love.html' title='Busy/Fall in love'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-8541097186306525856</id><published>2009-04-02T11:22:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:37:16.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a dream</title><content type='html'>I was with him... my soul mate. We were together and we were happy. I woke up so happy I couldn't believe... Shit! It was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I won't give up of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="381"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1246w_christina-aguilera-beautiful_music&amp;amp;colors=background:5918ED;glow:7195F0;foreground:31EBA2;&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1246w_christina-aguilera-beautiful_music&amp;amp;colors=background:5918ED;glow:7195F0;foreground:31EBA2;&amp;amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="480" height="381"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1246w_christina-aguilera-beautiful_music"&gt;.:: Christina Aguilera ::. == Beautiful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't look at me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, it's hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Now and then, I get insecure&lt;br /&gt;From all the pain, I'm so ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful no matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;Words can't bring me down&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful in every single way&lt;br /&gt;Yes, words can't bring me down&lt;br /&gt;So don't you bring me down today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all your friends, you're delirious&lt;br /&gt;So consumed in all your doom&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to fill the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;The pieces gone, left the puzzle undone&lt;br /&gt;Is that the way it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you are beautiful no matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;Words can't bring you down&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you are beautiful in every single way&lt;br /&gt;Yes, words can't bring you down&lt;br /&gt;So don't you bring me down today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we do&lt;br /&gt;(No matter what we do)&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we say&lt;br /&gt;(No matter what we say)&lt;br /&gt;We're the song inside the tune&lt;br /&gt;Full of beautiful mistakes&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere we go&lt;br /&gt;(And everywhere we go)&lt;br /&gt;The sun will always shine&lt;br /&gt;(Sun will always shine)&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow we might awake&lt;br /&gt;On the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we are beautiful no matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;Yes, words won't bring us down&lt;br /&gt;We are beautiful in every single way&lt;br /&gt;Yes, words can't bring us down&lt;br /&gt;So, don't you bring me down today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you bring me down today&lt;br /&gt;Don't you bring me down today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-8541097186306525856?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8541097186306525856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=8541097186306525856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/8541097186306525856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/8541097186306525856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-with-him.html' title='Just a dream'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-4130400605505395681</id><published>2009-04-01T17:39:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:46:24.112-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The tales of Beedle the Bard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SdPRN15_maI/AAAAAAAACIs/E6Yz9D7_N0M/s1600-h/The+Tales+of+Beedle+the+Bard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SdPRN15_maI/AAAAAAAACIs/E6Yz9D7_N0M/s320/The+Tales+of+Beedle+the+Bard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319825620593514914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick post about it. I really love all Harry Potter's books! I'm a huge fan and J.K. is a real wonderful writer! And this little book with five tales is really incredible! The tales are really great!&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful time reading it! Absolutely I'll tell the tales to my kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-4130400605505395681?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4130400605505395681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=4130400605505395681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/4130400605505395681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/4130400605505395681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/04/tales-of-beddle-bard.html' title='The tales of Beedle the Bard'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SdPRN15_maI/AAAAAAAACIs/E6Yz9D7_N0M/s72-c/The+Tales+of+Beedle+the+Bard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-2445563152062986784</id><published>2009-04-01T17:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:39:02.366-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>He ain't heavy, he's my brother by The Hollies</title><content type='html'>I just love this song! It makes me feel so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e7HPqi5uVeo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e7HPqi5uVeo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road is long&lt;br /&gt;With many a winding turns&lt;br /&gt;That leads us to who knows where,&lt;br /&gt;Who knows where.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm strong,&lt;br /&gt;Strong enough to carry him.&lt;br /&gt;He ain't heavy, he's my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on we go.&lt;br /&gt;His welfare is of my concern.&lt;br /&gt;No burden is he to bear,&lt;br /&gt;We'll get there.&lt;br /&gt;For I know&lt;br /&gt;We would not encumber me.&lt;br /&gt;He ain't heavy, he's my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm laden at all,&lt;br /&gt;I'm laden with sadness&lt;br /&gt;That everyone's heart&lt;br /&gt;Isn't filled with the gladness&lt;br /&gt;Of love for one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long, long road&lt;br /&gt;From which there is no return.&lt;br /&gt;While we're on the way to there,&lt;br /&gt;Why not share?&lt;br /&gt;And the load&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't weigh me down at all.&lt;br /&gt;He ain't heavy, he's my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my brother.&lt;br /&gt;He ain't heavy, he's my brother...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-2445563152062986784?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2445563152062986784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=2445563152062986784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/2445563152062986784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/2445563152062986784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-aint-heavy-hes-my-brother-by-hollies.html' title='He ain&apos;t heavy, he&apos;s my brother by The Hollies'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-4591444786871470293</id><published>2009-03-31T18:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:41:22.907-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short storys'/><title type='text'>Once</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SdKN8zT7o4I/AAAAAAAACIk/OIc3KoVfAUc/s1600-h/363672041_da0f7e7a93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SdKN8zT7o4I/AAAAAAAACIk/OIc3KoVfAUc/s320/363672041_da0f7e7a93.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319470185583453058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been out scene these days. I really needed a little break. I time on my own.&lt;br /&gt;These days I could rest and see clearly what was happening in my life. And it was a really mess!&lt;br /&gt;But isn't worth talking about it... it's all in the past now.&lt;br /&gt;And as today is the last day in the month I decided to with it let everything bad behind. Only bring with me the good things.&lt;br /&gt;By the way thanks Jinksy and Ravn you've been really great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had my head high looking the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;I was playing with it. I could see funny things on the clouds as such little cats and thin elephants.&lt;br /&gt;I stood there for a long time with the grass behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the blue sky turned into a vanilla sky. The clouds were gone and I was looking to the huge sky.&lt;br /&gt;It was like the film but I could feel the wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Now the trees were just stood. The wind don't showed up. As the whole nature were staring the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Was the most incredible thing I've ever seen in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;The joy of being there was priceless. I could feel every part of my body shivering. I was happy! I was in the middle of a amazing happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out of nowhere, the moon came and with it the stars taking away the vanilla sky. Suddenly the wind started doing his job as every other thing that stopped to look the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back stood there in the next day and in the another but it never happened again. I never had my vanilla sky again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this to my first love that I've never had the change of truly known. And I wasn't planing write this but I when I heard the song that we shared one night I couldn't stop thinking and out of nowhere came this. I hope you enjoy it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-4591444786871470293?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4591444786871470293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=4591444786871470293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/4591444786871470293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/4591444786871470293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/once.html' title='Once'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SdKN8zT7o4I/AAAAAAAACIk/OIc3KoVfAUc/s72-c/363672041_da0f7e7a93.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-5371755234313427441</id><published>2009-03-29T10:37:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:58:04.275-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short storys'/><title type='text'>A new day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sc9_Xmx1LBI/AAAAAAAACIE/CR3fCXTgxhk/s1600-h/img_0669-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sc9_Xmx1LBI/AAAAAAAACIE/CR3fCXTgxhk/s320/img_0669-copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318609728471116818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said yesterday here my college started; and it really sucked!&lt;br /&gt;I had the most stressful 4 hours of these year.&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing is that the city is really amazing! It's really great there and you can relax only looking up the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I hope next saturday the things change otherwise I will get out of there. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everyone is talking about twitter. Twitter this, Twitter that. So I created a account. Yeah, I did it and now I have one! and it really seems nice! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My twitter is  &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/leomartinsoc"&gt;www.twitter.com/leomartinsoc&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                      The fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is weak and the rain is there standing strong waiting for win the battle.&lt;br /&gt;The sky is only watching, He has to obey the winner.&lt;br /&gt;And us, here standing still, we are just looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-5371755234313427441?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5371755234313427441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=5371755234313427441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5371755234313427441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5371755234313427441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-day.html' title='A new day'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sc9_Xmx1LBI/AAAAAAAACIE/CR3fCXTgxhk/s72-c/img_0669-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-565374996432388425</id><published>2009-03-28T07:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T07:35:42.638-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100'/><title type='text'>100!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sc36N-f-ypI/AAAAAAAACH8/2JQF5SdYj5k/s1600-h/post_100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sc36N-f-ypI/AAAAAAAACH8/2JQF5SdYj5k/s320/post_100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318181853016803986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the post number 100, and I'm really surprised!&lt;br /&gt;When I first came to blogger was like "What the hell am I doing here?" But I wrote my first post. Sadly my first blog was deleted by myself, so I can't remember what was about.&lt;br /&gt;I call these blog my new home. The place where I can write what I'm feeling. And with it I met so many great people! I'm really greatful to everyone that become my friend after reading my blog and without you, these post would never happen...&lt;br /&gt;Today is my first day at college and I'm really anxious. I have trouble with first day in school... Really odd. But let's see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let this song that is really great and if you to download it &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?myzdkzmdyyk"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1nUmFVg5SEU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1nUmFVg5SEU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes on my feet&lt;br /&gt;Sun on my back&lt;br /&gt;Some place to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind in my hair&lt;br /&gt;I just relax&lt;br /&gt;Going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I've been&lt;br /&gt;Take what I got&lt;br /&gt;Take it all in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just take my time&lt;br /&gt;Then give it back&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's not mine&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I like that&lt;br /&gt;Yeah just like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I've been&lt;br /&gt;Take what I got&lt;br /&gt;Take it all in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just take my time&lt;br /&gt;Then give it back&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's not mine&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I like that&lt;br /&gt;Just like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes on my feet&lt;br /&gt;Sun on my back&lt;br /&gt;Some place to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I like that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-565374996432388425?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/565374996432388425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=565374996432388425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/565374996432388425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/565374996432388425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/100.html' title='100!'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sc36N-f-ypI/AAAAAAAACH8/2JQF5SdYj5k/s72-c/post_100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-6612418567362545985</id><published>2009-03-27T12:21:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:58:00.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming true</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sczzabi9KMI/AAAAAAAACHs/gwbU3uJhbXw/s1600-h/big%2Bsun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I’m here sit looking to the screen of my computer, thinking about tomorrow, thinking about the day that I’ll make my first big step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;The day where I start my own life.And looking through all this I started feeling strange.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I remember when I was 10 and keep saying “Mom! Mom! I want to be 18! I want to drive and study in a college!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My dreams, my hopes that I carried through all these years is finally coming true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-6612418567362545985?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6612418567362545985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=6612418567362545985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6612418567362545985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6612418567362545985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/coming-true.html' title='Coming true'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sczzabi9KMI/AAAAAAAACHs/gwbU3uJhbXw/s72-c/big%2Bsun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-6912783741718026767</id><published>2009-03-27T11:33:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:11:22.277-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Download'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shelter'/><title type='text'>Shelter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SczlKhtFHPI/AAAAAAAACHc/MOqqXpqScN0/s1600-h/shelterposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SczlKhtFHPI/AAAAAAAACHc/MOqqXpqScN0/s320/shelterposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317877229026614514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am once again writing about another film.&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the DVD of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakfast With Scot&lt;/span&gt;, I saw Shelter related with the film. The poster was nice and I google it and I ended up in the &lt;a href="http://www.heretv.com/sheltermovie/"&gt;official web site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The story is about Zach, that lives with his sister and his nephew and his father. He has the dream of get into a art college but thinks that he would never fulfill his dream as he has to take care of Cody (his nephew) and work at a diner.&lt;br /&gt;One day he meet Shaun, brother of his best friend and with him he can find what he really wants.&lt;br /&gt;It's a really delicate film. The opening scene is really great and the soundtrack of the film is really amazing!&lt;br /&gt;If you want to download the song &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?myzdkzmdyyk"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;It's worth see it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-6912783741718026767?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6912783741718026767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=6912783741718026767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6912783741718026767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6912783741718026767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/shelter.html' title='Shelter'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SczlKhtFHPI/AAAAAAAACHc/MOqqXpqScN0/s72-c/shelterposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-9144106176796606451</id><published>2009-03-26T18:51:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:01:43.267-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short storys'/><title type='text'>Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Scv7F7cLe_I/AAAAAAAACHU/1UAEF0myXlM/s1600-h/time-running-out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Scv7F7cLe_I/AAAAAAAACHU/1UAEF0myXlM/s320/time-running-out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317619864314805234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is running,they don't seem to even care about anything. time is passing through everyone and they don't even see it. The birds out there singing or the leaves falling from the trees are nothing for those peoples.. They are too busy doing what the hell they think they're doing...&lt;br /&gt;Happily I could open my eyes and see the world as it is, a beautiful place where we can be happy and have a great life.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately almost everyone don't care about it and continue running with the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-9144106176796606451?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/9144106176796606451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=9144106176796606451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/9144106176796606451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/9144106176796606451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/running.html' title='Running'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Scv7F7cLe_I/AAAAAAAACHU/1UAEF0myXlM/s72-c/time-running-out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-5678525015785862448</id><published>2009-03-26T11:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:11:30.950-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winged Creatures'/><title type='text'>Winged Creatures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScuUUTUVZrI/AAAAAAAACHM/LTSr4-nACTo/s1600-h/winged_creatures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScuUUTUVZrI/AAAAAAAACHM/LTSr4-nACTo/s320/winged_creatures.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317506861544859314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For months I've been waiting to see this film and yesterday I could fulfill my wish. Not knowing absolutely nothing about it I just dived into it and had a terrific movie session.&lt;br /&gt;It's a very dramatic film with so many life, so many feelings.&lt;br /&gt;The film starts when the life of 5 people is changed after a gunshot in a diner. And they begin to act very differently.&lt;br /&gt;It's a incredible film that is hard to see in these days.  It's worth see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You have to lose your way to find it. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_EFC6vN6LWI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_EFC6vN6LWI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-5678525015785862448?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5678525015785862448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=5678525015785862448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5678525015785862448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5678525015785862448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/winged-creatures.html' title='Winged Creatures'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScuUUTUVZrI/AAAAAAAACHM/LTSr4-nACTo/s72-c/winged_creatures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-6288935583022691110</id><published>2009-03-26T07:54:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:37:15.348-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Award'/><title type='text'>Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sctg5Dsi1YI/AAAAAAAACG8/SX8X0Mt-Ifo/s1600-h/Selo_vale_a_pena.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sctg5Dsi1YI/AAAAAAAACG8/SX8X0Mt-Ifo/s320/Selo_vale_a_pena.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317450318401951106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given to me from &lt;a href="http://alexcardosos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;, this award have 3 rules :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Show the award;&lt;br /&gt;2-Show the blog who gave you the award;&lt;br /&gt;3-Chose 5 blogs to give the award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chosen ones are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebritsvirtualhouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Brit's virtual house&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://havantaclue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Napple Notes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://martonolympio.blogspot.com/"&gt;Os Filmes que passam na minha Cabeça!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://frasesdeseriados.blogspot.com/"&gt;The one with the quotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nightwatcherandflamekeeper-ravn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nightwatcher and famekeeper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="title" style="border-width: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-6288935583022691110?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6288935583022691110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=6288935583022691110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6288935583022691110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6288935583022691110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/selo.html' title='Award'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sctg5Dsi1YI/AAAAAAAACG8/SX8X0Mt-Ifo/s72-c/Selo_vale_a_pena.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-6007911032974791255</id><published>2009-03-24T20:06:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:11:40.764-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The secret life of bees'/><title type='text'>The Secret life of bees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sclr_EVPaqI/AAAAAAAACGY/mGRUaRxdp_o/s1600-h/bees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sclr_EVPaqI/AAAAAAAACGY/mGRUaRxdp_o/s320/bees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316899566326344354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard you find a film where everything is perfect! See, sometimes when a film is good the actors are bad, or the film sucks and the actors were great! But The secret life of bees is perfect in every single details . Dakota is great and I never saw Dakota so great as she is in these film! Queen Latifah is also great as always. Jennifer Hudson, Alicia Keys and Sophie Okenedo makes the film shine! Is amazing! It's a sensible film, with a delicate story. It's really sad, but this makes the film even better! See the characters life and what they did to move on is really beatiful! The best film I've seen this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the trailer :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pVCil2oSNYY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pVCil2oSNYY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-6007911032974791255?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6007911032974791255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=6007911032974791255' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6007911032974791255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6007911032974791255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/secret-life-of-bees.html' title='The Secret life of bees'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sclr_EVPaqI/AAAAAAAACGY/mGRUaRxdp_o/s72-c/bees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-621791675854348701</id><published>2009-03-23T19:49:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:24:11.317-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short storys'/><title type='text'>Stop being silly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScgWZF2WOxI/AAAAAAAACGI/6DKwRW8bN6Y/s1600-h/2570819513_2970c4b17f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScgWZF2WOxI/AAAAAAAACGI/6DKwRW8bN6Y/s320/2570819513_2970c4b17f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316523980433537810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath,&lt;br /&gt;and start think of all the things I've never done.&lt;br /&gt;The things I left behind for think I was doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;I never went to a party, I never stayed up all night with my love.&lt;br /&gt;I never had the one to call my love.&lt;br /&gt;I never could fulfill that dream.&lt;br /&gt;I just exist.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just one in a million.&lt;br /&gt;I'm been carried by the wind throught the years, and never came to the right place.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad. The cold weather is here to make me see it.&lt;br /&gt;The sun came out and I couldn't feel it, the sun was only a thing up in the sky as many others.&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my mind. I can't see joy or life in anything. For me everything is the same.&lt;br /&gt;There's days that I only want to stay in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping someday someone could same me from my own trapped.&lt;br /&gt;But today. While I took this breath I realized... I'm only is this because I allowed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who can save myself, I'm the one that can find the one to call my love. I'm the one who can make myself see in a sunny day while I take my breath "You're the happiest guy in the world, stop being silly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-621791675854348701?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/621791675854348701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=621791675854348701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/621791675854348701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/621791675854348701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/stop-being-silly.html' title='Stop being silly'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScgWZF2WOxI/AAAAAAAACGI/6DKwRW8bN6Y/s72-c/2570819513_2970c4b17f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-1729754906335094172</id><published>2009-03-23T16:42:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:56:28.735-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Marley &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScfpEggOFGI/AAAAAAAACGA/FHE19mW5KI8/s1600-h/marley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScfpEggOFGI/AAAAAAAACGA/FHE19mW5KI8/s320/marley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316474148787983458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that almost everyone read Marley &amp;amp; Me, especially now that after the film.&lt;br /&gt;I bought the book when it was released here, I can't remember when as my memory didn't help me much, but John really can make you live all what he and his family went throught. It's really a life lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Marley is the perfect image of what our pets do for us. They can be dumbs or angry, or just a lazy. but they're always ready to make you feel better, and if you're sad, they're there to say to you "Hey, don't be sad! Everything will work out!" They know what is the best for us, and never let anything bad happens to us. They are our little (or big!) angels that keep us safe.&lt;br /&gt;So go make your angel feel loved! Go play with him or just lay with him. I'm sure they'll be so happy!&lt;br /&gt;And if you haven't read Marley &amp;amp; Me, try to read, now if you don't like reading, watch the film!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-1729754906335094172?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1729754906335094172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=1729754906335094172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/1729754906335094172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/1729754906335094172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/marley-me.html' title='Marley &amp; Me'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScfpEggOFGI/AAAAAAAACGA/FHE19mW5KI8/s72-c/marley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-6811208131372316230</id><published>2009-03-23T16:34:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:40:57.629-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Viorar Vel Til Loftarasa by Sigur Rós</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScfkYs81Y4I/AAAAAAAACFw/vA-b-S0ouDc/s1600-h/51lqYKyZ%2B2L._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScfkYs81Y4I/AAAAAAAACFw/vA-b-S0ouDc/s320/51lqYKyZ%2B2L._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316468998168470402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite explain what Sigur Rós means for me, but I think everyone should listen, or give it a try. I first heard them in the film Vanilla Sky, where their song plays in the end of the film. Their sound is like a dream. And this video and the song is really great, there english subtitles. It's worth see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sigurros.com/main/home/"&gt;Visit their official site!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/34ZtT4Th9Ys&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/34ZtT4Th9Ys&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-6811208131372316230?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6811208131372316230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=6811208131372316230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6811208131372316230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6811208131372316230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/viorar-vel-til-loftarasa-by-sigur-ros.html' title='Viorar Vel Til Loftarasa by Sigur Rós'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScfkYs81Y4I/AAAAAAAACFw/vA-b-S0ouDc/s72-c/51lqYKyZ%2B2L._SL500_AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-1227960381779162565</id><published>2009-03-23T16:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:24:58.874-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Objects of my affection by Peter Bjorn and John</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScfhEDj4XhI/AAAAAAAACFo/DQjAxxJXztg/s1600-h/product_image_931335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScfhEDj4XhI/AAAAAAAACFo/DQjAxxJXztg/s320/product_image_931335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316465344925687314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Peter, Bjorn and John is a swedish indie band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and their sound is really great! This song, the second of their cd, writer's block. Press play and check out the Peter Bjorn and John sound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="381"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1c5y9_peter-bjorn-john-objects_music&amp;amp;colors=background:3930FF;glow:27E8DB;&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1c5y9_peter-bjorn-john-objects_music&amp;amp;colors=background:3930FF;glow:27E8DB;&amp;amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="480" height="381"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1c5y9_peter-bjorn-john-objects_music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when, when i first moved here,&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago,&lt;br /&gt;´cause i heard some song i used to hear back then,&lt;br /&gt;A lone time ago.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when, even further back,&lt;br /&gt;In another town,&lt;br /&gt;´cause i saw something written i used to say back then,&lt;br /&gt;Hard to comprehend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the question is, was i more alive&lt;br /&gt;Then than i am now?&lt;br /&gt;I happily have to disagree;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh more often now, i cry more often now,&lt;br /&gt;I am more me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of cause some days, i just lie around&lt;br /&gt;And hardly exist,&lt;br /&gt;And can´t tell apart what i´m eating&lt;br /&gt;From my hand or my wrist.&lt;br /&gt;´cause flesh is flesh, flesh as flesh as flesh,&lt;br /&gt;The difference is thin.&lt;br /&gt;But life has a certian ability or breating new&lt;br /&gt;Life into me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the question is, was i more alive&lt;br /&gt;Then than i am now?&lt;br /&gt;I happily have to disagree;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh more often now, i cry more often now,&lt;br /&gt;I am more me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other day, this new friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;Said something to me&lt;br /&gt;"just because something starts differently,&lt;br /&gt;Doesn´t mean it´s worth less."&lt;br /&gt;And i soaked it in, how i soaked it in,&lt;br /&gt;How i soaked it in&lt;br /&gt;And just as to prove how right he was,&lt;br /&gt;Then you came.&lt;br /&gt;So i´m gonna give, yes i´m gonna give,&lt;br /&gt;I´m gonna give you a try,&lt;br /&gt;So i´m gonna give, yes i´m gonna give,&lt;br /&gt;I´m gonna give you a try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the question is, was i more alive&lt;br /&gt;Then than i am now?&lt;br /&gt;I happily have to disagree;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh more often now, i cry more often now,&lt;br /&gt;I am more me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-1227960381779162565?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1227960381779162565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=1227960381779162565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/1227960381779162565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/1227960381779162565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/objects-of-my-affection-by-peter-bjorn.html' title='Objects of my affection by Peter Bjorn and John'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScfhEDj4XhI/AAAAAAAACFo/DQjAxxJXztg/s72-c/product_image_931335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-3151099838552025685</id><published>2009-03-22T20:44:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:22:18.894-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short storys'/><title type='text'>Home sweet home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScbRPg2dYRI/AAAAAAAACFI/WE6LaXkPsCA/s1600-h/6a00d83453572653ef00e54f7712228834-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScbRPg2dYRI/AAAAAAAACFI/WE6LaXkPsCA/s320/6a00d83453572653ef00e54f7712228834-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316166474604044562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I visited my aunt, that I haven't seen a little while, I used to go to her house every single day play with my cousin, that also I haven't seen a while. And I got that feeling that I'm old. I don't know if is because my birthday is coming but I can't stop feeling dizzy after I visit her house. It's strange how a visit to an old place can make you feel so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                               &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Home Sweet Home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I looked the old house I used to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The place looks like the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The floor now looking old still red, and the walls broken show that it been throught many years there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The kind face of my aunt greeting me makes me feel safe. Like I haven't in a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The smell of her house, the coffe and the old sofa I used to lie on watching cartoons with my cousin remains, and this makes my heart go slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The little toys still there, my cousin show 'em to me and that breaks my heart. Mine toys are gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's been so long since I've been here, and it still the same. I miss this place, I used to live here almost every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How that happened?. How I stopped my routine? I left people I loved behind. For many years I never showed up here and I can't remember why. But I won't let this continue. I'll change it. I can't let this great part of me just stop of exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There were my second home. My second fort. I miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now I can really see the meaning of that saying " Home sweet home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-3151099838552025685?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3151099838552025685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=3151099838552025685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3151099838552025685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3151099838552025685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScbRPg2dYRI/AAAAAAAACFI/WE6LaXkPsCA/s72-c/6a00d83453572653ef00e54f7712228834-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-8736212457849663934</id><published>2009-03-22T09:46:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:22:06.458-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The other side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScY2V5n-N5I/AAAAAAAACE4/n6MdghgfNBo/s1600-h/window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScY2V5n-N5I/AAAAAAAACE4/n6MdghgfNBo/s320/window.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315996160031078290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car is moving and I'm sitting in the back sit, Kings of Convenience is playing, and I'm looking throught the window. The atmosphere is so different there. Why where I live isn't like this?&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I see is the market... The place makes me feel more alive, more confidence.&lt;br /&gt;We walk in and have a pleasure time there.&lt;br /&gt;Once again I'm in the car watching throught the window the city, the cloudy day is back and the wind is like saying "I'm bring to you changes." At least I like to think.&lt;br /&gt;After a while we're in the road coming back home. And the happy feeling is leave behind. "Yeah", I think to myself, I belong there, I belong in the other side of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScY3cqwstKI/AAAAAAAACFA/uS9nKyLJdlU/s1600-h/KingsOfConvenience-RiotOnAnEmpty-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScY3cqwstKI/AAAAAAAACFA/uS9nKyLJdlU/s320/KingsOfConvenience-RiotOnAnEmpty-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315997375811859618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="381"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xeurp_kings-of-convenience-misread_creation&amp;amp;colors=background:191EE6;glow:E81515;&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xeurp_kings-of-convenience-misread_creation&amp;amp;colors=background:191EE6;glow:E81515;&amp;amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="480" height="381"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xeurp_kings-of-convenience-misread_creation"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kings of Convenience-Misread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be my friend&lt;br /&gt;You want us to get along&lt;br /&gt;Please do not expect me to&lt;br /&gt;Wrap it up and keep it there&lt;br /&gt;The observation I am doing could&lt;br /&gt;Easily be understood&lt;br /&gt;As cynical demeanour&lt;br /&gt;But one of us misread...&lt;br /&gt;And what do you know&lt;br /&gt;It happened again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is not a means&lt;br /&gt;You utilize to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I didn't notice&lt;br /&gt;friendship is an end&lt;br /&gt;What do you know&lt;br /&gt;It happened again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come no-one told me&lt;br /&gt;All throughout history&lt;br /&gt;The loneliest people&lt;br /&gt;Were the ones who always spoke the truth&lt;br /&gt;The ones who made a difference&lt;br /&gt;By withstanding the indifference&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's up to me now&lt;br /&gt;Should I take that risk or just smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you know&lt;br /&gt;It happened again&lt;br /&gt;What do you know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-8736212457849663934?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8736212457849663934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=8736212457849663934' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/8736212457849663934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/8736212457849663934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/other-side.html' title='The other side'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScY2V5n-N5I/AAAAAAAACE4/n6MdghgfNBo/s72-c/window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-3709218446690129966</id><published>2009-03-20T08:55:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:23:29.185-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short storys'/><title type='text'>Another bad dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScOFm9V6i4I/AAAAAAAACEo/Q-7kIQKYUpA/s1600-h/bewitched-1964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScOFm9V6i4I/AAAAAAAACEo/Q-7kIQKYUpA/s320/bewitched-1964.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315238889575320450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it first happened was kind of cool, in the second I said "Shit!" and now it happened again. The  bad dreams came along with the autumn and made myself wake up and stay awake for hours alone... The TV my inseparable friend broadcasting Bewitched series trying to entertain me and making me fall asleep is now pissed off too, it works all day and now almost all night.&lt;br /&gt;It's better the bad dreams go away with the rain that is falling out there before I become a Bewitched expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-3709218446690129966?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3709218446690129966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=3709218446690129966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3709218446690129966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3709218446690129966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-bad-dream.html' title='Another bad dream'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScOFm9V6i4I/AAAAAAAACEo/Q-7kIQKYUpA/s72-c/bewitched-1964.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-6004845920804964929</id><published>2009-03-19T07:33:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:36:47.127-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P.S. I love you'/><title type='text'>P.S. I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScIfxKlpyQI/AAAAAAAACEI/e9aYlwf_a3k/s1600-h/1048_Full_PS-I-love-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScIfxKlpyQI/AAAAAAAACEI/e9aYlwf_a3k/s320/1048_Full_PS-I-love-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314845439766939906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first walked in in the saraiva store, never crossed my mind that I would buy P.S. I love you. The strange thing was that I was only there to talk to somebody, so buying stuffs wasn't my plan... but when my eyes stared the book it caught my attention... And I bought it.&lt;br /&gt;In the other night I watched the P.S. I love you film so I would see the difference from the novel. It was the third time I was seeing the film. And believe me I loved it but after I read the book. My Gosh! It's completly different! I mean we know that almost every single time a film based on a novel isn't quite the same but in the end they all try to show the same thing... what in P.S. is completly different. If you see only the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;film&lt;/span&gt; it's perfect! But if you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; read&lt;/span&gt; the book you start to think what on earth would make the idiots change the whole story? What's the point? They changed pretty much the whole book. Only the story of a death husband that die and let the letters to his wife was the same. Of course that Gerard and Hillary is pretty much what the writer discribe in the book and it's inevitable don't think of them when you read. So the only good thing on the film are Gerry and Hillary.&lt;br /&gt;But let's not talk about  the film...&lt;br /&gt;P.S. is the kind of book that makes you laugh and cry, be happy and sad. It has this power. Cecila is a great writer and this is her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; novel. All the things she wrote is so clever! What Gerry did for Holly is so thoughtful and all her friends and family were very supportive. And I never after reading a book felt so sad for came to the end of something that was so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'll have all the tree girls with me for rest of my life because the book isn't only a simple book I read, this one is different, has emotion, life! Is like that I now know all the characters and they are part of me now.&lt;br /&gt;I want to put here the end of the book that  I really loved so if you haven't read it yet or you don't want to know how it ends stop reading here and go read the book. I'm sure you won't regreat! P.S. I love you is now in the top of my favorite books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" [...] She was a woman who had been given advice from a man she loved, who had taken it and tried her hardest to help heal herself. She now had a job that she loved and felt confiedence within herself to reach for what she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;She was a woman who made mistakes, who sometimes cried on a monday morning or at nigh in bed. She was a woman who often became bored with her life and found it hard to get up for work in the morning. She was a woman who more often than not had a bad hair today, who looked in the mirror and wonderred why she couldn't just drag herself to the gym more often, she was a woman who had sometimes hated her job and questioned what reason she had to live on this planet. She was a woman who sometimes just got things wrong.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, she was a woman with a million happy memories, who knew what it was like to experience true love and who was ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories, wheter it happened in ten months or ten years, Holly would obey Gerry's final message. Whatever lay ahed, she knew she would open her heart and follow where it led her.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, she would just live. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-6004845920804964929?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6004845920804964929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=6004845920804964929' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6004845920804964929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6004845920804964929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S. I love you'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScIfxKlpyQI/AAAAAAAACEI/e9aYlwf_a3k/s72-c/1048_Full_PS-I-love-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-6397149617255287411</id><published>2009-03-18T15:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:26:01.824-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Leona's new single : Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScJYoFmoxqI/AAAAAAAACEQ/1WTrHea6xho/s1600-h/Run_Lyrics_Mp3_Leona_Lewis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScJYoFmoxqI/AAAAAAAACEQ/1WTrHea6xho/s320/Run_Lyrics_Mp3_Leona_Lewis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314907955972851362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="381"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x7iu7b_leona-lewis-run-new_music&amp;amp;colors=background:2E05F0;glow:18F20F;&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x7iu7b_leona-lewis-run-new_music&amp;amp;colors=background:2E05F0;glow:18F20F;&amp;amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="480" height="381"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x7iu7b_leona-lewis-run-new_music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I'll sing it&lt;br /&gt;One last time for you&lt;br /&gt;Then we really have to go&lt;br /&gt;You've been the only thing&lt;br /&gt;That's right&lt;br /&gt;In all I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can barely look at you&lt;br /&gt;But every single time I do&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll make it anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Away from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up, light up&lt;br /&gt;As if you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right beside you dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think&lt;br /&gt;I might not see those eyes&lt;br /&gt;Makes it so hard not to cry&lt;br /&gt;And as we say&lt;br /&gt;Our long goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I nearly do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up, light up&lt;br /&gt;As if you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right beside you dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louder louder&lt;br /&gt;And we'll run for our lives&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly speak I understand&lt;br /&gt;Why you&lt;br /&gt;Can't raise your voice to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light Up, Light Up&lt;br /&gt;As if you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right beside you dear&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh Uh Uh&lt;br /&gt;Louder louder&lt;br /&gt;And we'll run for our lives&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly speak I understand&lt;br /&gt;Why you&lt;br /&gt;Can't raise your voice to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-6397149617255287411?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6397149617255287411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=6397149617255287411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6397149617255287411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6397149617255287411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/leonas-new-single-run.html' title='Leona&apos;s new single : Run'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScJYoFmoxqI/AAAAAAAACEQ/1WTrHea6xho/s72-c/Run_Lyrics_Mp3_Leona_Lewis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-5091519044391212324</id><published>2009-03-18T14:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:26:06.385-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>If you're out there by John Legend</title><content type='html'>This song is so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k53LzD2zVnARwzKef4&amp;amp;colors=background:154CD6;&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k53LzD2zVnARwzKef4&amp;amp;colors=background:154CD6;&amp;amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="480" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6k5f2_john-legend-if-youre-out-there-live_music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/foxysoul"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hear this message, wherever you stand&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling every woman, calling every man&lt;br /&gt;We're the generation&lt;br /&gt;We can't afford to wait&lt;br /&gt;The future started yesterday and we're already late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been looking for a song to sing&lt;br /&gt;Searched for a melody&lt;br /&gt;Searched for someone to lead&lt;br /&gt;We've been looking for the world to change&lt;br /&gt;If you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Then go on and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're out there&lt;br /&gt;Sing along with me&lt;br /&gt;If you're out there&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying to believe that you're out there&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and say it loud&lt;br /&gt;If you're out there&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's starting now&lt;br /&gt;Now, now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more broken promises&lt;br /&gt;No more call to war&lt;br /&gt;Unless it's love and peace that we're really fighting for&lt;br /&gt;We can destroy hunger&lt;br /&gt;We can conquer hate&lt;br /&gt;Put down the arms and raise your voice&lt;br /&gt;We're joining hands today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I was looking for a song to sing&lt;br /&gt;I searched for a leader&lt;br /&gt;But the leader was me&lt;br /&gt;We were looking for the world to change&lt;br /&gt;We can be heroes&lt;br /&gt;Just go on and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're out there&lt;br /&gt;Sing along with me&lt;br /&gt;If you're out there&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying to believe that you're out there&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and say it loud&lt;br /&gt;If you're out there&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's starting now&lt;br /&gt;Now, now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh now, now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're ready we can shake the world&lt;br /&gt;Believe again&lt;br /&gt;It starts within&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to wait for destiny&lt;br /&gt;We should be the change that we want to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're out there&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh&lt;br /&gt;If you're out there&lt;br /&gt;And you're ready now&lt;br /&gt;Say it loud&lt;br /&gt;Scream it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're out there&lt;br /&gt;Sing along with me&lt;br /&gt;If you're out there&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying to believe that you're out there&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and say it loud&lt;br /&gt;If you're out there&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's starting now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're out there&lt;br /&gt;If you're out there&lt;br /&gt;If you're out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hear this message, wherever you stand&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling every woman, calling every man&lt;br /&gt;We're the generation&lt;br /&gt;We can't afford to wait&lt;br /&gt;The future started yesterday and we're already late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-5091519044391212324?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5091519044391212324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=5091519044391212324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5091519044391212324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up by the sound of Josh's voice softly in my ear. I had forgot that he wanted to show me something.&lt;br /&gt;"I think it's time you wake up Dan" Josh said while he pulled me out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure?" I said laughing. "It's really a big deal this thing? Don't you wanna come back to bed were we can stay together?"&lt;br /&gt;"That sounds lovely but you promised  me that you would wake up, let's go"&lt;br /&gt;I really did promised  but he could show this thing later.&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, I'm going..." I said slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brushed my teeth and had a cup of coffe. The rain stopped but the wind was really cold outside. Josh said to me to follow him and so I did. He said the place he wanted to show to me was out there and we had to hurry. Believe me was hard walk in that conditions. I barely could feel my hands and my nose was red.&lt;br /&gt;"Aren't you enjoying here?" Josh said happily.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah... You're sick" I said laughing. "It's bloody cold here."&lt;br /&gt;"I can control the weather Dan, just think this as a bonus" He said with his crooked smile.&lt;br /&gt;"What bonus? That I can froze? It's better this be a great thing Josh" I said angry. The grass was wet and my sneakers were totally dirty.&lt;br /&gt;Our little trip took about more five minutes until we could see the beach and the sea and then I saw the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;"This was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; mister." Josh said sarcastically  .&lt;br /&gt;"It's beatiful Josh. Thank you!" I said giving him a kiss. "Sorry I were a pain in the ass but I have a bad humor when I wake up.."&lt;br /&gt;"It's better you change, or I'll never bring you here again." He said laughing.&lt;br /&gt;We stand there looking the sunrise about half hour and then we hit the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-720535599636408283?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/720535599636408283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=720535599636408283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/720535599636408283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/720535599636408283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-six-lighthouse-part-5.html' title='Chapter Five - The Lighthouse part 5'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-3846162116057313595</id><published>2009-03-18T11:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:47:03.986-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Download'/><title type='text'>Download : If you're not the one by Daniel Bedingfield</title><content type='html'>Here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?hzwhgz0znte"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you're not the one by Daniel Bedingfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-3846162116057313595?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3846162116057313595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=3846162116057313595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3846162116057313595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3846162116057313595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/download-if-youre-not-one-by-daniel.html' title='Download : If you&apos;re not the one by Daniel Bedingfield'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-3076906680326338309</id><published>2009-03-18T10:59:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:25:57.553-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short storys'/><title type='text'>I don't want to run away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScEBCjSJkJI/AAAAAAAACEA/CyQtRG-U0gU/s1600-h/20081025221726_pa100061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScEBCjSJkJI/AAAAAAAACEA/CyQtRG-U0gU/s320/20081025221726_pa100061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314530178616627346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another day came.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the night waiting for it and when it actually came I couldn't feel the wonder...&lt;br /&gt;The sky were there as usual except that I couldn't look at it and actually see it.&lt;br /&gt;It was like a blur.&lt;br /&gt;There was something missing.&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't see what it was.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's you.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. definately must be you.&lt;br /&gt;You've walked away from me and now I find it hard live without you...&lt;br /&gt;Who'd thought that even when you aren't here you could make me suffer...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back to me. I need you here with me. Without I'm nothing... just a average person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you're not the one by Daniel Bedingfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k47InqqmeStvdt8pVC&amp;amp;colors=background:265BE0;&amp;amp;autoPlay=1&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k47InqqmeStvdt8pVC&amp;amp;colors=background:265BE0;&amp;amp;autoPlay=1&amp;amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="480" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1702g_daniel-bedingfield-if-ure-not-the-o_music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/kellyfan42"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?&lt;br /&gt;If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?&lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call?&lt;br /&gt;If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know what the future brings&lt;br /&gt;But I know you are here with me now&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I could stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?&lt;br /&gt;If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?&lt;br /&gt;If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?&lt;br /&gt;If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;But I know that this much is true&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that you could be the one I die with&lt;br /&gt;And I pray in you're the one I build my home with&lt;br /&gt;I hope I love you all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I could stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Â‘Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And I breath you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today&lt;br /&gt;Â‘Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;And though I can't be with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;You know my heart is by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I could stay in your arms?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-3076906680326338309?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3076906680326338309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=3076906680326338309' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-5479809715553754897</id><published>2009-03-17T20:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:46:42.428-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Download'/><title type='text'>Download : I don't want to grow up - Scarlett Johansson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?tnjymwjm1ik"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't want to grow up - Scarlett Johansson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-5479809715553754897?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5479809715553754897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=5479809715553754897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5479809715553754897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5479809715553754897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/download-scarlett-johansson-song.html' title='Download : I don&apos;t want to grow up - Scarlett Johansson'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-7386419095112543285</id><published>2009-03-17T18:50:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:20:42.146-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short storys'/><title type='text'>What pathetic wall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScAfD3gr4UI/AAAAAAAACDQ/RYaGM5Bn2OY/s1600-h/select+wall+stone+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScAfD3gr4UI/AAAAAAAACDQ/RYaGM5Bn2OY/s320/select+wall+stone+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314281711598297410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel my body&lt;br /&gt;My soul is light and my body heavy.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I went where I wanted,&lt;br /&gt;but I can't really see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look through the window and see beyond,&lt;br /&gt;the wall there I'm looking at isn't only a wall,&lt;br /&gt;it shows the beatiful green place that I can see myself in.&lt;br /&gt;I could give a name for it but the unknown place looked more interesting without any name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the green turned into a blue sea with the dark sky out there,&lt;br /&gt;the wind came and bring with it the strengh I needed to continue.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the joy and suddenly I was alive again.&lt;br /&gt;And then I'm back to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! How I wanted to go back there and feel alive again!&lt;br /&gt;The wall now were just the pathetic wall.&lt;br /&gt;But the wind, oh the wind... The joy was with it and thankfully I could feel it embrace me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I hadn't been there, but I prefer believe that that place exist and only I can go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-7386419095112543285?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7386419095112543285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=7386419095112543285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/7386419095112543285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/7386419095112543285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-pathetic-wall.html' title='What pathetic wall...'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/ScAfD3gr4UI/AAAAAAAACDQ/RYaGM5Bn2OY/s72-c/select+wall+stone+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-559181306068373979</id><published>2009-03-17T16:34:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:05:16.272-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I just need to think about it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sb_-Bfv5-QI/AAAAAAAACDA/prR5EdBSQas/s1600-h/3095705080_bfb3212126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sb_-Bfv5-QI/AAAAAAAACDA/prR5EdBSQas/s320/3095705080_bfb3212126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314245386976229634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of the floor wet from the rain keeps reminding me that I still don't know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;Why is so difficult to choose what path to take?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, for God sake why it's so hard you say "Yeah! I'd definatly do this for the rest of my life" I wonder if I would ever say this phrase one day.&lt;br /&gt;I already had had an idea but just like that it was gone! The felling that I'd be happy with this job wasn't there with me anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Two months can make a big difference... Or I'm the real "I don't know" guy.&lt;br /&gt;The time is coming and I don't have a clue what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Is the time running out that makes this so difficult? You be pushed into something that you don't know. I wish I could stop the time. Have the power of decide what I really want. Bloody time. Why do we have to live all around time?&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;    .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song by the great actor and singer Scarlett Johansson called I don't want to grow up is pretty much all I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sb__bRjmoYI/AAAAAAAACDI/hdwle3IyAh0/s1600-h/425.johansson.scarlett.042208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sb__bRjmoYI/AAAAAAAACDI/hdwle3IyAh0/s320/425.johansson.scarlett.042208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314246929354760578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't want to grow up - Scarlett Johansson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm lyin' in my bed at night&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna grow up&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' ever seems&lt;br /&gt;To turn out right&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna grow up&lt;br /&gt;How do you move in a world of fog&lt;br /&gt;That's always changing things&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wish that I could be a dog&lt;br /&gt;When I see the price that you pay&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna gow up&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever wanna be that way&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna grow up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like folks turn into things&lt;br /&gt;That they'd never want&lt;br /&gt;The only thing to live for is today&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna put a hole in my T.V. set&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna grow up&lt;br /&gt;Open up the medicine chest&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna gow up&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna have to shout it out&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be filled with doubt&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be a good boy scout&lt;br /&gt;I don't wannt have to learn to count&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna have the biggest amount&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna grow up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I see my parents fight&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna gow up&lt;br /&gt;They all go out and drinking all night&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna grow up&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather stay here in my room&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' out there but sad and gloom&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna live in a big old tomb&lt;br /&gt;On Grand Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see the 5 o'clock news&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna grow up&lt;br /&gt;Comb their hair and shine their shoes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna grow up&lt;br /&gt;Stay around in my old hometown&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna put no money down&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna get me a big old loan&lt;br /&gt;Work them fingers to the bone&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna float a broom&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love and get married then boom&lt;br /&gt;How the hell did it get here so soon&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna grow up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-559181306068373979?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/559181306068373979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=559181306068373979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/559181306068373979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/559181306068373979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-need-to-think-about-it.html' title='I just need to think about it...'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sb_-Bfv5-QI/AAAAAAAACDA/prR5EdBSQas/s72-c/3095705080_bfb3212126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-4261852544856665435</id><published>2009-03-16T17:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:02:49.842-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short storys'/><title type='text'>I'm sitting here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sb68Cy1iIkI/AAAAAAAACC4/f2C2qaVFayI/s1600-h/AutumnTrees.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sb68Cy1iIkI/AAAAAAAACC4/f2C2qaVFayI/s320/AutumnTrees.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313891366535832130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here. In front of my computer and the old songs playing in the radio, the sun is going and the cold wind is telling he is going to stay the night, the birds are going home, and the sky is leave there waiting the sun goes and the moon come. And I'm here. The day that past today were like a funny holiday were I spent most of it in the bed reading... The Autumn is coming... I hope that with it my dreams come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-4261852544856665435?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4261852544856665435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=4261852544856665435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/4261852544856665435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/4261852544856665435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-sitting-here.html' title='I&apos;m sitting here...'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sb68Cy1iIkI/AAAAAAAACC4/f2C2qaVFayI/s72-c/AutumnTrees.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-4986360865997714290</id><published>2009-03-16T10:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:05:56.306-03:00</updated><title type='text'>New days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sb5cgbnTEdI/AAAAAAAACCU/n7k19Pl56EQ/s1600-h/welcome+back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sb5cgbnTEdI/AAAAAAAACCU/n7k19Pl56EQ/s320/welcome+back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313786322581918162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is strange when you look back the things you did.&lt;br /&gt;You were sure of something and then you find you were wrong about that. And suddenly you see yourself alone in the world... I thought...&lt;br /&gt;How stupid! My mom and friend were there, supporting me, making me laugh, and see that we aren't right every time.&lt;br /&gt;It was hard let go that felling and move on as it was something really unique, let's say...&lt;br /&gt;And now I look that all these days I've cried and thought I'd never find nothing like I thought I had is stupid... Because I don't have to find the people that really care about me. I already had them.&lt;br /&gt;I was blind for a short period of time and now I started seeing again.&lt;br /&gt;This are new days coming and saying "Welcome back!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-4986360865997714290?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4986360865997714290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=4986360865997714290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/4986360865997714290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/4986360865997714290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-days.html' title='New days'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sb5cgbnTEdI/AAAAAAAACCU/n7k19Pl56EQ/s72-c/welcome+back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-4591179752689674641</id><published>2009-03-16T10:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:30:19.170-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Nothing compares 2 U - Sinead O'Connor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rO8JWbG6bVw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rO8JWbG6bVw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been seven hours and  fifteen days&lt;br /&gt;since u took your love away&lt;br /&gt;I go out every night and sleep all day&lt;br /&gt;since u took your love away&lt;br /&gt;since you've been gone I can do whatever I want&lt;br /&gt;I can see whomever I choose&lt;br /&gt;I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant&lt;br /&gt;but nothing&lt;br /&gt;I said nothing can take away these blues,&lt;br /&gt;because nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;nothing compares 2 u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been so lonely without u here&lt;br /&gt;like a bird without a song&lt;br /&gt;nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling&lt;br /&gt;tell me baby where did I go wrong&lt;br /&gt;I could put my arms round every boy I see&lt;br /&gt;but they'd only remind me of you&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor guess what he told me&lt;br /&gt;guess what he told me&lt;br /&gt;he said girl u better try to have fun&lt;br /&gt;no matter what u do&lt;br /&gt;but he's a fool&lt;br /&gt;'cos nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;nothing compares 2 u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the flowers that u planted mama&lt;br /&gt;in the backyard&lt;br /&gt;all died when u went away&lt;br /&gt;I know that living with your baby was sometimes hard&lt;br /&gt;but I'm willing to give it another try&lt;br /&gt;nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;nothing compares 2 u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-4591179752689674641?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4591179752689674641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=4591179752689674641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/4591179752689674641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/4591179752689674641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-compares-2-u-sinead-oconnor.html' title='Nothing compares 2 U - Sinead O&apos;Connor'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-6979324996362392689</id><published>2009-03-14T09:59:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:13:35.679-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short storys'/><title type='text'>Goodbye my lover...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SbusWRlEOtI/AAAAAAAACCM/M99viWXS6vc/s1600-h/Goodbye_my_lover_by_korny_pnk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SbusWRlEOtI/AAAAAAAACCM/M99viWXS6vc/s320/Goodbye_my_lover_by_korny_pnk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313029684089600722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;To move on.&lt;br /&gt;To smile again.&lt;br /&gt;It was good had that felling that we belonged together but I have to acept that we're not meant to be happily ever after...&lt;br /&gt;It's now that I say&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-6979324996362392689?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6979324996362392689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=6979324996362392689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6979324996362392689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6979324996362392689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/goodbye-my-lover.html' title='Goodbye my lover...'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SbusWRlEOtI/AAAAAAAACCM/M99viWXS6vc/s72-c/Goodbye_my_lover_by_korny_pnk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-8271352594036197760</id><published>2009-03-13T16:31:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:46:08.588-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short storys'/><title type='text'>And Known...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sbq19x7MwRI/AAAAAAAACCE/MArqzQb8E1I/s1600-h/280079-10-distance-between-us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sbq19x7MwRI/AAAAAAAACCE/MArqzQb8E1I/s320/280079-10-distance-between-us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312758783415206162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we'll never share a bed together.. Never share our secrets... Our lips will  never touch each other and I'll never say to you how much I love you makes me cry because you were my Gerard B for a couple days... at least secretly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-8271352594036197760?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8271352594036197760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=8271352594036197760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/8271352594036197760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/8271352594036197760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-know.html' title='And Known...'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sbq19x7MwRI/AAAAAAAACCE/MArqzQb8E1I/s72-c/280079-10-distance-between-us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-266326791915633161</id><published>2009-03-12T23:01:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:05:56.353-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short storys'/><title type='text'>And I've tried...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sbm--DMJ8oI/AAAAAAAACB8/HF9eTEReqy0/s1600-h/walking_away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sbm--DMJ8oI/AAAAAAAACB8/HF9eTEReqy0/s320/walking_away.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312487208677667458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I have but looking at you made me speechless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you are so beatiful? You make me lost my mind and I can't say what I really want... Please give me strengh to show to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-266326791915633161?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/266326791915633161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=266326791915633161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/266326791915633161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/266326791915633161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-i-tried.html' title='And I&apos;ve tried...'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Sbm--DMJ8oI/AAAAAAAACB8/HF9eTEReqy0/s72-c/walking_away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-2326112587235041357</id><published>2009-03-12T21:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:30:38.898-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>In love....</title><content type='html'>When you're in love with somebody you do things you never thougt you could do haha. This song by Fergie say this perfetcly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KnBcIN1PExk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KnBcIN1PExk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it&lt;br /&gt;The girl can't help it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time&lt;br /&gt;That I saw your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Boy you looked right through me, mmmhmm&lt;br /&gt;Play it cool&lt;br /&gt;But I knew you knew&lt;br /&gt;That cupid hit me, mmm mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me trippin, stumbling, flippin, fumbling&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy cuz I'm fallin in love&lt;br /&gt;You got me slippin, tumbling, sinking, fumbling&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy cuz I'm fallin in love&lt;br /&gt;So in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it&lt;br /&gt;The girl can't help it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't breath&lt;br /&gt;When you touch me, see&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies so crazy, mmm mmm&lt;br /&gt;Whoa now, think I'm goin down&lt;br /&gt;Friends don't know whats with me, mmm mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me trippin, stumbling, flippin, fumbling&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy cuz I'm fallin in love&lt;br /&gt;You got me slippin, tumbling, sinking, fumbling&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy cuz I'm fallin in love&lt;br /&gt;So in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it&lt;br /&gt;The girl can't help it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, this isn't the first time this has happened to me&lt;br /&gt;This love sick thing&lt;br /&gt;I like serious relationships and a&lt;br /&gt;A girl like me dont stay single for long&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everytime a boyfriend and I break up&lt;br /&gt;My world is crushed and I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;The love bug crawls right back up and bites me and I'm back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it&lt;br /&gt;The girl can't help it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me trippin, stumbling, flippin, fumbling&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy cuz I'm fallin in love&lt;br /&gt;You got me slippin, tumbling, sinking, fumbling&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy cuz I'm fallin in love&lt;br /&gt;So in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in love with you&lt;br /&gt;So in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one from Gabriella Cilmi it's so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RepDkpRb9Hg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RepDkpRb9Hg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That old pair of jeans&lt;br /&gt;You always see me wearing when it's grey&lt;br /&gt;You know what i mean&lt;br /&gt;well I'm riding a lazy mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you've been waiting got me ready to go&lt;br /&gt;And I've been straying off the way that I know, keep me&lt;br /&gt;Wise enough, nothing to owe&lt;br /&gt;Guess I need ya and I want it to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying here in my sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;Days go past its autumn already&lt;br /&gt;And I wish it would thunder&lt;br /&gt;Lying here in my sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;Day's go past it's autumn already&lt;br /&gt;And I sit here and wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll kick off my shoes&lt;br /&gt;Think about the things that I'd like to do&lt;br /&gt;Everything going smooth&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nothing I'd rather do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you've been waiting got me ready to go&lt;br /&gt;And I've been straying off the way that I know, keep me&lt;br /&gt;Wise enough, nothing to owe&lt;br /&gt;Guess I need ya and I want it to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying here in my sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;Days go past its autumn already&lt;br /&gt;And I wish it would thunder&lt;br /&gt;Lying here in my sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;Day's go past it's autumn already&lt;br /&gt;And I sit here and wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I say and what I mean, are two very different things&lt;br /&gt;Can't tell life from lies got a bad sense of spins&lt;br /&gt;What I say and what I mean are two very different things, babe, it's time to figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding my hands in your hands and I wont let go&lt;br /&gt;Keeping your words and your face is a place like home&lt;br /&gt;I've been blind don't you know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-2326112587235041357?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2326112587235041357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=2326112587235041357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/2326112587235041357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/2326112587235041357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-love.html' title='In love....'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-3798164546174390548</id><published>2009-03-11T17:16:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:23:48.217-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short storys'/><title type='text'>I need you here with me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SbgdxRYvPRI/AAAAAAAACB0/iLDRsRPSf7Q/s1600-h/now_i_give_you_my_heart_by_Kerd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SbgdxRYvPRI/AAAAAAAACB0/iLDRsRPSf7Q/s320/now_i_give_you_my_heart_by_Kerd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312028492801457426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so much go there and say " I LOVE YOU SO MUCH " but I don't know if he loves me back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's eyes is so beatiful that I get lost and make a fool of myself. He's softly voice telling me about  my doubts is like song to my ear and I can't stop listen... I need you here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-3798164546174390548?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3798164546174390548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=3798164546174390548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3798164546174390548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3798164546174390548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-you-here-with-me.html' title='I need you here with me...'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SbgdxRYvPRI/AAAAAAAACB0/iLDRsRPSf7Q/s72-c/now_i_give_you_my_heart_by_Kerd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-7102798710576351379</id><published>2009-03-11T16:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:30:45.554-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death Cab for Cutie'/><title type='text'>Transatlanticism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SbgUerByAVI/AAAAAAAACBk/1j_LcmxT0dU/s1600-h/Transatlanticism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SbgUerByAVI/AAAAAAAACBk/1j_LcmxT0dU/s320/Transatlanticism.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312018277662327122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qNqQC7R_Me4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qNqQC7R_Me4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atlantic was born today and i'll tell you how...&lt;br /&gt;The clouds above opened up and let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere&lt;br /&gt;When the water filled every hole.&lt;br /&gt;And thousands upon thousands made an ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Making islands where no island should go.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.&lt;br /&gt;The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flood lands to your door have been silenced forever more.&lt;br /&gt;The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row&lt;br /&gt;It seems farther than ever before&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you so much closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you so much closer&lt;br /&gt;So come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a nice video made by a death cab fan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8CeZhdNsIDQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8CeZhdNsIDQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-7102798710576351379?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7102798710576351379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=7102798710576351379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/7102798710576351379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/7102798710576351379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/transatlanticism.html' title='Transatlanticism'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SbgUerByAVI/AAAAAAAACBk/1j_LcmxT0dU/s72-c/Transatlanticism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-7560499559620643305</id><published>2009-03-08T09:34:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T09:54:41.694-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short storys'/><title type='text'>And I woke up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SbO_DryhkvI/AAAAAAAACBc/7mqcSJO-4D0/s1600-h/52A1F834-FD5E-0493-FBBDE8D6A42F2DDE_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SbO_DryhkvI/AAAAAAAACBc/7mqcSJO-4D0/s320/52A1F834-FD5E-0493-FBBDE8D6A42F2DDE_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310798455615099634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short story written by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was very dark and the clock were in paused tic tacs... I thought the day would never come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hour and nothing. I need to see the sun. I need a new day. I need to see the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look to the clock and still the same. Maybe is a bad dream... "Wow" I said to myself after I slapped my face. Definatly is not a bad dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up and went to the kitchen. I had a glass of water and looked the stars. They were stood still up there. Some were high and some tired and you almost couldn't see them. I saw the dog sleeping. The owl flying by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so anxious to see the day that I forgot that the night is as good as the day, and as the sun shine brightly, the moon and the starts were there happy to see a strange that couldn't sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-7560499559620643305?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7560499559620643305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=7560499559620643305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/7560499559620643305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/7560499559620643305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-i-woke-up.html' title='And I woke up'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SbO_DryhkvI/AAAAAAAACBc/7mqcSJO-4D0/s72-c/52A1F834-FD5E-0493-FBBDE8D6A42F2DDE_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-2926660391669773237</id><published>2009-03-02T17:57:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:31:10.996-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><title type='text'>Changes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Saxe1RbMxII/AAAAAAAACBQ/6iPLaVw5ilw/s1600-h/Willyoungchanges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Saxe1RbMxII/AAAAAAAACBQ/6iPLaVw5ilw/s320/Willyoungchanges.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308722330066535554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song by Will Young is so great! You can't stop listening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9cfdd3b16f52e5e2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9cfdd3b16f52e5e2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331750475%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4F1E9684303AEAC520FAD4B4FA13A331DE71BDA0.1064CE4F3198361835F0AA4901B9B980BFCC97E2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9cfdd3b16f52e5e2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxU3p90eHekfxYoUM63GwJ1YzQx0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&lt;br /&gt;width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&lt;br /&gt;flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9cfdd3b16f52e5e2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331750475%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4F1E9684303AEAC520FAD4B4FA13A331DE71BDA0.1064CE4F3198361835F0AA4901B9B980BFCC97E2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9cfdd3b16f52e5e2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxU3p90eHekfxYoUM63GwJ1YzQx0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"&lt;br /&gt;allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Gotta shake myself&lt;br /&gt;Up here&lt;br /&gt;I should run away&lt;br /&gt;Run away, run away&lt;br /&gt;People say&lt;br /&gt;Don't even go near&lt;br /&gt;I can see the danger&lt;br /&gt;I'm aware&lt;br /&gt;I see the danger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go back once again&lt;br /&gt;It's like&lt;br /&gt;I learned nothing&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the front&lt;br /&gt;Of a queue&lt;br /&gt;Heading for trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it changes&lt;br /&gt;Hope my life changes&lt;br /&gt;Gets alright somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I hope it changes&lt;br /&gt;Cant you stay the same&lt;br /&gt;Been out of luck&lt;br /&gt;For so long&lt;br /&gt;And I don't get much&lt;br /&gt;So there's nothing&lt;br /&gt;Much to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a record&lt;br /&gt;Going round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's going round&lt;br /&gt;Going round, going round&lt;br /&gt;I know I should wanna&lt;br /&gt;Take it off&lt;br /&gt;But I find it hard&lt;br /&gt;Why do I find it hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a vision&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere up there&lt;br /&gt;Looking down on myself&lt;br /&gt;Doing right&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life&lt;br /&gt;It changes&lt;br /&gt;Hope my life changes&lt;br /&gt;Gets alright somehow&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I hope it changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant you stay the same&lt;br /&gt;Been out of luck&lt;br /&gt;For so long&lt;br /&gt;And I dont get much&lt;br /&gt;So there's nothing&lt;br /&gt;Much to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need a break&lt;br /&gt;A little one&lt;br /&gt;To get me up&lt;br /&gt;To watch the sun&lt;br /&gt;And hey&lt;br /&gt;It's peaceful here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it changes&lt;br /&gt;Hope my life changes&lt;br /&gt;Gets alright somehow&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Hope it changes&lt;br /&gt;Cant you stay the same&lt;br /&gt;(Can't you stay the same)&lt;br /&gt;Been out of luck&lt;br /&gt;For so long&lt;br /&gt;(Can't you stay the same)&lt;br /&gt;Dont get much&lt;br /&gt;So there's nothing&lt;br /&gt;Much to lose&lt;br /&gt;Changes&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Hope it changes&lt;br /&gt;Can't you stay the same&lt;br /&gt;Been out of luck&lt;br /&gt;For so long&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-2926660391669773237?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2926660391669773237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=2926660391669773237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/2926660391669773237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/2926660391669773237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/changes.html' title='Changes...'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/Saxe1RbMxII/AAAAAAAACBQ/6iPLaVw5ilw/s72-c/Willyoungchanges.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-2083898587620944211</id><published>2009-02-26T18:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:17:07.238-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Time...</title><content type='html'>We let everything behind...thinking that we'll have time, but time is something we don't have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-2083898587620944211?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2083898587620944211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=2083898587620944211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/2083898587620944211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/2083898587620944211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/time.html' title='Time...'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-3333666613424836408</id><published>2009-02-25T15:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:12:20.817-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick e Norah&apos;s Infinitive playlist'/><title type='text'>Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SaWIjokd3dI/AAAAAAAACAg/xwyG-IekZ14/s1600-h/nickandnorahsinfiniteplef4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SaWIjokd3dI/AAAAAAAACAg/xwyG-IekZ14/s320/nickandnorahsinfiniteplef4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306797881693167058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw this film and it's so good! So delicate. A beatiful romance with great songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-btDYY-uLeY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-btDYY-uLeY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-3333666613424836408?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3333666613424836408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=3333666613424836408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3333666613424836408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3333666613424836408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/nick-and-norahs-infinite-playlist.html' title='Nick and Norah&apos;s Infinite Playlist'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SaWIjokd3dI/AAAAAAAACAg/xwyG-IekZ14/s72-c/nickandnorahsinfiniteplef4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-7052771729703527648</id><published>2009-02-24T20:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:16:06.695-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><title type='text'>The Curious case of Benjamin Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SaR-e5_fH9I/AAAAAAAACAY/sx6nlLbDUJk/s1600-h/ccbb-552x806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SaR-e5_fH9I/AAAAAAAACAY/sx6nlLbDUJk/s320/ccbb-552x806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306505330377564114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I watched this film! And it's so wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;Brad Pitt is wonderful as Benjamin and Cate Blanchett is delicate as Daisy Fuller.&lt;br /&gt;When the film end you see how incredible this story is! I never read the book but as soon as possible I'll read it!&lt;br /&gt;I recomend it to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Trailer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oEL7oKO3n7U&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oEL7oKO3n7U&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-7052771729703527648?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7052771729703527648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=7052771729703527648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/7052771729703527648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/7052771729703527648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/curious-case-of-benjamin-button.html' title='The Curious case of Benjamin Button'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SaR-e5_fH9I/AAAAAAAACAY/sx6nlLbDUJk/s72-c/ccbb-552x806.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-4405989977347827347</id><published>2009-02-17T13:05:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:14:45.051-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lighthouse'/><title type='text'>Chapter Five - The Lighthouse part 4</title><content type='html'>"I really think this is one of the most beatiful romantic films ever made." Josh said.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. It's really good." I said watching the film.&lt;br /&gt;"So. About the film... If you found your Jamie... Would you marrie with the person?." Josh asked to me concerned.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah... Why not? I mean... If you know that is the one for you, I don't see why not." I said and looked deeply in his perfect blue eyes and said "Why you ask? Did you found your Jamie?" I said with sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;He laughed about it and just kissed me. We finished the film and as we said to each other we were crying as babys without their mums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So... What you wanna do now?" Josh asked.&lt;br /&gt;"You know... I just wanna be with you..." I said kissing his lips.&lt;br /&gt;"That's hard." He said laughing.&lt;br /&gt;"Really?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know... We'll have to try." He said looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really cold and the wind was hard out there, but in that moment nothing else matters to me... I was ok. I was felling safe. We were listen to Speed of Sound by Chris Bell, lying in the bed with a candle lighting up the room.&lt;br /&gt;My heart was high at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were kissing each other with such excitement that I was burning up. He take off his shirt and mine. He started kissing my belly and going lower.&lt;br /&gt;"It's ok to you?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah..." I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-4405989977347827347?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4405989977347827347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=4405989977347827347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/4405989977347827347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/4405989977347827347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-six-lighthouse-part-4.html' title='Chapter Five - The Lighthouse part 4'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-466505912441940743</id><published>2009-02-15T17:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:32:57.557-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simpsons new opening</title><content type='html'>I liked very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZGz1Ajg7QU&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZGz1Ajg7QU&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-466505912441940743?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/466505912441940743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=466505912441940743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/466505912441940743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/466505912441940743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/simpsons-new-opening.html' title='The Simpsons new opening'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-261123366494529457</id><published>2009-02-14T16:52:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:13:00.712-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waitress'/><title type='text'>Waitress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZcTKHouikI/AAAAAAAAB_0/hL0_gI8fnas/s1600-h/waitress_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZcTKHouikI/AAAAAAAAB_0/hL0_gI8fnas/s320/waitress_movie_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302728150821538370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much like the films of Hal Hartley, &lt;i&gt;Waitress&lt;/i&gt; is funny in a deadpan sort of way, but a sadness lurks below the surface. After making a splash in Hartley's &lt;i&gt;The Unbelievable Truth&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Trust&lt;/i&gt;, Adrienne Shelly turned to directing with &lt;i&gt;Sudden Manhattan&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;I'll Take You There&lt;/i&gt;. Set in a small Southern town, her third picture revolves around waitress Jenna (&lt;i&gt;Felicity&lt;/i&gt;'s radiant Keri Russell), who works at Joe's Pie Diner (Joe is played by Andy Griffith). Jenna is the pastry genius who makes Joe's joint shine. Her co-workers include the forthright Becky (Cheryl Hines, &lt;i&gt;Curb Your Enthusiasm&lt;/i&gt;) and insecure Dawn (Shelly). All three have man trouble, but Jenna has it the worst. Her husband, Earl (Jeremy Sisto, &lt;i&gt;Six Feet Under&lt;/i&gt;), treats her like a piece of property. When she finds out she's pregnant, Jenna fears she'll be stuck with him forever. Then, she develops a crush on her married obstetrician, Dr. Pomatter (Nathan Fillion, &lt;i&gt;Serenity&lt;/i&gt;). With the aid of her fanciful confections, like peachy keen tarts, their flirtation develops into a full-blown affair. It appears to be a no-win situation, but Shelly finds an empowering way to bring this bittersweet story to a close. If the candy-colored conclusion plays more like fantasy than reality, it's a fantasy worth embracing. Sadly, Shelly was murdered before &lt;i&gt;Waitress&lt;/i&gt; ever saw the light of day (leaving behind a husband and child of her own). Fortunately, her final film is far more life-affirming than morose, although it does end with the word "goodbye." --&lt;i&gt;Kathleen C. Fennessy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sweet film is so good! The cast is incredible and the story is something that lots of people live through. The search for your happines. I loved this film and the sadess thing is that the writer/director Adrienne Shelly was dead.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should see it! The original soundtrack is so good!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JZccnrYn8dA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JZccnrYn8dA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-261123366494529457?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/261123366494529457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=261123366494529457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/261123366494529457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/261123366494529457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/waitress.html' title='Waitress'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZcTKHouikI/AAAAAAAAB_0/hL0_gI8fnas/s72-c/waitress_movie_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-3107965828623861863</id><published>2009-02-13T19:40:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:13:08.261-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transamerica'/><title type='text'>Transamerica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZXpGVlJmbI/AAAAAAAAB_s/ZebAEIQhiCM/s1600-h/374129.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZXpGVlJmbI/AAAAAAAAB_s/ZebAEIQhiCM/s320/374129.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302400431380076978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmy® winner Felicity Huffman (Desperate Housewives) won the Best Actress (Drama) Golden Globe® Award for her "fiercely funny and deeply powerful" performance (Pete Hammond, Maxim) that is "thrilling to watch." (A.O. Scott, The New York Times) Huffman plays Bree Osbourne, a conservative transsexual woman, who learns she is the parent of a long-lost 17-year-old son (Kevin Zegers). The wheels of fortune take Bree and son on a cross-country adventure, including a memorable visit with Bree’s parents, that will change both of their lives. A funny, touching, completely original look at the modern American family, "TRANSAMERICA will leave you in a state of movie euphoria. It’s hilarious and deeply affecting." (Joe Morgenstern, The Wall Street Journal. "Felicity Huffman is incredible. One of the year’s most unforgettable performances." -Stephen Mooallem, Interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great film with great actors! Everyone should see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tralier:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4a7HXgYou-8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4a7HXgYou-8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-3107965828623861863?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3107965828623861863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=3107965828623861863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3107965828623861863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/3107965828623861863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/transamerica.html' title='Transamerica'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZXpGVlJmbI/AAAAAAAAB_s/ZebAEIQhiCM/s72-c/374129.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-4065471701263701264</id><published>2009-02-12T20:26:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:40:10.623-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CD'/><title type='text'>Safe Trip Home by Dido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZSiXNCZiUI/AAAAAAAAB_A/1W_f2IRwxjM/s1600-h/w6vbqo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZSiXNCZiUI/AAAAAAAAB_A/1W_f2IRwxjM/s320/w6vbqo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302041180842330434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Dido. She's one of my favorite singers.&lt;br /&gt;After a while without a new cd she released her third album Safe Trip Home that in my opinion is her best at the moment! She's more mature now, and the songs are so good, and the cd ends in a incredible way with  Northen Skies. The cd is also so beatiful, it's a digipack very nice. Here's my tip. A great cd to hear wherever you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-4065471701263701264?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4065471701263701264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=4065471701263701264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/4065471701263701264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/4065471701263701264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/safe-trip-home-by-dido.html' title='Safe Trip Home by Dido'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZSiXNCZiUI/AAAAAAAAB_A/1W_f2IRwxjM/s72-c/w6vbqo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-8136707124414301237</id><published>2009-02-12T12:47:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:14:39.959-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lighthouse'/><title type='text'>Chapter Five - The Lighthouse part 3</title><content type='html'>I woke up and looked around and Josh wasn't there. I walked into the window and looked the sea, was raining and really cold.  I went back to the bed with the laptop. I checked my e-mail but there was nothing there. I was starting felling odd there all by myself. I grab my cellphone to call my mum but there was no signal there. I turn on the TV and started watching SpongeBob Squarepants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey!" I heard someone yelling.&lt;br /&gt;"Hum?" I said sleeper.&lt;br /&gt;"I think you had enough time to sleep, don't you think?" The voice said that I started recognized. Was Josh.&lt;br /&gt;"I felt sleep again as I woke up and there was no one here..."&lt;br /&gt;"There's my fault, but it's for a good cause, see, I went to the market back town and bought us some real food." He said smiling.&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you" I said smiling.&lt;br /&gt;"But there's one condition" He said with sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;"Really? What?" I said smiling.&lt;br /&gt;"You'll have to kiss me"&lt;br /&gt;"Hum... I really have to? This is sooo horrible" - I said while I was walking to him.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't say... I may have to try with a mirror" He said laughing.&lt;br /&gt;"You can try on me.." And I kissed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what you wanna show me that is only early morning" I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! No way. I'll not tell you. It's a surprise and I see you have a little problem with time." He said laughin.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! I can wake up early. You'll see" I said looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;"All right!"&lt;br /&gt;"So... I think I'll sleep as you want me to wake up so early"&lt;br /&gt;"No way" He said and embraced me. "I thought we were going watch one film" He said looking in my eyes with his mercy face.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know,... What film?"&lt;br /&gt;"A walk to remember?"&lt;br /&gt;"Really? It's kind sad."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. It is but is beatiful" He said and stopped for a minute and then continued "I don't know I just thought that it could be our film, or at least the first of our films, you know, with a great love story behind." He look so cute when he try to convince me of something.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, but I'll let you know... I cry all the time"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry. Me too" And he kissed me rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Leonardo Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-8136707124414301237?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8136707124414301237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=8136707124414301237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/8136707124414301237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/8136707124414301237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-six-lighthouse-part-3.html' title='Chapter Five - The Lighthouse part 3'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-4271994667082322208</id><published>2009-02-11T08:22:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:13:17.004-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The jane austen book club'/><title type='text'>The Jane Austen book club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZKnEyz_zxI/AAAAAAAAB-w/9DPxzPYp6zo/s1600-h/2003337111736518521_rs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZKnEyz_zxI/AAAAAAAAB-w/9DPxzPYp6zo/s320/2003337111736518521_rs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301483412169674514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An all star cast joins acclaimed director/writer Robin Swicord (writer - Little Women, Memoirs of a Geisha) in this critically acclaimed film Six Californians start a club to discuss the works of Jane Austen, only to find their relationships - both old and new - begin to resemble 21st century versions of her novels. Stars Kathy Baker (Cider House Rules), Maria Bello (A History of Violence), Emily Blunt (Devil Wears Prada), Amy Brennemen (Juding Amy), Jimmy Smits (Star Wars Episodes 1-3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won this film from my friend and everytime that I would watch it I took another one and this always was left from later. But yesterday I catch it and put it in my dvd player and started to watch and I have the most incredible experience! This film is so good! Is full with everything that happens every single day with each one of us. This film should be seen by everyone at least once in their lifes.&lt;br /&gt;When the film ends, you start felling "A book club would be great". All the actors are great in the film, they seem not act but be the character, is absolutely fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zatP2-_NH2A&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zatP2-_NH2A&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-4271994667082322208?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4271994667082322208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=4271994667082322208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/4271994667082322208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/4271994667082322208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/jane-austen-book-club.html' title='The Jane Austen book club'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZKnEyz_zxI/AAAAAAAAB-w/9DPxzPYp6zo/s72-c/2003337111736518521_rs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-6151953543085267575</id><published>2009-02-10T13:41:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:33:40.211-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><title type='text'>What kind of beer ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W7SqlVjFp30&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W7SqlVjFp30&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great film by Cameron Crowe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZG_ZA3iKgI/AAAAAAAAB-g/Ipet3imzN2g/s1600-h/Almost_famous_poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZG_ZA3iKgI/AAAAAAAAB-g/Ipet3imzN2g/s320/Almost_famous_poster1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301228672842344962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trailer Almost Famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qk0XnyrENrE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qk0XnyrENrE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-6151953543085267575?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6151953543085267575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=6151953543085267575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6151953543085267575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6151953543085267575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-kind-of-beer.html' title='What kind of beer ?'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZG_ZA3iKgI/AAAAAAAAB-g/Ipet3imzN2g/s72-c/Almost_famous_poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-1594478776609625843</id><published>2009-02-09T18:11:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:38:28.411-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><title type='text'>Forgetting Sarah Marshall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZCN-9e5LZI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/7fO4MRiU-40/s1600-h/forgetting-sarah-marshall-poster-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZCN-9e5LZI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/7fO4MRiU-40/s320/forgetting-sarah-marshall-poster-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300892874210618770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this... awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="r"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com.br/url?sa=t&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;ct=res&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fpt.wiktionary.org%2Fwiki%2Fawesome&amp;amp;ei=3Y-QSe6iKozAMfeTsJ0L&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNFW3vwUr8jMaQWO-YgJktwREOCnqA&amp;amp;sig2=ESaE3GzmlVZENUS6pGL8Ug" class="l" onmousedown="return rwt(this,'','','res','1','AFQjCNFW3vwUr8jMaQWO-YgJktwREOCnqA','&amp;amp;sig2=ESaE3GzmlVZENUS6pGL8Ug')"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3xuMfKxXnDk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3xuMfKxXnDk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-1594478776609625843?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1594478776609625843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=1594478776609625843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/1594478776609625843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/1594478776609625843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/forgetting-sarah-marshall.html' title='Forgetting Sarah Marshall'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZCN-9e5LZI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/7fO4MRiU-40/s72-c/forgetting-sarah-marshall-poster-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-1794978509174259174</id><published>2009-02-09T17:48:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:33:48.391-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><title type='text'>The Net</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZCI2RNAy_I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/VGw3_FJ-LwA/s1600-h/the%2520net.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZCI2RNAy_I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/VGw3_FJ-LwA/s320/the%2520net.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300887227327368178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Net&lt;/i&gt;, the first of Hollywood's big cyberthrillers of the mid-1990s, was also the most successful, thanks in large part to the natural appeal of star Sandra Bullock. Still riding high from &lt;i&gt;Speed&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;While You Were Sleeping&lt;/i&gt;, Bullock plays a computer expert victimized by sinister cyberforces who steal her identity for reasons unknown. It's a clever combination of high-tech paranoia and Hitchcockian references (including Jeremy Northam as a romantic stranger named Devlin, after Cary Grant in &lt;i&gt;Notorious&lt;/i&gt;). Film historians may look back someday on films like this--Roger Ebert calls them "hacksploitation"--to see what they reveal about our society's reaction to the increasing role of technology in our lives, just as we now study the fears of Communism and the atom bomb reflected in films of the 1950s. Dennis Miller and Diane Baker costar. &lt;i&gt;--Jim Emerson&lt;/i&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is watching this "old" films that we see the films from this days aren't quite good as they used to be like ten years ago. This thriller with Sandra Bullock show this. You is surprised every time! So good! Is worth see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/46qKHq7REI4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/46qKHq7REI4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-1794978509174259174?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1794978509174259174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=1794978509174259174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/1794978509174259174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/1794978509174259174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/net.html' title='The Net'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZCI2RNAy_I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/VGw3_FJ-LwA/s72-c/the%2520net.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-6705736026829357291</id><published>2009-02-09T17:35:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:33:52.549-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><title type='text'>Across the Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZCF7ZQ2JGI/AAAAAAAAB94/4Xv4lAGThn4/s1600-h/1257_across_the_universe_1sht_1187298945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZCF7ZQ2JGI/AAAAAAAAB94/4Xv4lAGThn4/s320/1257_across_the_universe_1sht_1187298945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300884016855393378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZCHDz0SmlI/AAAAAAAAB-I/6o95xThM_j4/s1600-h/acrossuniverse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZCHDz0SmlI/AAAAAAAAB-I/6o95xThM_j4/s320/acrossuniverse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300885260933962322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Across the Universe&lt;/i&gt;, from director Julie Taymor, is a revolutionary rock musical that re-imagines America in the turbulent late-1960s, a time when battle lines were being drawn at home and abroad. When young dockworker Jude (Jim Sturgess) leaves Liverpool to find his estranged father in America, he is swept up by the waves of change that are re-shaping the nation. Jude falls in love with Lucy (Evan Rachel Wood), a rich but sheltered American girl who &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZCG429F7mI/AAAAAAAAB-A/i374wKl_iJY/s1600-h/Across_the_Universe_1lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZCG429F7mI/AAAAAAAAB-A/i374wKl_iJY/s320/Across_the_Universe_1lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300885072797625954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;joins the growing anti-war movement in New York's Greenwich Village. As the body count in Vietnam rises, political tensions at home spiral out of control and the star-crossed lovers find themselves in a psychedelic world gone mad. With a cameo by Bono, &lt;i&gt;Across the Universe&lt;/i&gt; is "the kind of movie you watch again, like listening to a favorite album." (Roger Ebert, Chicago Sun-Times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film is excellent! You watch it and you fell so good! The actors are great and the songs are even better! Great film everyone should see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                    Here's one of my favorite scenes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aBgC0ytvTMs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aBgC0ytvTMs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-6705736026829357291?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6705736026829357291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=6705736026829357291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6705736026829357291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/6705736026829357291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/across-universe.html' title='Across the Universe'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SZCF7ZQ2JGI/AAAAAAAAB94/4Xv4lAGThn4/s72-c/1257_across_the_universe_1sht_1187298945.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-5444471250148567664</id><published>2009-02-09T17:30:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:32:24.239-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>A Bad Dream - Keane</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9sPEDGkJAUE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9sPEDGkJAUE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why do I have to fly over every town up and down the line?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll die in the clouds above and you that I defend, I do not love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wake up, it's a bad dream, no one on my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was fighting but I just feel too tired to be fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guess I'm not the fighting kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where will I meet my fate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Baby I'm a man and I was born to hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And when will I meet my end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In a better time you could be my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wake up, it's a bad dream, no one on my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was fighting but I just feel too tired to be fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guess I'm not the fighting kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wouldn't mind it if you were by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But you're long gone, yes you're long gone now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where do we go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't even know my strange old face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'm thinking about those days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'm thinking about those days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wake up, it's a bad dream, no one on my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was fighting but I just feel too tired to be fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guess I'm not the fighting kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wouldn't mind it if you were by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But you're long gone, yes you're long gone now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-5444471250148567664?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5444471250148567664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=5444471250148567664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5444471250148567664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5444471250148567664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-dream-keane_09.html' title='A Bad Dream - Keane'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-4402536992409500536</id><published>2009-02-07T21:08:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:34:06.242-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><title type='text'>Running with Scissors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SY4UaT6-w8I/AAAAAAAAB9w/ib-V2ZTjdlM/s1600-h/Running_With_Scissors_DVD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SY4UaT6-w8I/AAAAAAAAB9w/ib-V2ZTjdlM/s320/Running_With_Scissors_DVD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300196253718463426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the personal memoirs of Augusten Burroughs, Running with Scissors is a excellent film. Different of everything you must have seen all these years. But is great! Everyone is shining on the film! Everyone should see this film because the message the film show you is what you need to move on. This scene for me is the best, when the song starts to play you start felling so good and then everything is magic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Ns9YCK_giA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Ns9YCK_giA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only know this film because my friend gave to me. He has a very good taste for films and this one is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trailer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OTL3R8xqmGY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OTL3R8xqmGY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-4402536992409500536?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4402536992409500536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=4402536992409500536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/4402536992409500536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/4402536992409500536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/running-with-scissors.html' title='Running with Scissors'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SY4UaT6-w8I/AAAAAAAAB9w/ib-V2ZTjdlM/s72-c/Running_With_Scissors_DVD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-5097278776636698552</id><published>2009-02-07T17:54:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:34:21.541-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><title type='text'>Nights in Rodanthe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SY3nN09amRI/AAAAAAAAB9o/EXuPlhYwSns/s1600-h/movie71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SY3nN09amRI/AAAAAAAAB9o/EXuPlhYwSns/s320/movie71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300146561225496850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Spark is defineletly a good romance writer. He can touch people very deep and his romances are always something to remember. Nights in Rodanthe is a great film. I loved but I still thinking what on earth Richard Gere is in the film. Maybe is me but I don't think he did a great job there.  But after all the film is worth to see and have in your collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wABFdUIIxlw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wABFdUIIxlw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-5097278776636698552?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5097278776636698552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=5097278776636698552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5097278776636698552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/5097278776636698552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/nights-in-rodanthe.html' title='Nights in Rodanthe'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SY3nN09amRI/AAAAAAAAB9o/EXuPlhYwSns/s72-c/movie71.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636625817354064299.post-2149642956409192142</id><published>2009-02-07T17:40:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:13:28.009-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The sisterhood of the traveling pants'/><title type='text'>The sisterhood of the traveling pants films</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SY3kLrJG6OI/AAAAAAAAB9g/2aBJk1oM-QU/s1600-h/sisterhood_of_the_traveling_pants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SY3kLrJG6OI/AAAAAAAAB9g/2aBJk1oM-QU/s320/sisterhood_of_the_traveling_pants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300143225695561954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SY3kEWj6w9I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/DJAAceCLAYo/s1600-h/sisterhood-pants-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SY3kEWj6w9I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/DJAAceCLAYo/s320/sisterhood-pants-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300143099911783378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film based on the novels of Ann Brashares is so great! Full with laughters and joy. Discovering and how to deal with the future. All the four girls are perfect!&lt;br /&gt;And the scenes in greece is so beatiful! The village is really like the Mamma Mia! one.&lt;br /&gt;I recomend it to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sisterhood of the traveling pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wVoYSu5gNEo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wVoYSu5gNEo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sisterhood of the traveling pants 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y9wU-SfV-SQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y9wU-SfV-SQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1636625817354064299-2149642956409192142?l=leomartinsoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2149642956409192142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1636625817354064299&amp;postID=2149642956409192142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/2149642956409192142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1636625817354064299/posts/default/2149642956409192142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leomartinsoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/sisterhood-of-traveling-pants-films.html' title='The sisterhood of the traveling pants films'/><author><name>Leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00630379123439422687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_J9n06jnXjI/TxdhEqvD9JI/AAAAAAAACy0/nMph6fV4cQM/s220/381754_2454444115922_1096637676_32005018_1870008148_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_STiaEy6XOM8/SY3kLrJG6OI/AAAAAAAAB9g/2aBJk1oM-QU/s72-c/sisterhood_of_the_traveling_pants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
