<?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-273102310134790344</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:08:29.487-03:00</updated><category term='-'/><title type='text'>Literature in English - Escola Móbile - Grade 9</title><subtitle type='html'>This is an educational blog from Grade 9 students at Escola Móbile.
We've read some books in our English classes. In this blog you will find our classroom production. Why don't you read our posts and interact with us? If you have something nice to say to us, feel free to write relevant comments! 
We are also learning how to make use of the Internet as a safe means of communication. We believe that the Internet should be a safe place for everybody all over the world!
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I'd like that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where? You can't start shooting here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know where." She said in a secret voice. "Down by the old oil wells"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oil wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here is your gun, Carmen" Said Marlowe giving Carmen the gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you", answered Carmen and giggled "Now, how can I hold it? This way?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, you're pointing the gun at me. This is dangerous!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But that's my intention. You're cute but you have to die. Goodbye Marlowe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A gunshot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you really think I am that stupid?", said Marlowe "I took all the bullets out of the gun and put on mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen went over the detective, but he was too fast and much stronger: "Carmen you can't beat me" said Marlowe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlowe stroke Carmen to the ground, took his gun out of his jacket, pointed at her, and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry. I've tried to avoid this day since I figured all out. I can't deny you're cute too. But you will die now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAA (gunshot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the end of Carmen Sternwood. She was entering into The Big Sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-2323387451137749808?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/2323387451137749808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=2323387451137749808' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/2323387451137749808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/2323387451137749808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-sleep-laura-rafael-p-manoel.html' title='Big Sleep: Laura, Rafael P., Manoel, Francisco, Pedro G.'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-273102310134790344.post-2882831690702767954</id><published>2007-08-01T08:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T19:33:33.929-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Sleep: Natalie, Bárbara, Priscila, Vinicius Romanini e José Oliveira</title><content type='html'>Philip Marlowe is a private detective who was hired by General Sternwood to find out the blackmail he was undergoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective Marlowe found out a lot of things about the case and so many people were envolved in it. He didn't tell the truth to General Sternwood because Carmen was involved and she took pornographic photos and besides this she  killed Geiger, Vivian's husband. General was old and if he knew that Carmen did wrong things maybe he would die, so the private detective decided not to tell the police and the general the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book has a lot of characters and is very interesting because it makes the reader involved in the story and you want to know what is going to happen in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-2882831690702767954?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/2882831690702767954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=2882831690702767954' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/2882831690702767954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/2882831690702767954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-sleep-natalie-brbara-priscila.html' title='The Big Sleep: Natalie, Bárbara, Priscila, Vinicius Romanini e José Oliveira'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-2027129912173760308</id><published>2007-08-01T08:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:07:23.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Big sleep : Rafael P, Leonardo , Carolina Serra , João Guilherme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I went into a bar and had a couple of drinks. They didn't make me feel good. They made me think silver-haired Mona Mars, that I hadn't seen for a long time. I didn't stop to think who could shoot Norris , the buttler , a very nice person. I remember everyday , the first time that I saw him , however I didn't know how to start. When I was leaving the bar , I had the idea to go to the city library. When I arrived there I saw Mona Mars, she was a little nervous when she saw me. I went to talk with her she stood up and fastly left the library. Leaving so fast made me think that she had something to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to follow her , I entered in my car and I turned it on , I couldn't see her , but I drove 100 metre , and I found her. I parked my car , when I was going in her direction , she appeared and put her gun in my head. I was a little afraid, but I saw that she was more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I know that you discovered that it was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know what you are talking about Mona , I just wanted to talk with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't be stupid , I know that you discovered that I shot the butler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Did you? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Because he was having an affair with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The buttler and Eddier Mars , were they in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eddie No! But Norris was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our conversation some policemen arrived, made Mona drop the gun , and arrested her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-2027129912173760308?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/2027129912173760308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=2027129912173760308' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/2027129912173760308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/2027129912173760308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-sleep-rafael-p-leonardo-carolina.html' title='Big sleep : Rafael P, Leonardo , Carolina Serra , João Guilherme'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-6447575920042345588</id><published>2007-08-01T08:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T14:06:42.851-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Sleep: Gustavo K, João F, José S, Thiago S</title><content type='html'>The big sleep is a very succesful book, written by Raymond Chandler, master of mistery.&lt;br /&gt;The book talks about a private detective, Philip Marlowe, that tries to help General Sternwood, a rich man that has two wild and pretty daughters. His objective is to discover who is blackmailing the General. In his way to solve the mistery he meets very dirty and bad people, that are involved in every kind of racket...&lt;br /&gt;The history takes place in Los Angeles in the 1930's,and very elaborated (time when drinking alcohol is against the law).&lt;br /&gt;There are two reasons for you to read this book, the first is that it is a very good book, envoliving the reader, the second is that it is part of the canon in universities around the world.&lt;br /&gt;Finally hands down the best book I have ever read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-6447575920042345588?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/6447575920042345588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=6447575920042345588' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/6447575920042345588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/6447575920042345588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-sleep-gustavo-k-joo-f-jos-s-thiago.html' title='Big Sleep: Gustavo K, João F, José S, Thiago S'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-8196887821747967376</id><published>2007-08-01T08:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T19:41:39.659-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Sleep: Tamara, Ligia, Ana Carolina, Carol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big Sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Carmem didn't kill Regan. In fact, when she was going to jail, everyone listened a shot out of the police station. Two policemen stayed there with Carmem and the rest of the cops went out there. They found on the ground a gun and took it to the station. When they arrived there, they saw a lot of blood in the ground and the two cops laying on it. Carmem wasn't there anymore. Then, a policeman saw on the gun a letter. It said: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I'm only doin' that 'cause I love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You won't never find us"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then the policemen started looking for things about the gun and the crime, and they found a finger inside the gun. The print of that was Regan's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They never knew who did it, but we'll always know it was because of jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, the murderer was Marlowe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-8196887821747967376?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/8196887821747967376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=8196887821747967376' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/8196887821747967376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/8196887821747967376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-sleep-tamara-ligia-cohen.html' title='Big Sleep: Tamara, Ligia, Ana Carolina, Carol'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-7662670192052539625</id><published>2007-07-30T09:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:33:06.759-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of a King - Carolina and Isabela</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-&gt; Edward X Wallis (when they first met)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lady Furness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-Edward, this is Wallis. Wallis, this is Edward. Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom, excuse me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Edward:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-Hi, Wallis. How are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wallis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-Fine, and you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Edward:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-Me too. Where are you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wallis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-I'm from the United States.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Edward:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-Really? Where in the States?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wallis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-I was born in Baltimore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Edward:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-I visited Baltimore when I traveled around the world. The States are a beautiful country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wallis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-How nice. What did you learn on the trip?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Edward:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-I learned about many different cultures. And I loved the trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wallis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-That's wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Edward:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-Tell me about your family, do you have a big family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wallis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-No, it's only me and my husband. And you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Edward:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-It's only me, my father, my mother and my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wallis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-There's my husband coming. Nice to meet you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Edward:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-It was nice meeting you too. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wallis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-Bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-7662670192052539625?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/7662670192052539625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=7662670192052539625' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/7662670192052539625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/7662670192052539625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/07/edward-x-wallis-when-they-first-met.html' title='The Love of a King - Carolina and Isabela'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-3479515325271598920</id><published>2007-07-30T08:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T09:57:55.375-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of  a King-Carolina L. and Caroline C.</title><content type='html'>Edward x Wallis&lt;br /&gt;(about Edward's brother's decision)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wallis:&lt;/span&gt; What's happening to you, Ed? You look so sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ed:&lt;/span&gt; It's my brother, George. I'm felling so depressed about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wallis:&lt;/span&gt; Why? What has he done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ed:&lt;/span&gt; I've asked him to let me come back to Britain, but he won't let me go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wallis:&lt;/span&gt; That's terrible! Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ed:&lt;/span&gt; I don't know exactly. He thinks I've abandoned the country and I don't have the right to live there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wallis:&lt;/span&gt; How &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt; ! In my opinion, he's worried about his own popularity with the people and what the conservative people will think. But it's ok, honey, don't worry about it. Everything will be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ed:&lt;/span&gt; I hope so. Shall we go out for dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wallis:&lt;/span&gt; That's a great idea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-3479515325271598920?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/3479515325271598920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=3479515325271598920' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/3479515325271598920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/3479515325271598920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-of-king-carolina-lumare-e-caroline.html' title='The Love of  a King-Carolina L. and Caroline C.'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-7270963932901170958</id><published>2007-07-30T08:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:34:46.025-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of a King - Felipe Z. and Luiza G.</title><content type='html'>The archbishop (A) X Edward (E) (discussing Edward's wedding)&lt;br /&gt;A: The newspapers say that you want to marry Wallis. Is it true?&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, I intend to marry her soon.&lt;br /&gt;A: But it's not possible because Wallis is married. And the church thinks that the second&lt;br /&gt;wedding is wrong for God.&lt;br /&gt;E: God is happy when two people fall in love and get married and live happily together, so God&lt;br /&gt;will suport my wedding. Do you agree with me?&lt;br /&gt;A: I don't know. But Mrs Simpson cannot leave Mr Simpson and then marry you. You have to&lt;br /&gt;find another woman to get married to.&lt;br /&gt;E: That's impossible. When Wallis is free, I will marry her. If I don't get married here in&lt;br /&gt;England, I will marry her abroad.&lt;br /&gt;A: Ok. It's up to you. I've given my opinion. I only ask you to think about your future again.&lt;br /&gt;E: My mind is made up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-7270963932901170958?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/7270963932901170958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=7270963932901170958' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/7270963932901170958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/7270963932901170958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-of-king-felipe-ziccardi-e-luiza.html' title='The Love of a King - Felipe Z. and Luiza G.'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-5331709338360841074</id><published>2007-07-30T08:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:35:15.749-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of a King - Leonardo and Thiago</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Edward X Wallis (after Edward resigned, he and Wallis went to France).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;They began to talk about George VI, and to express their fellings about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;W =Wallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E = Edward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;W -Edward, are you OK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E -Yes, I'm thinking about my brother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;W -Edward, why are you thinking about him? Now we are so happy here in France.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E -Yes, it's true. But my brother's attitude was very bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;W -I became surprised too. He should have given the permission for us to live in England.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E -But I think that he will never give the permission for us to live there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;W -So what can we do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E -We can marry and live all our life together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;W -Is it serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E -Yes, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;W -So we will marry next month, because my heart belongs to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E -My heart belongs to you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-5331709338360841074?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/5331709338360841074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=5331709338360841074' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/5331709338360841074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/5331709338360841074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-of-king-leonardo-and-thiago.html' title='The Love of a King - Leonardo and Thiago'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-6093022816713793924</id><published>2007-07-30T08:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:35:44.807-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of a King - Julia G. and Bruna M.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Edward: Hello, dear !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Wallis: Hi.. How is your father ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Edward: Oh, my father died after midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Wallis: I´m so sorry, this is terrible ! Did you have time to talk with him ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Edward: Yes, sure !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Wallis: What did he say ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Edward: He said to me: " Be a good king, Edward, and be good to your mother ". Now, I´m the King, Wallis and I need to stay here for sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Wallis: Ok... What do you have to do ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Edward: I´ll call you at the weekend. Don´t worry about us, nothing will change. I love you more than ever, and you will be my Queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Wallis: Let´s not talk about that now. You must go back to your family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Edward: You are my family, you are everything to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Wallis: You too. Goodnight. I love you, sleep well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Edward: Goodnight, I love you too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-6093022816713793924?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/6093022816713793924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=6093022816713793924' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/6093022816713793924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/6093022816713793924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-of-king-julia-garbin-e-bruna.html' title='The Love of a King - Julia G. and Bruna M.'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-4159893963077233841</id><published>2007-07-30T08:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:36:24.829-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of a King - Alexandre and Julio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The archbichop x Edward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;= archbichop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;= Edward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;= Hello, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;= So good! I'm going to marry Wallis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;= Is she from a Royal family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;= No, but beautiful, funny and my heart belongs to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;= So, it is unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;= Why? I love her! Nothing will separate us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;= But the church doesn't accept this wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;= It's not right. When two people are in love, they have to stay together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;= But it's wrong in the eyes of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;= I don't mind, we'll marry and live happily forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;= Ok, But... I've told you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-4159893963077233841?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/4159893963077233841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=4159893963077233841' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/4159893963077233841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/4159893963077233841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-of-king-alexandre-and-julio.html' title='The Love of a King - Alexandre and Julio'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-2737736566209995775</id><published>2007-07-30T08:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:58:27.467-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of a King - Eduardo and Rodrigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Edward x Wallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;On a rainy day in Windsor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;W:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wallis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hello, Wallis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;W:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hello! Oh, what's happened? You're upset! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E:&lt;/span&gt; You wont't believe it, my dad was very ill and now, he's dead!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;W:&lt;/span&gt; Oh really? I'm so sorry about it. Now you're the king and we can't stay together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E:&lt;/span&gt; So I'll give the throne to my brother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;W:&lt;/span&gt; No, he's a bad man, since you were a child you have been prepared to be a King and now you'll abdicate the throne...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E:&lt;/span&gt; But I can't live without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;W:&lt;/span&gt; So why don't you talk to your good friend Winston Chuchill? He's a very intelligent man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E:&lt;/span&gt; Okay, I'll do that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-2737736566209995775?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/2737736566209995775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=2737736566209995775' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/2737736566209995775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/2737736566209995775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-of-king-eduardo-and-rodrigo.html' title='The Love of a King - Eduardo and Rodrigo'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-4434600357868932730</id><published>2007-07-30T08:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:37:45.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The love of a king - Marina De M. and Isabella M.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Edward X Wallis (when the king died)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ed- Hi ,honey! Are you okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;W- I'm okay! But how are you? You must be so sad! But you will get over your father's death because I love you and I will support you in all the circunstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ed- I'm trying to get over that and with you I know Iwill. I wanted that everything was different. I know that you are here with me and this is enough. If my childhood had been different, everything would be different now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;W- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tell me about your childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ed- My childhood was very lonely, I didn't see my parents very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;W- Who did you play with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ed- I never got out of Buckingham Palace, I didn't have friends, I never played with other children, I never went to school and I was very unhappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;W- Poor thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ed- It's okay now because I've met you and you make me happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;W- I will love you forever and I will never leave you alone again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ed- I know!And I want to forget my past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-4434600357868932730?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/4434600357868932730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=4434600357868932730' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/4434600357868932730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/4434600357868932730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-of-king-marina-de-marchi-e.html' title='The love of a king - Marina De M. and Isabella M.'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-8609616471922046123</id><published>2007-06-27T08:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T14:07:52.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The love of a king - Thaisa and Thiago</title><content type='html'>King George: Good mornig Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edward:&lt;/span&gt; Good mornig dad.&lt;br /&gt;King George: Don't forget, next month I'll make you Prince of Walles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edward:&lt;/span&gt; I don't want be a king...&lt;br /&gt;King George: Stop crying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edward:&lt;/span&gt; I want be a normal person!&lt;br /&gt;King George: You can't... You are my son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edward:&lt;/span&gt; But I am 16 years old and I don't want to wear soft shoes and this skirt.&lt;br /&gt;King George: You don't have any choice! I am older. It's your destiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edward:&lt;/span&gt; Dad I know it's my destiny but I am a lonely child and I don't have any friends.&lt;br /&gt;King George: You have to understand my attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edward:&lt;/span&gt; Ok, but I am so unhappy!&lt;br /&gt;King George: I don't know why...I always give presents to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edward:&lt;/span&gt; But dad...&lt;br /&gt;King George: Stop! That's enough! You will go to Bukingham Palace and I will make you prince of Wales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edward:&lt;/span&gt; Nooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-8609616471922046123?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/8609616471922046123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=8609616471922046123' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/8609616471922046123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/8609616471922046123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-of-king-thaisa-and-thiago.html' title='The love of a king - Thaisa and Thiago'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-8337363801356782913</id><published>2007-06-27T08:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T14:08:28.485-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The love of a King - Nicholas and Marco</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dialogue between George and Edward&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spring of 1911, King George called Edward into his room and said:&lt;br /&gt;- Edward these are your new clothes. Come here and show me how they look like.&lt;br /&gt;- Sir, this clothes are horrible! I don't want to wear them!&lt;br /&gt;- Put these clothes right now!&lt;br /&gt;- Sir, I don't want . I'd look like a girl!&lt;br /&gt;- I'm not going to say it again!&lt;br /&gt;- Ok Sir! I have only one more thing to say: I hate this life, I don't have any friends, I never see you and mom!&lt;br /&gt;- Edward, your life has to be like that! You're the next king!&lt;br /&gt;- But Sir, you've never asked me what I wanted to be, I always do what you want! I've never done anything by myself!&lt;br /&gt;- Your life is great ! Now, go to your room!&lt;br /&gt;- Well, once more I have to do what you want!&lt;br /&gt;- You're different and special, you're the next King, you have to do what I say! You have to learn a lot with me...&lt;br /&gt;- Ok Sir, I'll think about that. You're right, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;- Ok Edward, now put this clothes on and go to your room.&lt;br /&gt;- Yes Sir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-8337363801356782913?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/8337363801356782913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=8337363801356782913' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/8337363801356782913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/8337363801356782913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-of-king-nicholas-and-marco.html' title='The love of a King - Nicholas and Marco'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-3042365609152137781</id><published>2007-06-27T08:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T14:09:37.349-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The love of a king - Ana Luisa C. and Marcella</title><content type='html'>The day Prince Edward was born, his father King George V and his mother, Queen Mary, were talking about their new son. King George started the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;-Mary, I don't like kids, our son will not be happy here.&lt;br /&gt;-I agree with you, but dear, I don't care if Edward is happy or unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;-He will be a lonely child.&lt;br /&gt;-We can give him toys and the biggest bedroom in Buckingham Palace.&lt;br /&gt;-Who will take care of him?&lt;br /&gt;-Let's call the best nanny in England to take care of him!&lt;br /&gt;-I think our son will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;-Maybe one day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-3042365609152137781?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/3042365609152137781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=3042365609152137781' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/3042365609152137781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/3042365609152137781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-of-king-ana-luisa-c-and-marcella.html' title='The love of a king - Ana Luisa C. and Marcella'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-79674124001840438</id><published>2007-06-27T08:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:38:15.429-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The love of a king - Victor and Marcelo</title><content type='html'>Prince Edeard was a sad child. He spent many days alone in his room, he never played with other children and he didn't have any friends. Edward was talking to his father, king George V, who was a cold man.&lt;br /&gt;-Dad, I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;-Why son ?&lt;br /&gt;-Because this palace is cold. I haven't got any friends and I don't have your love. My mother is only person who talks to me. But she can't understand me either.&lt;br /&gt;-You have all what you want. You can't deny it. You can buy anything you want !&lt;br /&gt;-Yes dad, but I can't buy love. And I think you don't love me, because loving is understanding. You don't understand me.&lt;br /&gt;-But one day you will understand all I have to do. I do what I do because I love you.&lt;br /&gt;-You country is more important to you than I am.&lt;br /&gt;He went to his bedroom, Edward was crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-79674124001840438?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/79674124001840438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=79674124001840438' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/79674124001840438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/79674124001840438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-of-king-victor-and-marcelo.html' title='The love of a king - Victor and Marcelo'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-2142095024225573012</id><published>2007-06-27T08:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:39:23.702-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of a King - Carina C. and Elisa Del N.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Prince Edward (who was only 12 years old ) was very upset in his bedroom. He was crying. Suddenly, Wiston Churchill entered in his bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-What's happening, Edward?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-I had bad results in French, but I´ve studied so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Oh Sir, it´s terrible! I can imagine your feelings... but don´t worry, next time you´ll do better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-But I did my best ! I hate French! I hate all the subjects! I hate this life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Stop Edward! You're a very intelligent boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-But, Mr. Churchill, I don´t understand! I can buy what I want, but I´m not happy. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-I think that the best things in life are free. You can buy everything you want, but you will never be able to buy happines or freedom! You`ll have work hard to get freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-But, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Sir, today you are too young to understand, but one day, you´ll understand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-2142095024225573012?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/2142095024225573012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=2142095024225573012' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/2142095024225573012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/2142095024225573012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-of-king-carina-cleto-and-elisa-del.html' title='The Love of a King - Carina C. and Elisa Del N.'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-8193804254664667789</id><published>2007-06-27T08:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:40:43.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'>the love of a king - Marcella and Luiza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Edward was very sad into his room when his father King George got into his room and said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-You will be Prince of Walles soon. Now, you have to try the clothes to the ceremony!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;-No father! I'm sixteen years old. I can't wear girl's clothes. I don't want to let the others see me wearing such a thing. I'm horrible. what will people think of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;-Don't worry. You're special and you'll be the King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-I think you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;are wrong. I look ridiculus. Why can't I wear normal clothes like a suit? Why do I have to wear such a thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-No, it's the tradition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;-Tradition can change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;-I can imagine why you think this way, but we can't change tradition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;-No, you have no idea... I'll never wear this kind of clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;-Some things will never change. Forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;-You are wrong. &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/273102310134790344-8193804254664667789?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/8193804254664667789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=8193804254664667789' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/8193804254664667789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/8193804254664667789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-of-king-marcella-and-luiza.html' title='the love of a king - Marcella and Luiza'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-8776598797202606826</id><published>2007-06-27T08:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:41:21.327-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of a King - Camila G. and Taís A.</title><content type='html'>Edward came to breakfat. Gordon Lang, the archbishop of canterbriry, was waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Good morning Gordon. How are you ? The King asked. What can I do for you?&lt;br /&gt;-I'm not going to say anythink. Just look at this newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;-Is this story really true ? Do you really want to marry Wallis, Sir ?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes Gordon, she's a different woman and I love her .&lt;br /&gt;-That's impossible ! The Church can't accept divorce.&lt;br /&gt;-Don't you understand? Wallis is the love of my life, and I want live with her forever.&lt;br /&gt;-You must forget her and find another woman.&lt;br /&gt;-Is God happy when two people fall in love, get married, and live happily together ?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes, Sir, but ...&lt;br /&gt;-I love she so much and I don't want to find another woman.&lt;br /&gt;-You have to understand. It's not me. It's the Church.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; don't understand. My father doesn't understand. My mother doesn't understand. Wallis is the only one who understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King slamed the door, and left the Archbishop alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-8776598797202606826?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/8776598797202606826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=8776598797202606826' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/8776598797202606826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/8776598797202606826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-of-king-camila-garbin-e-tas.html' title='The Love of a King - Camila G. and Taís A.'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-8124308745380068613</id><published>2007-06-27T08:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:42:23.319-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of a King - Ana Carolina M. and Daniela G.</title><content type='html'>Edward was a price who had a father called King George VI. When his father died, Edward had to be the king.&lt;br /&gt;But Edward had a big problem: he couldn't be the king and marry a divorced woman.&lt;br /&gt;So he had to do something to solve his problem.&lt;br /&gt;Edward called Wallis to tell her that after ten o´clock he was not going to be the new King of England anymore and that he was going to leave his family to mary her and stay forever by her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wallis -Edward said-I have decided to leave the crown to live with you. I love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;-Why ?-Wallis shouted- What about your family?&lt;br /&gt;-But &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; are my family -he said.&lt;br /&gt;-Do you want to marry me ?-Edward asked.&lt;br /&gt;-Yes of course-she said-I love you!&lt;br /&gt;-I love you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Eward kissed his hole family. He said he was going to live with Wallis. He told them he would be more happy with her.&lt;br /&gt;After this he packed all his things and went away. He wanted to marry the real love of his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-8124308745380068613?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/8124308745380068613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=8124308745380068613' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/8124308745380068613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/8124308745380068613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-of-king-ana-carolina-makul-e.html' title='The Love of a King - Ana Carolina M. and Daniela G.'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-3026703246397836738</id><published>2007-06-27T08:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:43:09.442-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-'/><title type='text'>The Love of a King - Rafael S. and Matheus M.</title><content type='html'>Edward woke up. He was going to eat his breakfast when he saw Gordon Lang, the archbishop of Canterbury. They started to talk:&lt;br /&gt;- Hi Mr. Gordon! Good morning.&lt;br /&gt;- Good morning.&lt;br /&gt;- What can I do for you, Gordon?&lt;br /&gt;- I've heard you and Mrs. Wallis are going to get married.&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, but, why do you want to know about this?&lt;br /&gt;- You know the church doesn't accept marriagebetween divorced couples. Divorce is wrong for God!&lt;br /&gt;- Yes Gordon, but Wallis is my love!&lt;br /&gt;- Can I ask you a question, Gordon?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, of course!&lt;br /&gt;- Is God happy when two people fall in love, get married and live happily together?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes my lord.&lt;br /&gt;- So archbishop, God won't be angry with us because we are very happy together and we'll happy together forever - The archbishop stopped talking and started praying for Edward . He had to understand that the Church couldn't accept divorce and marriage.&lt;br /&gt;- You don't understand Sir...&lt;br /&gt;- OK! So I'll get married in another place but I'll be together with her forever!&lt;br /&gt;- OK, you are tracing your destiny...&lt;br /&gt;- So, don't look for me again, goodbye Mr. Gordon!&lt;br /&gt;- Bye, Edward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-3026703246397836738?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/3026703246397836738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=3026703246397836738' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/3026703246397836738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/3026703246397836738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-of-king-rafael-sampaio-matheus.html' title='The Love of a King - Rafael S. and Matheus M.'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-1104652200451152782</id><published>2007-06-27T08:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T09:00:18.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of a King - Jorge Luiz and João Felipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edward was in Paris and George was in London. They were talking on the phone.George wanted Edward to return to London but his brother would not accept to go back without Wallis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edward-&lt;/strong&gt; Hello! How are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George-&lt;/strong&gt; Bad, you know. I'm unhappy because of Wallis and you... You can't be together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edward-&lt;/strong&gt; You'll be a good king. About Wallis... I know what I'm doing, I love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George-&lt;/strong&gt; Come back to London and be the king, you are the right person! I know another woman you can marry... England needs you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edward-&lt;/strong&gt; I can only be a king if Wallis stays with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George-&lt;/strong&gt; You already know what I think, but if you want to stay with a person who got married with another man, you are lost. There is no way out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edward-&lt;/strong&gt; She is better than you can imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George-&lt;/strong&gt; Think about what I said. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edward-&lt;/strong&gt; Bye. Good luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-1104652200451152782?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/1104652200451152782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=1104652200451152782' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/1104652200451152782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/1104652200451152782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-of-king-jorge-luiz-e-joo-felipe.html' title='The Love of a King - Jorge Luiz and João Felipe'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-6957922053355970041</id><published>2007-06-25T08:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T09:05:58.132-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The big sleep review-Daniel, Jallad and Lucas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The book The Big Sleep tells the story of a detective called Philip Marlowe. He is called by a general, Mr Sternwood, to solve a mistery based upon a blackmail. The general was very old and sick. He has two daughters who will receive and inheritance. One is called Carmen who is a nymphomaniac and the other one is called Vivian Regan, whose husband has been misteriously murdered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We think, although the book is a little complicated, that it is interesting and entertaining. It is written by Raymond Chandler and it has two successful film versions. One was filmed in 1946 and the other one, in 1978. The book is also considered to be one of Chandler´s greatest work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The characters are well-created and the space where the story is told is the magnificent Los Angeles. Parts of the book are portrayed in famous places of this very same city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The book is worth reading and we indicate it to everyone who likes action and suspense books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-6957922053355970041?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/6957922053355970041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=6957922053355970041' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/6957922053355970041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/6957922053355970041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-sleep-review-daniel-jallad-and.html' title='The big sleep review-Daniel, Jallad and Lucas'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-4215155826577672872</id><published>2007-06-25T08:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T08:52:32.782-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep - Natsumi, Clara and Raphael V.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Have you ever read the book &lt;em&gt;The Big Sleep&lt;/em&gt;? If you haven't, you should. It's a great book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The story is about Marlowe, a private detective who is hired by General Sternwood, an old rich man, who has been blackmailed. He wanted Marlowe to find the blackmailer and also wanted him to find his daughter's husband, Mr. Regan, who had disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;During the story, Marlowe discovers that the General had two daughters, both were involved in the plot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;While the story unfolds, you will see that there are a lot of murderers, each time involving more and more people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Finally, you'll be surprised by the unexpected ending: the killer... you will &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; guess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-4215155826577672872?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/4215155826577672872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=4215155826577672872' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/4215155826577672872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/4215155826577672872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/06/sleep-natsumi-clara-and-raphael-v.html' title='Sleep - Natsumi, Clara and Raphael V.'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-5875535341597838761</id><published>2007-06-25T08:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T09:05:32.219-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Sleep-Pedro, Arthur and Prandini</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A new ending&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"I´ll tell you. Geiger was using Carmen to blackmail your father, but Eddie Mars was behind everything Geiger, just using him. Your father didn´t pay Geiger which showed he wasn´t frightened of him. Eddie wanted to know that. He had a hold over you and wanted to know if he had it over the general too. If he had, it would bring him a lot of money very quickly. If not, he would have to wait until you get half of the family fortune. Owen Taylor killed Geiger, because Owen loved your sister. Eddie didn´t care. Only you, Eddie, you and mister thought guy Canino knew what game Eddie was playing. Rusty Regan disappeared, and Eddie hid his wife out at Realito so that people would think Rusty had run off with Mona. Eddie knew what had really happened to Rusty, but didn´t want the police to know(&lt;em&gt;Page 69)"&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Do you know why is that? Because Eddie Mars is trully...NORRIS. Under the alias of Eddie Mars, he called up on Geiger to blackmail General Sternwood. He knew Regan was a good friend of the General, so he killed him, as Eddie, so that Regan wouldn´t suspect of anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-5875535341597838761?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/5875535341597838761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=5875535341597838761' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/5875535341597838761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/5875535341597838761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-sleep-pedro-arthur-and-prandini.html' title='The Big Sleep-Pedro, Arthur and Prandini'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-1536555278834558705</id><published>2007-06-25T08:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T08:51:37.737-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep - Isabella M and Thereza P 9ºB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you like detective stories, you may read &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Big Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; a book that mixes mystery, murders and blackmailing. A story that gets your attention and makes you feel curious about what is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Philip Marlowe, a private detective, is hired by General Sternwood to discover who is blackmailing him, a very interesting search begins and lots of mysteries which involve the General's daughters, the childishness Carmen and the pretty Vivian, and even the ambitious Eddie Mars, start to be solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting to get this book? Come to this world of discoveries and let your imagination goes wherever it takes you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-1536555278834558705?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/1536555278834558705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=1536555278834558705' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/1536555278834558705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/1536555278834558705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/06/sleep-isabella-m-and-thereza-p-9b.html' title='Sleep - Isabella M and Thereza P 9ºB'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-810818329891747049</id><published>2007-06-25T08:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T08:45:57.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep - Fernanda, Julie and Isabella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Written by Raymond Chandler, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Big Sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is a book that tells the story of the Sternwood family. Mr. Marlowe is a private detective who was indicated by his old chief to work with General Sternwood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;          Mr. Marlowe accepts the job, but when he gets to know the family, he realizes that the Sternwoods were very problematic. The two daughters, Carmen Sternwood and Vivian Regan, were both wild and pretty. They liked drinks, drugs and dating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;          The challenge for Mr. Marlowe was to scape from the hands of the Sternwoods sisters and discover who was blackmailing General Sternwood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;          A lot of drugs, alcohol, cigarettes and plenty of blood. For you to discover who was the mentor of all this mystery, you will have to read &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Big Sleep&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Don't waste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-810818329891747049?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/810818329891747049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=810818329891747049' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/810818329891747049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/810818329891747049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/06/sleep-fernanda-julie-and-isabella.html' title='Sleep - Fernanda, Julie and Isabella'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-8459620323700879568</id><published>2007-06-25T08:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T14:10:27.647-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep - Bueno, Boujikian, Obara e Begnami</title><content type='html'>Marlowe was going to the Sternwood's mansion because the general wanted to see him. When he got there, Norris, the butler, took him to the greenhouse, where General Sternwood was waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;"Sit down, Marlowe" said the General. "I have a confession to make".&lt;br /&gt;"Go on" answered Marlowe.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the General took a cookie out of his pocket and said: "Please, take a cookie". While saying this, he stared at Marlowe with cold eyes. "It's not poisoned. Don't be afraid. Take it and enjoy yourself".&lt;br /&gt;Marlowe started to feel that something was wrong. Then, he was sure about that when the General took his hand and said gently:&lt;br /&gt;"You see... I'm in love with you!"&lt;br /&gt;Marlowe started choking on the cookie and got as blue as a Smurf.&lt;br /&gt;"Are you okay?" said the General.&lt;br /&gt;But it was too late. Marlowe had passed away and the General had lost the love of his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-8459620323700879568?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/8459620323700879568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=8459620323700879568' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/8459620323700879568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/8459620323700879568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/06/sleep-bueno-boujikian-obara-e-begnami.html' title='Sleep - Bueno, Boujikian, Obara e Begnami'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-2917014161535793246</id><published>2007-06-25T08:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T14:11:05.404-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep - Gandelhman, Schalch, Otávio</title><content type='html'>Phillip Marlowe was hired by General Sternwood to investigate a blackmail to her daughter Carmem Sternwood, and discovered the she was involved with Arthur Geiger, a pornography seller. Geiger was killed by the Sternwood´s Chauffeur, Owen Taylor, who loved Carmem, Marlowe found pictures of Carmem naked. The next morning, Owen Taylor was found dead in the harbor and then went back to the bookstore of Geiger and saw Joe Brody and Carol Lundgren packing up things, Marlowe followed Joe Brody to his house and found him with Agnes, Geiger´s secretary, then Carmem arrived and wanted her pictures. Carol Lundgren killed Joe Brody when he arrived at the house. Marlowe arrested Carol Lundgren and Harry Jones said Agnes had information. Harry Jones was killed by Canino and Agnes said where Mona Mars(wife of Eddie Mars) was, Marlowe killed Canino and Mona told him that Eddie didn´t kill Rusty Regan. Marlowe discovered that Carmem killed Rusty Regan and asked her sister, Vivian Regan, to send Carmem to an instituition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-2917014161535793246?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/2917014161535793246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=2917014161535793246' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/2917014161535793246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/2917014161535793246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/06/sleep-gandelhman-schalch-otvio.html' title='Sleep - Gandelhman, Schalch, Otávio'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-8748379911250909171</id><published>2007-06-25T08:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T08:47:53.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep - Laura G., Lara A., Mira Z.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   Philip Marlowe is a private detective who likes working alone. He's been hired by General Sternwood, who was blackmailed by someone and wanted to solve the case. Detective Marlowe met the two daughters of General Strenwood, Carmen and Vivian. Both are wild and pretty. He also wants to investigate the disappearence of Rusty Regan, Vivian's husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;      While detective Marlowe is trying to solve the case, lots of other murderers happen. What's the connection between Owen Taylor, Arthur Geiger, Joe Brody, Carol Lundgren, Mona Mars, Agnes, Harry Jones, Eddie Mars, Lash Canino and Bernie Owls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;     Who murdered whom? Who is the next victim? Find out more reading the Big Sleep, from Oxford Publications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/273102310134790344-8748379911250909171?l=englishnonoano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/feeds/8748379911250909171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=273102310134790344&amp;postID=8748379911250909171' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/8748379911250909171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/273102310134790344/posts/default/8748379911250909171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://englishnonoano.blogspot.com/2007/06/sleep-laura-g-lara-mira-z.html' title='Sleep - Laura G., Lara A., Mira Z.'/><author><name>blogescolamobile@gmail.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095271390752509788</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-273102310134790344.post-7319190400671570663</id><published>2007-06-25T08:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T09:10:28.913-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep - Bruno, Pedro Augusto, Pedro Pôrto e Rodrigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The Big Sleep - The REAL and ONLY true end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Do not believe the other ones, they're fakes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mr. Marlowe continues on his case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just arrived home, when the telephone rang. It was General Sternwood. He was inviting me to have a drink with him, at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there, it wasn't the same buttler who opened the door. "What happened to the last buttler?" there was no answer. "Mr. Sternwood is waiting for you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! It's always a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Marlowe" He didn't look very pleasant at all. "What happened to the last buttler?" I asked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you noticed" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I did! It's my job" I replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He slipped away. Let's not talk about this. Please, help yourself". I got a glass full of brandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, have you been involved with something, maybe, Regan?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, do you want me to be involved with?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No need, you won't live much longer". My body was getting heavier and heavier. It was getting difficult to breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What have you done?!" I asked rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is the poison reacting quickly?" he looked in a psycopatically way. "It really did with Regan and Norris"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the heck? You murdered both of them?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course After all, it is against the Christianism to fall in love with another man, as they did" At this moment, he was talking with a very funny Brittish accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Were they...In...Love?" I looked VERY surprised, and got my gun. "I wil kill you too" saying those words I shot him. "Go to hell you goofygooper!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with these last words, my lungs stopped breathing  forever. 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