<?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-355139157724980263</id><updated>2011-12-18T17:41:15.344-03:00</updated><category term='moda'/><title type='text'>Morra Seco!</title><subtitle type='html'>Porque se é pra morrer, que seja com estilo...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Somatório</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18235141953318475427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-5386656414197777340</id><published>2010-01-21T09:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T09:03:28.664-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><title type='text'>´Toda mulher que seduzir um homem para que ele se case com ela, utilizando-se de sapatos de salto alto ou outros artifícios(...)será castigada com as penas de bruxaria´</title><summary type='text'>




Em semana de Sao Paulo Fashion Week, eu decidi reviver o assunto do morra seco com uma das minhas maiores paixoes... acho que por ter 1.65 e sempre me achar baixinha demais, o salto alto é um item que nunca faltou no meu armário e o qual eu domino elegância e estilo. Nunca cai de salto, embora seja capaz de pular e até mesmo correr com eles... 
Os saltos altos são símbolos de poder e </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=5386656414197777340' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/5386656414197777340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/5386656414197777340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2010/01/toda-mulher-que-seduzir-um-homem-para.html' title='´Toda mulher que seduzir um homem para que ele se case com ela, utilizando-se de sapatos de salto alto ou outros artifícios(...)será castigada com as penas de bruxaria´'/><author><name>Lai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o55bKnBrLq8/TVnaLnyu5EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bYLqCbsQ7-0/s220/CIMG1616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-8483612083025120070</id><published>2010-01-20T21:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:31:43.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DECISAO!</title><summary type='text'>Sabe, eu acabei de tomar uma decisao...
Eu nao vou deixar o morra seco morrer seco!
Nao vou , nao vou , nao vou e tenho dito!

Sobre o que eu vou escrever? Nao tenho a menor ideia... astrologia, poesia, moda, maluquice, informatica, coisas geeks.... SEI LA!
Mas era legal ter o morra seco aqui com posts de pessoas variadas.
Assim, estou voltando e voces, que MORRAM SECOS! 

Beijos</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=8483612083025120070' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/8483612083025120070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/8483612083025120070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2010/01/decisao.html' title='DECISAO!'/><author><name>Lai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o55bKnBrLq8/TVnaLnyu5EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bYLqCbsQ7-0/s220/CIMG1616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-3502337068663125903</id><published>2008-10-22T23:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:47:51.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O morra seco morreu seco?Deem suas opinioes a respeito...</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=3502337068663125903' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/3502337068663125903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/3502337068663125903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-morra-seco-morreu-seco-deem-suas.html' title=''/><author><name>Lai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o55bKnBrLq8/TVnaLnyu5EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bYLqCbsQ7-0/s220/CIMG1616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-8837651686477001390</id><published>2008-10-22T23:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:31:52.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saudade é uma das palavras mais presentes na poesia de amor da língua portuguesa e também na música popular, "saudade", só conhecida em galego-português, descreve a mistura dos sentimentos de perda, distância e amor. A palavra vem do latim "solitas, solitatis" (solidão), na forma arcaica de "soedade, soidade e suidade" e sob influência de "saúde" e "saudar".Diz a lenda que foi cunhada na época </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=8837651686477001390' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/8837651686477001390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/8837651686477001390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2008/10/saudade-uma-das-palavras-mais-presentes.html' title=''/><author><name>Lai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o55bKnBrLq8/TVnaLnyu5EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bYLqCbsQ7-0/s220/CIMG1616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-6197525688866199578</id><published>2008-10-15T22:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:49:10.624-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E...</title><summary type='text'>No peito dos desafinados bem no fundo do peito. No peito dos desafinados bate calado um coracao.E morram secos todos voces!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=6197525688866199578' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/6197525688866199578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/6197525688866199578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2008/10/e.html' title='E...'/><author><name>Lai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o55bKnBrLq8/TVnaLnyu5EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bYLqCbsQ7-0/s220/CIMG1616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-5661190328613985509</id><published>2008-01-10T06:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T11:57:22.014-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hakura se mudando =P</title><summary type='text'>Oi gente, aqui é o Hakura e gostaria de dizer com prazer que estou indo para o Wordpress.Já fiz meu primeiro post lá e espero que seja quem for que ainda lê meu blog (ou para os leitores do Morra Seco!) passe lá pra visitar! =PAbraços e fiquem bem o\  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=5661190328613985509' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/5661190328613985509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/5661190328613985509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2008/01/hakura-se-mudando-p.html' title='Hakura se mudando =P'/><author><name>Cláudio Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515537065230757754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DzlsX5IEZew/TgtzOKDBYTI/AAAAAAAABHg/FSN9hhOWys0/s220/forblog.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-4341261737612038281</id><published>2007-12-20T08:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T13:03:05.573-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias... Ah, férias.</title><summary type='text'>Que coisa estranha, lá estou eu mexendo no Multiply que o Kamui me indicou (valeu cara! =D) e comecei a reler coisas antigas minhas. Lá no Undergoogle eu vi uma notícia sobre aparecer o profile nas pesquisas do Google, e lá vai o retardado procurar "Cláudio Porto Ribeiro". Não, eu não achei meu profile do Orkut mas achei meu profile antigamente quando eu devia ter uns... (?) 10 anos num fórum de </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=4341261737612038281' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/4341261737612038281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/4341261737612038281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/12/frias-ah-frias.html' title='Férias... Ah, férias.'/><author><name>Cláudio Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515537065230757754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DzlsX5IEZew/TgtzOKDBYTI/AAAAAAAABHg/FSN9hhOWys0/s220/forblog.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-6943563436738614086</id><published>2007-07-18T23:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:47:50.619-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Can't This Be Love?</title><summary type='text'>mais nada a declarar =|ps.: não sei ainda se vou voltar à ativa, mas quis postar...</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=6943563436738614086' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/6943563436738614086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/6943563436738614086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-cant-this-be-love.html' title='Why Can&apos;t This Be Love?'/><author><name>Somatório</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18235141953318475427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-2252484681828963943</id><published>2007-06-04T00:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T00:07:27.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tadinho...</title><summary type='text'>do morra seco... só eu dou atençao a ele.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=2252484681828963943' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/2252484681828963943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/2252484681828963943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/06/tadinho.html' title='Tadinho...'/><author><name>Lai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o55bKnBrLq8/TVnaLnyu5EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bYLqCbsQ7-0/s220/CIMG1616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-7260483238261597039</id><published>2007-05-30T21:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:06:39.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SER BELORIZONTINO</title><summary type='text'>Você sabe o que é ser belorizontino?Pessoal, Cê é belorizontino quando...... Cê já tomou banho de mangueira e cê sabe o que isso significa.... Cê já tentou dar a volta na Lagoa da Pampulha de bicicleta partindo da frente do Iate, do PIC ou do Museu.... Cê sabe que a Serraria Sousa Pinto não é uma serraria.... Cê já andou de bicicleta ou patins no estacionamento do Mineirão.... Cê já foi ao </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=7260483238261597039' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/7260483238261597039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/7260483238261597039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/05/ser-belorizontino.html' title='SER BELORIZONTINO'/><author><name>Lai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o55bKnBrLq8/TVnaLnyu5EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bYLqCbsQ7-0/s220/CIMG1616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-5003651797607651902</id><published>2007-05-23T21:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T21:30:57.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento Cultural</title><summary type='text'>Meus livros e nada mais- Se você gostou dele por que não tenta?- Uh… imagine se ele realmente se interessasse por mim e começasse uma paquera...- Adorei te ver.- Eu também.- Nossa, você por aqui?- É, eu trabalho aqui.- Não sabia. Que interessante!- Oi!- Olá.- Nesta cidade tão grande a gente sempre se esbarra por aí. Engraçado, não é?- Deve ser porque temos gostos parecidos.- Pode ser. Você gosta </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=5003651797607651902' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/5003651797607651902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/5003651797607651902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/05/momento-cultural.html' title='Momento Cultural'/><author><name>Lai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o55bKnBrLq8/TVnaLnyu5EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bYLqCbsQ7-0/s220/CIMG1616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-2926252539195690549</id><published>2007-05-23T20:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T21:03:19.787-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltando dos mortos... Será??</title><summary type='text'>Depois de eras sem postar aki eu to voltando... Será?? É... A falta de tempo tá grande... E a de inspiração tah maior ainda!! Mas eu naum vou abandonar o Morra Seco!! Naum deixo o Soma fechar naaaaum!!!Mas é q eu naum to sabendo nem o q fazer da minha vidaaaa!!! Socorroooo!!! Alguém me ajudaaa!!!Pq a gente naum entende um ao outro?? Seria tudo taaaaaaaaaaaum mais fácil... Mas faz parte da vida </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=2926252539195690549' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/2926252539195690549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/2926252539195690549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/05/voltando-dos-mortos-ser.html' title='Voltando dos mortos... Será??'/><author><name>Flor-de-Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11203333121422134858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-1576782602828673641</id><published>2007-05-20T13:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T13:12:47.199-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o morra seco foi esquecido?</title><summary type='text'>é, pelo jeito meu querido blog feliz foi esquecido...acho que sou o único que visita sem que digam "olha lá"...será que acabo com ele? porque de blog só pra eu ler já basta o desabafos (que ironicamente parece que alguns ainda leem)veremos com o tempo =(lua... te adoro</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=1576782602828673641' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/1576782602828673641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/1576782602828673641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-morra-seco-foi-esquecido.html' title='o morra seco foi esquecido?'/><author><name>Somatório</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18235141953318475427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-3564498544384435926</id><published>2007-05-06T14:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T15:01:18.299-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafar fax bem!</title><summary type='text'>Momentos felizes so depende de nós...podemos fazer dles raro ou constantes, porém dependes das nossas atitudes.Fazer algo pensando q esta certo , e lá na  frente ve q estava errado maxuka;Se dar de+, e receber d- dói;Tenta e naum conseguir desanima;Xorar...msm n kerendo, contra a sua vontade...eh ser fraco ou sensivel.Ser fraco eh um defeito, porém muitas pessoas naum conseguem se livrar </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=3564498544384435926' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/3564498544384435926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/3564498544384435926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/05/desabafar-fax-bem.html' title='Desabafar fax bem!'/><author><name>Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269679985231146239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-8119778783622919579</id><published>2007-05-05T22:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T22:16:50.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'>será um adeus ou só mais um até logo?</title><summary type='text'>pois é galera (se é que alguém entra aqui ainda)...coisas acontecem na vida de uma pessoa, e essas coisas podem tanto por pra cima, como pra baixo...infelizmente aconteceram coisas que me tiraram o pique de postar aqui, e quando criei decidi que seria meu "cantinho alegre" onde eu nunca postaria as minhas tristezas... então (ao menos no momento) não tenho motivos para continuar postando, desculpe</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=8119778783622919579' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/8119778783622919579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/8119778783622919579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/05/ser-um-adeus-ou-s-mais-um-at-logo.html' title='será um adeus ou só mais um até logo?'/><author><name>Somatório</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18235141953318475427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-6967276604748762142</id><published>2007-05-02T22:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T22:53:52.601-03:00</updated><title type='text'>be my penguin?</title><summary type='text'>a pessoa pra quem é isso sabe e na certa não vai dar muita bola mas dane-se...</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=6967276604748762142' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/6967276604748762142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/6967276604748762142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/05/be-my-penguin.html' title='be my penguin?'/><author><name>Somatório</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18235141953318475427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-1106580026186198197</id><published>2007-04-19T23:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:24:25.637-03:00</updated><title type='text'>did you know?</title><summary type='text'>um estudo sobre o nosso mundo...mudanças acontecem =o</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=1106580026186198197' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/1106580026186198197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/1106580026186198197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/04/did-you-know.html' title='did you know?'/><author><name>Somatório</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18235141953318475427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-6484082660360117510</id><published>2007-04-17T23:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T23:46:48.719-03:00</updated><title type='text'>she...</title><summary type='text'>She May be the face I can't forget The trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure or the price I have to pay She May be the song that summer sings May be the chill that autumn brings May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a dayShe May be the beauty or the beast May be the famine or the feast May turn each day into a heaven or a hell She may be the mirror of my dreams The </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=6484082660360117510' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/6484082660360117510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/6484082660360117510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/04/she.html' title='she...'/><author><name>Somatório</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18235141953318475427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-4679660051395660680</id><published>2007-04-11T23:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T23:07:07.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody need somebody</title><summary type='text'>que as músicas do blues brothers são algo qualquer pessoa que ouça blues sabe, mas essa é especial (ao menos pra mim)We’re so glad to see so many of you lovely people here tonightAnd we would especially like to welcome all the representativesOf Illinois’ law enforcement communityWho have chosen to join us here in the Palace Hotel Ballroom at this timeWe sincerely hope that you enjoy the showAnd </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=4679660051395660680' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/4679660051395660680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/4679660051395660680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/04/everybody-need-somebody.html' title='everybody need somebody'/><author><name>Somatório</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18235141953318475427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-6111695652729571724</id><published>2007-04-05T03:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T03:04:41.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'>InsoMMMnia</title><summary type='text'>InsoMMMMMMMMMMMMMMnia....Será que alguem mais alem de mim sofre isso nesse blog.InsoMMMMMMMMMMMMMMnia...Palavra bonitinha.o.OAcho que eu nao estou bem.E a Lalá [Nao sou eu!!! A outra Lalá. Naaao, ela nao é meu eu oculto!]Ta... vou beber chá.Quanta inutilidade.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=6111695652729571724' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/6111695652729571724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/6111695652729571724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/04/insommmnia_05.html' title='InsoMMMnia'/><author><name>Lai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o55bKnBrLq8/TVnaLnyu5EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bYLqCbsQ7-0/s220/CIMG1616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-143139067961068778</id><published>2007-03-31T15:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T15:15:45.769-03:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing sony robots</title><summary type='text'>só isso a dizer: wow, eu quero um desses pra mim =O</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=143139067961068778' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/143139067961068778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/143139067961068778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/03/dancing-sony-robots.html' title='dancing sony robots'/><author><name>Somatório</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18235141953318475427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-1536992744125037112</id><published>2007-03-31T12:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T12:22:07.339-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Surpreenda-se</title><summary type='text'>Surpreenda-seHoje é dia de descobertas.Descubra em primeiro lugar,o que você tem de bom para oferecer ao mundo.Sabe aquele sorriso que todo mundo gosta?Ou aquele seu jeito de falar com cada um com carinho e atenção.Pode ser, que todo mundo goste mesmo é da sua disposição e invejem a sua atitude sempre firme.Hoje é dia de descobertas.Coloque um desafio diferente para a sua vida.Desafie-se! </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=1536992744125037112' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/1536992744125037112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/1536992744125037112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/03/surpreenda-se.html' title='Surpreenda-se'/><author><name>Lai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o55bKnBrLq8/TVnaLnyu5EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bYLqCbsQ7-0/s220/CIMG1616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-7881378850924609748</id><published>2007-03-30T01:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T01:41:02.784-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Morre Lentamente..."</title><summary type='text'>Morre lentamente quem evita uma paixão,Quem prefere o preto ao invés do branco,Ou branco ao invés do pretoE os pingos nos iis à um redemoinho de emoções,Exatamente a que resgata o brilho nos olhos,O sorriso nos lábios e coração aos tropeçosMorre lentamente quem não vira a mesa quando está infeliz no trabalho,Quem não arrisca o certo pelo incerto para ir atrás de um sonhoMorre lentamente quem não </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=7881378850924609748' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/7881378850924609748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/7881378850924609748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/03/morre-lentamente.html' title='&quot;Morre Lentamente...&quot;'/><author><name>Lai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o55bKnBrLq8/TVnaLnyu5EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bYLqCbsQ7-0/s220/CIMG1616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-6595549397859723835</id><published>2007-03-24T20:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T20:57:44.997-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bem... Agora o Morra Seco! tem outra colaboradora!!!! Não devo postar muitas vezes mas quando der, eu posto!! =DBem, vou começar mandando um texto que vocês devem ter ouvido alguma vez... Mas sempre que eu o leio tenho uma sensação que não dá pra explicar...  Meu coração está aos pulos!Quantas vezes minha esperança será posta à prova?Por quantas provas terá ela que passar?Tudo isso que está aí no</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=6595549397859723835' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/6595549397859723835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/6595549397859723835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/03/bem.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor-de-Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11203333121422134858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-3125975940208150588</id><published>2007-03-22T21:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:07:36.279-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você achou que eu morri?</title><summary type='text'>Oi povo!!!Sim , eu sei que eu sumi , desapareci , tomei chá de sumisso mas é que as coisas na facul estao apertando. Desculpa por isso gente!!!Mas voltando a um pouco de cultura por aqui.Eu ja viciei meio mundo nessa musica e vou viciar vocês tambem. Essa musica é tudo!E é cultural já que é uma musica de uma cantora meio alternativa , a Fiona Apple.Pra quem é Sing Along como eu ... ai vai a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=3125975940208150588' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/3125975940208150588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/3125975940208150588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/03/voc-achou-que-eu-morri.html' title='Você achou que eu morri?'/><author><name>Lai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o55bKnBrLq8/TVnaLnyu5EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bYLqCbsQ7-0/s220/CIMG1616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-321596133701019961</id><published>2007-03-20T23:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T23:28:51.224-03:00</updated><title type='text'>There she is!</title><summary type='text'>aqui vai uma animação que eu gosto muito, there she is, ela mostra o quanto seres diferentes podem se apaixonar (eu ando meloso =\)parte 1:parte 2:edit: já que ninguém visita meu blog feliz (sério, comentam comigo mais do desabafos que daqui =\), ou se visitam não comentam nada, eu vou fazer o meu aqui, eu pessoalmente gosto mais da cake dance, sei la porque, talvez a musica, talvez o que ele </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=321596133701019961' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/321596133701019961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/321596133701019961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/03/there-she-is.html' title='There she is!'/><author><name>Somatório</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18235141953318475427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-1516417238814796108</id><published>2007-03-16T21:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T21:06:22.225-03:00</updated><title type='text'>nellie the elephant \o/</title><summary type='text'>To Bombay a travelling circus cameThey brought an intelligent elephantand Nellie was her nameOne dark night she slipped her iron chain,and off she ran to Hindustanand was never seen againoooooooooooooooooo...[Chorus:]Nellie the elephant packed her trunkand said goodbye to the circusoff she rode with a trumpety trumptrump trump trumpNellie the elephant packed her trunkand trundled off to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=1516417238814796108' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/1516417238814796108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/1516417238814796108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/03/nellie-elephant-o.html' title='nellie the elephant \o/'/><author><name>Somatório</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18235141953318475427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-4672635442077878139</id><published>2007-03-14T20:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T20:53:39.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun plz :P</title><summary type='text'>Bom eu tava andando pela internet, fulo da vida porque perdi no GunZ pra um carinha aí (eu não sou nerd XDDD mas que eu fico fulo, eu fico o.õ) e aí eu pensei: pô, por que eu não posto no Morra Seco? Vai ver eu me animo (y). Só que aí eu pensei: o_o o que diabos eu vou postar? /o\Então eu resolvi postar algo aleatório contando os meus pensamentos (acima) e agora eu pensei em fazer uma lista de </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=4672635442077878139' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/4672635442077878139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/4672635442077878139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/03/fun-plz-p.html' title='Fun plz :P'/><author><name>Cláudio Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15515537065230757754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DzlsX5IEZew/TgtzOKDBYTI/AAAAAAAABHg/FSN9hhOWys0/s220/forblog.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-6391191268587266535</id><published>2007-03-13T13:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T13:14:59.573-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhar</title><summary type='text'>Sonhar é sair pela janela da liberdade,é vaguear pelos caminhosproibidos ou não.É, sem ter um rumo qualquer,ter um alvo a perseguir:a felicidade.Sonhar é não limitar-se a limitessejam eles quais forem,impostos ou não.É fazer do impossível o possívelquando e como quiser o coração.Sonhar é viver o passado no futuroe o futuro no presente.É ter o se quere afastar o que não se desejaÉ despertar dentro</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=6391191268587266535' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/6391191268587266535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/6391191268587266535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/03/sonhar.html' title='Sonhar'/><author><name>Lai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o55bKnBrLq8/TVnaLnyu5EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bYLqCbsQ7-0/s220/CIMG1616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-5802438343579481519</id><published>2007-03-11T20:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T20:12:20.268-03:00</updated><title type='text'>você tem bons reflexos?</title><summary type='text'>é isso aí mesmo, mas não estou falando de reflexo do espelho por exemplo, estou falando da velocidade de reação involuntária...bem, faça seu teste aqui =)se alguém quiser falar seu resultado fique a vontade...não vou por o meu ao menos por agora, mas posso dizer que vi que meus reflexos continuam bons =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=5802438343579481519' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/5802438343579481519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/5802438343579481519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/03/voc-tem-bons-reflexos.html' title='você tem bons reflexos?'/><author><name>Somatório</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18235141953318475427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-3226457600925549317</id><published>2007-03-11T12:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T12:56:16.148-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguém está soprando as velinhas hoje!</title><summary type='text'>Pois é, mais um ano que se passa para a Lady Lua!Meus mais sinceros parabéns e votos de felicidade nesses próximos anos de vida... que tu encontre tudo o que procuras e faça tudo o que desejas! tu vai ver como as portas se abrem mais quando se faz a tua idade atual (não conto, porque idade de mulher não se revela =))e eras isso, to meio sem criatividade agora...</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=3226457600925549317' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/3226457600925549317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/3226457600925549317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/03/algum-est-soprando-as-velinhas-hoje.html' title='Alguém está soprando as velinhas hoje!'/><author><name>Somatório</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18235141953318475427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-304753006537223956</id><published>2007-03-10T16:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T16:44:04.861-03:00</updated><title type='text'>vai ser criativo assim no...</title><summary type='text'>o pessoal da sony com toda a certeza merece morrer seco, olhem a propaganda que eles fizeram para a televisão lcd bravia =Oimagina o trabalho pra gravar? ou melhor, pra juntar as bolinhas depois?se não consegue imaginar... (em ingles)e lógico, sempre que se faz algo criativo, vem alguém imitar tirando sarro...agradecimentos ao meu amigo marcel por ter me mostrado o video... valeu carinha! =D</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=304753006537223956' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/304753006537223956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/304753006537223956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/03/vai-ser-criativo-assim-no.html' title='vai ser criativo assim no...'/><author><name>Somatório</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18235141953318475427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-4113801676140634403</id><published>2007-03-10T16:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T16:32:28.864-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Morra seco virando sign!</title><summary type='text'>pois é, meu amigo invasor (esse é o nick dele) fez uma sign do morra seco pro forum theduelz.comaqui está ela</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=4113801676140634403' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/4113801676140634403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/4113801676140634403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/03/morra-seco-virando-sign.html' title='Morra seco virando sign!'/><author><name>Somatório</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18235141953318475427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-4085335123375779746</id><published>2007-03-10T12:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T12:33:49.427-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrato</title><summary type='text'>RetratoEu não tinha este rosto de hoje,assim calmo, assim triste,assim magro,nem estes olhos tão vazios,nem o lábio amargo.Eu não tinha estas mãos sem força,tão paradas e frias e mortas;eu não tinha este coraçãoque nem se mostra.Eu não dei por esta mudança,tão simples, tão certa, tão fácil:— Em que espelho ficou perdida a minha face?</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=4085335123375779746' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/4085335123375779746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/4085335123375779746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/03/retrato.html' title='Retrato'/><author><name>Lai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o55bKnBrLq8/TVnaLnyu5EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bYLqCbsQ7-0/s220/CIMG1616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-4990990811134747553</id><published>2007-03-08T23:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:04:13.234-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Say hello to the women that I'm!</title><summary type='text'>MulheresElas sorriem quando querem gritar.Elas cantam quando querem chorar.Elas choram quando estão felizes.E riem quando estão nervosas.Elas brigam por aquilo que acreditam.Elas levantam-se para injustiça.Elas não levam "não" como resposta quandoacreditam que existe melhor solução.Elas andam sem novos sapatos parasuas crianças poder tê-los.Elas vão ao medico com uma amiga assustada.Elas amam </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=4990990811134747553' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/4990990811134747553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/4990990811134747553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/03/feliz-dia-pra-gente.html' title='Say hello to the women that I&apos;m!'/><author><name>Lai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o55bKnBrLq8/TVnaLnyu5EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bYLqCbsQ7-0/s220/CIMG1616.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zS5Z7qt6mwo/RfDNWes773I/AAAAAAAAAAM/mKf69GpgHyk/s72-c/clip_image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-694302279781172120</id><published>2007-03-08T20:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:21:29.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns às mulheres!</title><summary type='text'>É isso aí, hoje é dia internacional das mulheres, o dia do ano em que os homens tratam as mulheres como elas deviam ser tratadas o ano inteiro! (eu tento tratar assim o ano inteiro, mas é soda =\)...Entonces, estou aqui como representante dos "cuecas" pra dar os parabéns a esses seres especiais que nos colocam no mundo... Parabéns "mulhegada"! Vocês são o que há de bom nesse mundo =DEsse parabéns</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=694302279781172120' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/694302279781172120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/694302279781172120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/03/parabns-s-mulheres.html' title='Parabéns às mulheres!'/><author><name>Somatório</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18235141953318475427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-4233740840308183254</id><published>2007-03-08T03:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T22:55:36.897-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pouco de cultura em meio a tanta loucura.</title><summary type='text'>Sim sim , aceitei o convite do Soma para ingressar no blog e quem sabe levar um pouco de cultura [ou seria loucura?] a quem resolver ler isto aqui. Eu não vou me apresentar, acho que a descoberta lenta é muito mais divertida e interessante. É um tanto quanto complicado achar poemas felizes porque no fundo, todo poeta escreve por que sofre... Entretanto poesia nada mais é que uma re-leitura do </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=4233740840308183254' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/4233740840308183254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/4233740840308183254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/03/um-pouco-de-cultura-em-meio-tanta.html' title='Um pouco de cultura em meio a tanta loucura.'/><author><name>Lai</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o55bKnBrLq8/TVnaLnyu5EI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bYLqCbsQ7-0/s220/CIMG1616.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355139157724980263.post-2684333874150067432</id><published>2007-03-07T21:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T22:42:46.759-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E começam as atividades!</title><summary type='text'>ta, eu tava cansado de só postar coisas tristes no desabafos, mas lá é pra isso mesmo, desabafos, então resolvi criar um blog pra coisas mais alegres, e assim nasce o morra seco!!! vou começar postando um video que pra mim é uma pequena lição de vida, sobre o quanto devemos correr atrás dos nossos sonhos...uma amiga minha diz que sempre chora quando olha esse video...ps.: se alguém quiser </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355139157724980263&amp;postID=2684333874150067432' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/2684333874150067432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355139157724980263/posts/default/2684333874150067432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morraseco.blogspot.com/2007/03/e-comeam-as-atividades.html' title='E começam as atividades!'/><author><name>Somatório</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18235141953318475427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
