<?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-34222301</id><updated>2011-06-24T05:01:10.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap'n Bella Skullcracker's Treasure Map</title><subtitle type='html'>Basic directions to dig a deviant young pirate woman's thoughts. Check your compass, bring your hoes &amp; get ready to excavate treasures. Don't ever miss the North!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesmap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34222301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesmap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anna Diniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01905084140947647194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdDcoySAB-Y/SK9EdouCMtI/AAAAAAAAABA/2FDzqQ2cmaE/S220/alessa_annie+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34222301.post-116105857623592166</id><published>2006-10-16T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T21:16:16.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seashore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The wind is good and the sea is calm, captain... shall we approach the shore?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, not now...",&lt;/em&gt; says the captain gazing at the shore...&lt;em&gt; "Not now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The captain casts her glance at the shore half-illuminated by twilight wondering how pleasant and surpriseful this land can be, but somehow she seems reluctant to order her crew to proceed at full-speed towards the land.&lt;br /&gt;She retires to her cabin and focuses her maps and charts, calculating the best moment to take the coast by assault. And yet, her compass seems to be going round, with a wayward magnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I must reach for the shore and take possession of it..."&lt;/em&gt;, she thinks. &lt;em&gt;"There's nothing there to be afraid of..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yet again her reluctance takes her by the wrist, clasping her impulse and pulling her backwards. &lt;em&gt;"You want it, don't you? But.. this is not the right time..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cabin light dims as the wax of the candles melt away. &lt;em&gt;"But before it's too late..."&lt;/em&gt;, she slams the door, going out and shouting to the crew: &lt;em&gt;"Unfold the sails, we are going full-speed!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wait for me... your secrets are mine now... "&lt;/em&gt;, as the cold wind pushes the gallion forward, and whispers playing with her hair locks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34222301-116105857623592166?l=piratesmap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesmap.blogspot.com/feeds/116105857623592166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34222301&amp;postID=116105857623592166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34222301/posts/default/116105857623592166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34222301/posts/default/116105857623592166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesmap.blogspot.com/2006/10/seashore.html' title='Seashore'/><author><name>Anna Diniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01905084140947647194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdDcoySAB-Y/SK9EdouCMtI/AAAAAAAAABA/2FDzqQ2cmaE/S220/alessa_annie+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34222301.post-115984628351103201</id><published>2006-10-02T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T20:31:24.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Echo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/550/3768/1600/siren.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/550/3768/320/siren.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear that echo...&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts like these reverberate across the walls of my brain.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I do not allow them to stop.&lt;br /&gt;Is this thought echoing inside my head the dreadful song of a siren that will ferry me down to the abyss?&lt;br /&gt;I hear those words that cause me to tremble. I hear again and again. The more I hear, the more they seem less dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;Is this thought echoing inside my head the dreadful song of a siren that will ferry me down to the abyss?&lt;br /&gt;Is it just my imagination? Sea-sickness? But why on the land?&lt;br /&gt;Do I travel without a plan? Or am I just wandering around? Am I lost? Or just in the right way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A good traveller has no fixed plan and has no intent on arriving..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why? To be surprised and marvelled as the paths unfold before me?&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I tied myself to the wheel&lt;br /&gt;The wind talks to my sails not me...&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere there'll be my fate revealed&lt;br /&gt;I hear but how will I see?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34222301-115984628351103201?l=piratesmap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesmap.blogspot.com/feeds/115984628351103201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34222301&amp;postID=115984628351103201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34222301/posts/default/115984628351103201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34222301/posts/default/115984628351103201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesmap.blogspot.com/2006/10/echo.html' title='Echo'/><author><name>Anna Diniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01905084140947647194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdDcoySAB-Y/SK9EdouCMtI/AAAAAAAAABA/2FDzqQ2cmaE/S220/alessa_annie+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34222301.post-115953683414523329</id><published>2006-09-29T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T06:33:54.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Parting is such sweet sorrow..."</title><content type='html'>ROMEO&lt;br /&gt;It is my soul that calls upon my name:&lt;br /&gt;How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,&lt;br /&gt;Like softest music to attending ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULIET&lt;br /&gt;Romeo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROMEO&lt;br /&gt;My dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULIET&lt;br /&gt;At what o'clock to-morrow&lt;br /&gt;Shall I send to thee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROMEO&lt;br /&gt;At the hour of nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULIET&lt;br /&gt;I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.&lt;br /&gt;I have forgotten why I did call thee back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROMEO&lt;br /&gt;Let me stand here till thou remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULIET&lt;br /&gt;I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering how I love thy company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROMEO&lt;br /&gt;And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting any other home but this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULIET&lt;br /&gt;'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:&lt;br /&gt;And yet no further than a wanton's bird;&lt;br /&gt;Who lets it hop a little from her hand,&lt;br /&gt;Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,&lt;br /&gt;And with a silk thread plucks it back again,&lt;br /&gt;So loving-jealous of his liberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROMEO&lt;br /&gt;I would I were thy bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULIET&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, so would I:&lt;br /&gt;Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.&lt;br /&gt;Good night, good night! parting is suchsweet sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;That I shall say good night till it be morrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Exit above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROMEO&lt;br /&gt;Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!&lt;br /&gt;Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!&lt;br /&gt;Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,&lt;br /&gt;His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Exit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SHAKESPEARE, William in: Romeo and Juliet, Act 2, scene 2 - Capulet's Orchard)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34222301-115953683414523329?l=piratesmap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesmap.blogspot.com/feeds/115953683414523329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34222301&amp;postID=115953683414523329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34222301/posts/default/115953683414523329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34222301/posts/default/115953683414523329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesmap.blogspot.com/2006/09/parting-is-such-sweet-sorrow_29.html' title='&quot;Parting is such sweet sorrow...&quot;'/><author><name>Anna Diniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01905084140947647194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdDcoySAB-Y/SK9EdouCMtI/AAAAAAAAABA/2FDzqQ2cmaE/S220/alessa_annie+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34222301.post-115914960362559278</id><published>2006-09-24T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T19:03:44.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pirate Chronicle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/550/3768/1600/bella.skull_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/550/3768/320/bella.skull_blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Captain Bella Skullcracker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(foto pelo boboc...digo, meu querido irmão Leon!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olá, meus caros colegas de convés! Os ventos são favoráveis para os piratas ultimamente, Aye! Eu, a ilustre Isabel Marie Delacroix, a temida Bella Skullcracker, aparecerei em um jogo de RPG! É uma história paralela ao jogo The Elemental Charmers, "A Pirate Chronicle", criado pelo grande Marcel (&lt;a href="http://www.theportalfantasystudioxp.blogger.com.br"&gt;www.theportalfantasystudioxp.blogger.com.br&lt;/a&gt;), que atua como meu irmãozinho idio... digo, o destemido pirata Leon. Era pra dizer "a vergonha da família Delacroix", mas ele tem sido de grande utilidade, portanto ele foi promovido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aguardem novidades a respeito. E enquanto isso, para comemorar, o melhor vinho sosariano pra mim, e rum pra vocês, hehe! Aye!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Estas são as sprites produzidas para o jogo! Épicas, não?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/550/3768/320/bellasprites.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34222301-115914960362559278?l=piratesmap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesmap.blogspot.com/feeds/115914960362559278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34222301&amp;postID=115914960362559278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34222301/posts/default/115914960362559278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34222301/posts/default/115914960362559278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesmap.blogspot.com/2006/09/pirate-chronicle.html' title='A Pirate Chronicle'/><author><name>Anna Diniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01905084140947647194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdDcoySAB-Y/SK9EdouCMtI/AAAAAAAAABA/2FDzqQ2cmaE/S220/alessa_annie+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34222301.post-115885211117676855</id><published>2006-09-21T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T08:21:51.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabe porque o rio "Amazonas" se chama Amazonas? Foi porque quando os exploradores ali chegaram, viram pela floresta figuras humanas empunhando arcos e flechas, com pintura no corpo e cabelos longos e supuseram ser mulheres guerreiras, as míticas Amazonas, mas na verdade eram índios! E assim, o estado e o rio tem esse nome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amazonas, cavaleiros, tudo a ver... e olha que não tinham cavalos na floresta na época... Épico, não? Guerreiros, cabelos longos, épico... o que isso lembra? POWER METAL! Oras! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E baseado nisso, eu e o Fábio começamos a "viajar" com essas idéias e imaginamos como seria uma banda de Power Metal cuja proposta de trabalho seria calcada no tema mais "nacional" (???) possível: O Índio e o folclore brasileiro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fazemos o obséquio de seguir aqui todas as regras do Power Metal. Banda de Power Metal não devem cantar em português. Tem que ter aço, guerra, glória, vitória, poder e todos os quesitos que façam dela uma coisa épica. E também uma certa "falta de noção" (proposital) regional e cultural. Historiadores e geógrafos, não nos matem crucificados, por favor! E em nome do aço e da glória pode-se distorcer as coisas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O visual dos membros da banda seria meio previsível. Pedaços de armadura de metal com adornos de penas, com pintura de urucum no rosto, cabelos compridos (lógico), mas nenhum loiro. Já viu um Tupinambá loiro? Tinja o cabelo se for loiro. Faça chapinha se for crespo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Você, mais do que um elmo, precisa de um Cocar! Com penas de arara vermelha e azul. E gritos agudos. Como o Uirapuru! Você é a floresta! Na Amazônia não tem Dragons pelos quais lutar, mas tem o Boto, as araras, os macacos e as jibóias. Sinta a fúria do Gavião-Rei! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nunca esqueça de adicionar gente de fora. Quanto mais gente, mais épico. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grave uma demo, um EP e depois lance as mesmas músicas no álbum, mas com um solinho de guitarra a mais. Diga que é presente pros fãs. Encarem isso como uma crítica sarcástica à distorção cultural. Pelo menos, não é como colocar uma imagem de pôr-do-sol com jacarés e tuiuiús do Mato-Grosso na capa e botar o título Amazon bem grande... (talvez uma idéia pro próximo álbum) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Segue abaixo a tracklist do primeiro álbum (sem contar as EPs anteriores, os singles e as demos) do Amazon, chamado: The Tales of the Rain Forest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon - The Tales of the Rain Forest&lt;br /&gt;1 - The Whirlwind of the Saci&lt;br /&gt;2 - Zé Quaresma the Werewolf&lt;br /&gt;3 - Iara's song of Victory&lt;br /&gt;4 - Fear of the Boitatá&lt;br /&gt;5 - Caramuru's Thunder&lt;br /&gt;6 - The Guarani Saga&lt;br /&gt;7 - Headless Mule Eternal Fire&lt;br /&gt;8 - Curupira's mystery&lt;br /&gt;9 - Amazon Waters&lt;br /&gt;10 - Tiradentes' Sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;11 - Tupinamba's battlecry&lt;br /&gt;12 - In the epic quest of Anhanguera&lt;br /&gt;13 - Tupã's Staff of Lightning&lt;br /&gt;14 - Paajé (Shaaman cover)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faixa Bônus: (Live in Japan 2006 feat. Michael Kiske &amp; Tobias Sammet)&lt;br /&gt;15 - Steel Knights of the Forest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Segura essa, Hansi! Segura essa André Matos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34222301-115885211117676855?l=piratesmap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesmap.blogspot.com/feeds/115885211117676855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34222301&amp;postID=115885211117676855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34222301/posts/default/115885211117676855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34222301/posts/default/115885211117676855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesmap.blogspot.com/2006/09/amazon.html' title='Amazon'/><author><name>Anna Diniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01905084140947647194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdDcoySAB-Y/SK9EdouCMtI/AAAAAAAAABA/2FDzqQ2cmaE/S220/alessa_annie+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34222301.post-115824560086969614</id><published>2006-09-14T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T07:54:37.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raging River</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de muita observação e análise, contato com idéias dos teóricos, mãos e braços doendo de tanto escrever, concluo neste momento que o Minimalismo é a melhor solução para exprimir aquilo que está contido em nosso âmago, nos mais profundos recessos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do rio que tudo arrasta se diz que é violento. Porém, ninguém diz violentas as margens que o comprimem." (Brecht)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale lembrar que meus textos são abertos à pluralidade de significados. Caro leitor, companheiro de bordo, fica a seu cargo atribuir sentido ou não ao que eu digo.&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa que peço a você é que seja meu interlocutor. Se me deixar aqui falando sozinha, pego minha espada e te faço andar na prancha! Agora pode voltar pro convés. *Resmunga* Vai ver se tem algum sinal de terra próxima!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34222301-115824560086969614?l=piratesmap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesmap.blogspot.com/feeds/115824560086969614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34222301&amp;postID=115824560086969614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34222301/posts/default/115824560086969614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34222301/posts/default/115824560086969614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesmap.blogspot.com/2006/09/raging-river.html' title='Raging River'/><author><name>Anna Diniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01905084140947647194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdDcoySAB-Y/SK9EdouCMtI/AAAAAAAAABA/2FDzqQ2cmaE/S220/alessa_annie+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34222301.post-115809933890423252</id><published>2006-09-12T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T15:15:38.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella's Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A bordo do Nêmesis, alta noite, algumas velas quase no fim tornam a iluminação da cabine tremulante. Sobre a escrivaninha, vários relatos, pergaminhos e cartas de navegação e uma garrafa de vinho sosariano) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudações!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bem, ahem... Preciso de alguma forma começar este blog, digo, diário.... *Bebe um gole de vinho*. Aaaah, melhor assim! Hey, não pensem que faço isso sempre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os boatos sobre Bella já são exagerados... E aquele episódio do "roll the dice to see if I'm getting drunk" é intriga lançada pela oposição. E este é o meu diário de navegação, que mistura meu diário reflexivo com minhas conjecturas e trajetos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E por qual motivo estaria eu, Bella Skullcracker, o terror dos mares, que saqueia, porém saqueia de forma "honesta", iria dividir isso com vocês? Porque minha tripulação simplesmente não compreenderia a profundidade da minha alma! Argh! Bando de toscos! *Coloca as mãos na cabeça* Estou cercada de idiotas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou há muito tempo no mar em "missões comerciais" e em breve devo voltar a Muse, para cuidar de minhas obrigações em terra, rever amigos e visitar a taverna "Barril de Cedro". Certamente aquela turma tem ótimas histórias pra contar. É dificil admitir, mas tenho saudade das aventuras e conversas animadas com Hattori, Jillian e os outros do staff estratégico de Muse. Eles me fazem lembrar que existem coisas mais importantes na vida do que tesouros, contrabandear e vingança. *suspiros*. É isso aí. Estou com sono, as velas estão no fim e meu vinho está acabando! Isso me diz que é hora de partir! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yo, ho ho, a pirate's life for me..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Apaga as velas e fecha o diário)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34222301-115809933890423252?l=piratesmap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesmap.blogspot.com/feeds/115809933890423252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34222301&amp;postID=115809933890423252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34222301/posts/default/115809933890423252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34222301/posts/default/115809933890423252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesmap.blogspot.com/2006/09/bellas-diary_12.html' title='Bella&apos;s Diary'/><author><name>Anna Diniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01905084140947647194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdDcoySAB-Y/SK9EdouCMtI/AAAAAAAAABA/2FDzqQ2cmaE/S220/alessa_annie+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34222301.post-115799181318607689</id><published>2006-09-11T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T09:23:33.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aye! And a bottle of rhum...</title><content type='html'>Yo-ho-ho!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34222301-115799181318607689?l=piratesmap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piratesmap.blogspot.com/feeds/115799181318607689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34222301&amp;postID=115799181318607689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34222301/posts/default/115799181318607689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34222301/posts/default/115799181318607689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piratesmap.blogspot.com/2006/09/aye-and-bottle-of-rhum.html' title='Aye! And a bottle of rhum...'/><author><name>Anna Diniz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01905084140947647194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdDcoySAB-Y/SK9EdouCMtI/AAAAAAAAABA/2FDzqQ2cmaE/S220/alessa_annie+c%C3%B3pia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
