<?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-2617838016997422899</id><updated>2012-01-24T08:19:24.609-08:00</updated><category term='Letras de Músicas'/><category term='poesias'/><category term='Concurso'/><category term='&quot;Profundo pensar&quot;'/><category term='Mensagens'/><category term='Alucinações-Quebrando as correntes-'/><category term='Relembrando'/><category term='Desabafando'/><category term='Historias que eu contei'/><category term='História: Perdida em algum lugar'/><category term='Imagens'/><category term='Eu escrevi...'/><category term='Aniversário do blog'/><category term='Alucinações'/><category term='É Natal'/><category term='Renovando...'/><category term='Amores ; Romantico ; Você'/><category term='isa-assinadoeu.blogspot'/><category term='textos de Alexsander'/><title type='text'>Entre passos do tempo...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>245</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-1431001728770194877</id><published>2011-11-24T11:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T11:32:17.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yc5E23ATVYM/Ts6bsA-7TiI/AAAAAAAABJw/gdxDA8UsGCA/s1600/eclipse_by_skategirl-d32fea1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yc5E23ATVYM/Ts6bsA-7TiI/AAAAAAAABJw/gdxDA8UsGCA/s320/eclipse_by_skategirl-d32fea1.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Escrevo, mas ainda estou distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Penso nos amigos que não tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Da vida que sonhei para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Dos sonhos que lancei no mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;no mar que levou minha vida embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Penso o quanto seria melhor se a compreensão prevalece-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;A, como eu queria ser entendida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Evitaria tantas lágrimas, tanta lastima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Eu poderia sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Mas ainda escrevo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;pois não existe amigo melhor do que as palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-1431001728770194877?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1431001728770194877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=1431001728770194877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/1431001728770194877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/1431001728770194877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2011/11/escrevo-mas-ainda-estou-distante-penso.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yc5E23ATVYM/Ts6bsA-7TiI/AAAAAAAABJw/gdxDA8UsGCA/s72-c/eclipse_by_skategirl-d32fea1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-6888430919141949103</id><published>2011-06-01T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T19:34:42.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>Meu tempo traiçoeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grandesmensagens.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/poeta-relogio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.grandesmensagens.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/poeta-relogio.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O tempo está sinalando, já está se acabando&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hora de acordar, hora de estudar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Volto para descansar, ops, preciso almoçar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Queria tanto parar, mas tá na hora, tá no tempo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Já vou trabalhar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tempo passa, tempo corre&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As horas passam, tic tac tic tac&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Corro pego o táxi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E quando vou me banhar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Descubro que já está na hora de voltar a estudar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Corro pego o táxi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As horas passam, tic tac tic tac&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finalmente vou merendar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As hora passam, tic tac tic tac&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O sono começa a me balancear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E meu corpo já quer descançar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As hora passam, tic tac tic tac&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Corro pego o táxi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Na cama finalmente vou me deitar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E quem sabe durante a noite sonhar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O tempo está sinalando, já está se acabando...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pessoal não ando postando e nem respondendo a todos os comentários, pois o texto acima, não é nada mais nada menos do que meu dia a dia, como ando sem tempo, não me sobra ficar escrevendo, peço desculpas aos leitores.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gabriela Oliveira&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-6888430919141949103?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6888430919141949103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=6888430919141949103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/6888430919141949103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/6888430919141949103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2011/06/meu-tempo-traicoeiro.html' title='Meu tempo traiçoeiro'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-4344115597292253383</id><published>2011-04-08T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T15:31:32.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mensagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras de Músicas'/><title type='text'>Price Tag - Jessie J</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qMxX-QOV9tI" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se puderem vejam a tradução : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;http://letras.terra.com.br/jessie-j/1777864/traducao.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-4344115597292253383?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4344115597292253383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=4344115597292253383&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4344115597292253383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4344115597292253383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2011/04/price-tag-jessie-j.html' title='Price Tag - Jessie J'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qMxX-QOV9tI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-3759315052504886467</id><published>2011-03-08T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T11:16:38.231-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>Forte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EkdQPbOpeX4/SuN3OaWz_WI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HQ74FMgGSdc/s1600/Angelique_by_maiarcita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EkdQPbOpeX4/SuN3OaWz_WI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HQ74FMgGSdc/s320/Angelique_by_maiarcita.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"As pessoas mais fortes são aquelas que guardam sua magoas,&amp;nbsp; que acolhem suas lágrimas no seu &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;coração..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Pode apagar o sol, e a escuridão permanecer, mas eu continuarei aqui, de pé!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Respiro bem fundo, não, essa lágrima não escorrerá agora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sou forte, supero mais essa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Relmente não tenho a quem recorrer, mas tudo bem, estou de pé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Respiro bem fundo, não, essa lágrima não escorrerá agora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sei, as tristezas dessa vida são muitas, não posso me deixar cair agora, não agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Coisas me afligem, mas eu confio em mim, sei que eu consigo, não deixarei meu orgulho cair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sou forte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Respiro bem fundo, apenas sigo em frente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-3759315052504886467?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3759315052504886467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=3759315052504886467&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/3759315052504886467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/3759315052504886467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2011/03/forte.html' title='Forte'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EkdQPbOpeX4/SuN3OaWz_WI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HQ74FMgGSdc/s72-c/Angelique_by_maiarcita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-6608126293410049752</id><published>2011-02-11T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T17:46:45.480-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>O Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9IIRnwpZok/TVXlSHnx6mI/AAAAAAAABJU/lnyqqqvLhjI/s1600/instant_1744_by_sudor-d32fqy9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9IIRnwpZok/TVXlSHnx6mI/AAAAAAAABJU/lnyqqqvLhjI/s320/instant_1744_by_sudor-d32fqy9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O amor é mais forte que montanhas, sustentas edificios,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rompe barreiras&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se cria cachoeiras&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O amor é a fortaleza&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É a vida, é a beleza.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E se ao acaso alguém me disser que não existe amor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lhe direi que se não existe amor, então poeta não sou&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E a dor ao ser humano voltou...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que nas entranhas do seu corpo se enrolou&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que sem razão para viver&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Começou a morrer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/2617838016997422899-6608126293410049752?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6608126293410049752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=6608126293410049752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/6608126293410049752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/6608126293410049752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-amor.html' title='O Amor'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9IIRnwpZok/TVXlSHnx6mI/AAAAAAAABJU/lnyqqqvLhjI/s72-c/instant_1744_by_sudor-d32fqy9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-4510374621667464238</id><published>2011-01-18T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T12:43:11.302-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Historias que eu contei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mensagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>Chegou a hora do jantar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TTX5B2rpegI/AAAAAAAABJI/CbDpsEd3UNQ/s1600/ania_8_by_sabakunoshi-d32fjeo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TTX5B2rpegI/AAAAAAAABJI/CbDpsEd3UNQ/s320/ania_8_by_sabakunoshi-d32fjeo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Até quando os homens continuarão assim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Serão necessarias mais quantas mortes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Por favor, parem um pouco, tentem enxergar, o que aconteceu no Rio de Janeiro, não tem nada haver com posições divinas! Tudo que aconteceu lá é a Mãe Natureza tomando seu lugar, é ela começando a se vingar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;700 morte ainda será pouco prestes a tudo que irá acontecer, quantos animais morreram, quantas plantas foram arrancadas pela fome do homem por dinheiro?&amp;nbsp; Agora quem começa a agir é a natureza, e sua fome agora é por vingança, por espaço, agora ela quer de volta aquilo que lhe foi roubado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Realmente é triste ver as imagens na televisão, que por sinal foi um grande presente para a midia, não sabemos se eles mostram por tristeza, ou porque agora tem uma noticia para ser dada durante todo o dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Hoje ouvi uma frase na televisão que dizia: &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" O mal não é natural, ele é humano!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;O ser humano já não surpreende, a cada dia que se passa mais descobrimos o quanto se pode ser um monstro, e agora pela ignorancia de muitos, inocentes morreram, e continuarão a morrer, porque isso é apenas o inicio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Chegou a hora do jantar, agora quem vai se alimentar será a natureza, aquela que um dia destruimos, lembra?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TTX7S0sTo8I/AAAAAAAABJM/vlHh1Ppf3Bg/s1600/angra-soterramento-hg-20100201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TTX7S0sTo8I/AAAAAAAABJM/vlHh1Ppf3Bg/s320/angra-soterramento-hg-20100201.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-4510374621667464238?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4510374621667464238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=4510374621667464238&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4510374621667464238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4510374621667464238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2011/01/chegou-hora-do-jantar.html' title='Chegou a hora do jantar!'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TTX5B2rpegI/AAAAAAAABJI/CbDpsEd3UNQ/s72-c/ania_8_by_sabakunoshi-d32fjeo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-3863353957492240143</id><published>2011-01-13T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T17:12:30.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TS-iiVbCbJI/AAAAAAAABJE/AxyoXAIBbao/s1600/l__ansia_divora_by_screamadelica94-d2xhp51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TS-iiVbCbJI/AAAAAAAABJE/AxyoXAIBbao/s320/l__ansia_divora_by_screamadelica94-d2xhp51.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Não se podia imaginar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ninguem sabe o que aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas ela se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Do pó se originou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ao pó voltou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Foi se do tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A tristeza reina agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A Vitória se foi..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-3863353957492240143?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3863353957492240143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=3863353957492240143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/3863353957492240143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/3863353957492240143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2011/01/nao-se-podia-imaginar.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TS-iiVbCbJI/AAAAAAAABJE/AxyoXAIBbao/s72-c/l__ansia_divora_by_screamadelica94-d2xhp51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-4069936713517489700</id><published>2011-01-10T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T15:45:41.532-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relembrando'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TSuZ0fBqJxI/AAAAAAAABJA/dOF5xsp5cUI/s1600/espelho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TSuZ0fBqJxI/AAAAAAAABJA/dOF5xsp5cUI/s1600/espelho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes dá vontade de jogar tudo pro ar, e viver a vida da maneira que  mais gostamos, mas também existe aquelas vezes, que dá vontade de fazer  de tudo pra agradar aos outros... Somos apenas robôs do mundo moderno,  não conseguimos enxergar além do horizonte que está atrás daquela enorme  montanha.&lt;br /&gt;Não vemos e não queremos ver,que, a cada vez que mais  escalamos a montanha mais fortes ficamos, fechamos nosso olhos e nos  tomamos por um cabresto.Sim nós fazemos criticas, mas do que adiantaria a  critica, se depois dela não vem o mais importante? A AÇÃO?&lt;br /&gt;Criticamos uns aos outros, pelo simples fato de não ter a coragem de olhar pra si mesmo e ver que tudo depende de um ser....VC!&lt;br /&gt;A  mudança do mundo, da educação, da familia, do governo,é colocado nas  mãos de outras pessoas, pelo simples fato de não sermos capaz de  enxergar a mudança em nós mesmos....&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas tem a forte mania de  querer que o outro comece a fazer a diferença, mas não vê que o outro  tambem quer da mesma forma, a partir do momento que cada um olhar pra si  mesmo, e esquecer aqueles que não tem a coragem de se atrever, a  começarem a agir, o mundo irá mudar. .&lt;br /&gt;Ás pessoas se importam d+ com a aparencia externa...e esquecem de olhar para o podre que há em si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;"A aparência é apenas uma forma de fugir do verdadeiro espelho!" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-4069936713517489700?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4069936713517489700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=4069936713517489700&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4069936713517489700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4069936713517489700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-vezes-da-vontade-de-jogar-tudo-pro.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TSuZ0fBqJxI/AAAAAAAABJA/dOF5xsp5cUI/s72-c/espelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-4429917464852881423</id><published>2010-12-22T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T16:30:44.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amores ; Romantico ; Você'/><title type='text'>Pequenos Gestos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TRKX-_TOofI/AAAAAAAABIk/vC1suVKvd1o/s1600/512cd54840bdfc7d204519a8f631e258-d30dbru.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TRKX-_TOofI/AAAAAAAABIk/vC1suVKvd1o/s400/512cd54840bdfc7d204519a8f631e258-d30dbru.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pequenos contáveis gestos...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes se mostram tão insignificantes, mas fazem tanta diferença.&lt;br /&gt;Mas acontece que o tempo já o levou, é tanta correria que não chegamos a prestar atenção a detalhes.&lt;br /&gt;Em palavras ditas, que esperam sua tradução, em olhares jogados, em sinais que estão por todos os lados, esperando apenas você lê-los.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não basta decifrá-los, tem que praticá-los, isso pode até não fazer a mínima diferença para você, mas pode ter certeza que isso significa muito para alguém, talvez até mais do que imagina...&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não há nada pior do que ficar ali, esperando alguém que consiga entender seus sinais, aquilo que tem receio em dizer, esperando a pessoa amada te entender. Esperando aquele pequeno gesto, que significa muito para você...&lt;br /&gt;Então comece você a praticar os pequenos gestos, não precisam vim de poemas profissionais, das flores mais caras, dos presentes mais luxuosos, dos restaurantes mais caros... A única coisa que precisa ser é de coração, vale a pena ser um trechinho romântico, uma flor roubada do jardim da vizinha, uma ligação durante o dia apenas para dizer que ama, um café da manhã na cama, um beijo na testa, um abraço demorado, um bombom, um “Conte comigo”, um “Estarei aqui quando precisar”, coisas simples, coisas que não precisam de muito dinheiro, e nem mesmo muito do que você julga seu precioso tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Pois como todos sabem o tempo realmente é curto, e por causa disso não devemos achar tão difícil tirar um segundo do dia para dedicar a alguém especial, pois pode ser que o tempo dessa pessoa na sua vida esteja correndo o mais rápido que você imagina, e depois será tarde demais para decifrar os sinais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-4429917464852881423?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4429917464852881423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=4429917464852881423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4429917464852881423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4429917464852881423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/12/pequenos-gestos.html' title='Pequenos Gestos'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TRKX-_TOofI/AAAAAAAABIk/vC1suVKvd1o/s72-c/512cd54840bdfc7d204519a8f631e258-d30dbru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-8166608260054673515</id><published>2010-12-14T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T15:49:54.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alucinações-Quebrando as correntes-'/><title type='text'>Quebrando as Correntes</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Capitulo 6 &amp;nbsp;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Uma Surpresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TQf2dkUnyjI/AAAAAAAABIE/el-4wtpfrfw/s1600/blabla_by_andrahilde-d32fbwh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TQf2dkUnyjI/AAAAAAAABIE/el-4wtpfrfw/s320/blabla_by_andrahilde-d32fbwh.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1183561173"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1183561174"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chegando a recepção do predio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Senhorita Liss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Sim senhor Karlyson?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Aqui está as chaves do apartamento de vocês, e desculpe, mas não havia ninguém lá! Eu mesmo mandei todos os funcionários fazerem uma busca no predio, e nenhum de nós achamos &amp;nbsp;a mulher que descreveu, e ela não consta em nossos funcionarios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Está bem, desculpe pelo transtorno senhor Karlyson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Liss foi a primeira a chegar da escola, as outras meninas estavam na biblioteca, ao entrar no apartamento Liss teve um pouco de receio, mas continuou, entrou no quarto e guardou sua coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Mas que droga, agora o porteiro deve achar que sou louca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-O que disse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Liss olhou assustada, buscando a dona da voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Você?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Sim, ainda não terminei, parece que as coisas não me obedecem, e, desculpa, mas quebrei uma jarra, não sei o que está acontecendo comigo, mas acho que é espasmos, fui ao medico, mas ninguém lá me deu atenção!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- O senhor Karlyson disse que veio aqui, e não lhe achou, e também me disse que você não trabalha aqui! Então quem é você?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- O senhor Karlyson! - disse a mulher com um pouco de raiva - aquele velho! Ele nunca responde as minhas perguntas, e finje não me ver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Liss pensou um pouco, e tentou racionar as coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Não é possivel! Não pode ser, não estou te vendo, não to te vendo! - dizia Liss com as mãos sobre a cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-O que é isso garota! Estou bem aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Você! É uma fantasma! E eu estou ficando louca!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Isso faz sentido, deve ser por isso que ninguém me responde, por isso que as coisas caem das minhas mãos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-Realmente faz sentido, eu estou louca mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-Então você é a única que me vê?! Você conversa com fantasmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Liss olhou para a mulher, e assim continuou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-Fantasmas... eu vejo fantasmas? Que loucura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-Se eu sou uma fantasma, como eu morri?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Liss, sem prestar atenção no que a mulher falava, começou a pensar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-Então deve ser por isso que eu vi aquele garoto, por isso que eu sinto esses calafrios, essas sensações estranhas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-Você tem um dom garota!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-Parece... - disse Liss olhando ao longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-Se eu sou um fantasma, queria saber como morri, você me ajuda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-Se você prometer sumir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-Prometo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Levantando-se Liss ficou olhando para um cartão, após o pegar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-A mulher do acidente ... Ela deve realmente saber algo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Continua...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Se informe mais sobre a história:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Consulte o &lt;a href="http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/search/label/Alucina%C3%A7%C3%B5es-Quebrando%20as%20correntes-"&gt;Marcador Quabrando as Correntes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-8166608260054673515?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8166608260054673515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=8166608260054673515&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/8166608260054673515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/8166608260054673515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/12/quebrando-as-correntes.html' title='Quebrando as Correntes'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TQf2dkUnyjI/AAAAAAAABIE/el-4wtpfrfw/s72-c/blabla_by_andrahilde-d32fbwh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-260431379307733841</id><published>2010-12-04T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T14:04:40.645-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TPq62Ke2NqI/AAAAAAAABIA/LSRRGFCur8s/s1600/too_many_noises____day_96_by_escaped_emotions-d32fp4r.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TPq62Ke2NqI/AAAAAAAABIA/LSRRGFCur8s/s320/too_many_noises____day_96_by_escaped_emotions-d32fp4r.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desculpe, mas os dias de hoje são assim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu não consegui ser o que você queria.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas meu mundo é isso aqui.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;E eu gosto daqui...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sei o quanto é dificil pra você aceitar, pois sei que eu não sou aquilo que você queria que eu fosse.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas te confesso, não é fácil, mas acredite eu estou feliz assim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sim, me encontro feliz, agora sim me encontro feliz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas antes, eu não era nada menos do que mais uma que obedecia regras, regras que eu não queria obedecer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu não sou o que você queria, mas hoje me tornei aquilo que eu sempre quis ser, e acho que isso é importante, não?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sei que ás vezes você chora por isso, mas eu estou tranquila comigo mesma, tente entender, eu estou feliz, e isso importa! Isso sim é importante!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desculpa pai, desculpa mãe, mas eu não me tornei, e nem irei me tornar aquilo que vocês querem que eu seja!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-260431379307733841?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/260431379307733841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=260431379307733841&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/260431379307733841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/260431379307733841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/12/desculpe-mas-os-dias-de-hoje-sao-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TPq62Ke2NqI/AAAAAAAABIA/LSRRGFCur8s/s72-c/too_many_noises____day_96_by_escaped_emotions-d32fp4r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-2369246109917423246</id><published>2010-11-26T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T12:43:52.198-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>Sob céus temporários</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TPA2TwjlxOI/AAAAAAAABH8/58r_JpFbYaY/s1600/ania_8_by_sabakunoshi-d32fjeo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Impressionante o como as pessoas se preocupam com coisas alheias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;São coisas tão desinteressantes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Mas mesmo assim, elas se preocupam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Coisas vãs, pessoas vãs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Será que não notam que tudo é passageiro? Que nem tudo lhe interessa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Rapidamente os céus delas cairão, pois ao invés de se preocuparem com seus fracassos, buscam derrotas nos vencedores!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-2369246109917423246?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2369246109917423246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=2369246109917423246&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/2369246109917423246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/2369246109917423246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/11/sob-ceus-temporarios.html' title='Sob céus temporários'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-944466703948216276</id><published>2010-11-13T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T18:51:37.298-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>Espinhos em uma pétala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TN9OmlS65_I/AAAAAAAABH4/mcbj2aZW70w/s1600/fragil__by_an0riel-d32fg85.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TN9OmlS65_I/AAAAAAAABH4/mcbj2aZW70w/s320/fragil__by_an0riel-d32fg85.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em um mundo cercado de pessoas, e você se sente sozinho.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Todos estão rindo, e você se sente&amp;nbsp;excluído.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;E realmente isso é dificil, porque o que você mais queria era ter alguem do seu lado em que você pudesse deitar no colo e desabafar, contar seus segredos, desabafar seus defeitos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um amigo em que você sabe que pode lhe dizer a verdade e que ele lhe entendera.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alguém que pense assim como você.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ter alguém que te faça olhar pro lado e se sentir feliz por ter aquela pessoa com você, aquela que você sabe que pode contar em qualquer momento.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lhe mandar recados, e ser&amp;nbsp;correspondido, lhe mandar rosas e receber tulipas....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ser correspondido em demonstrações, e não apenas palavras, até&amp;nbsp;porque&amp;nbsp;palavras vôam, e gestos ficam guardados em nossa memoria.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Espero que um dia possamos encontrar alguém assim, porque sinceramente?! Ninguém merece se sentir sozinho nesse mundo imenso!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/2617838016997422899-944466703948216276?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/944466703948216276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=944466703948216276&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/944466703948216276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/944466703948216276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/11/espinhos-em-uma-petala.html' title='Espinhos em uma pétala'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TN9OmlS65_I/AAAAAAAABH4/mcbj2aZW70w/s72-c/fragil__by_an0riel-d32fg85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-3808086922637775802</id><published>2010-11-10T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T17:20:26.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>Parabéns Mãe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAABt9xmvmIR4gRiPzv6Rlk176fpdICX-3w1Dh-QwsVvZqcmmMWcP99BRv7NLjsjaX2Zs8vpllQm7sjj_iOo1b68wAm1T1UE2c0aC15yRrj1dcTjgEsTehEiE6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAABt9xmvmIR4gRiPzv6Rlk176fpdICX-3w1Dh-QwsVvZqcmmMWcP99BRv7NLjsjaX2Zs8vpllQm7sjj_iOo1b68wAm1T1UE2c0aC15yRrj1dcTjgEsTehEiE6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;11/11/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Parabéns&amp;nbsp;mãe pelos seus 39 anos (haha ela na verdade afirma ter 28)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Espero que possamos viver muito mais ao lado uma da outra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E por favor, viva mais do que 100 aninhos ta?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;Eu te amo mãe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-3808086922637775802?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3808086922637775802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=3808086922637775802&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/3808086922637775802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/3808086922637775802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/11/parabens-mae.html' title='Parabéns Mãe!'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-2944257842604119651</id><published>2010-11-02T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T19:20:49.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mensagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>Um mundo que entenda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TNDGl0QWVDI/AAAAAAAABH0/olGCezNGSe0/s1600/world_by_thatshouldbeme-d2xhjy6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TNDGl0QWVDI/AAAAAAAABH0/olGCezNGSe0/s320/world_by_thatshouldbeme-d2xhjy6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não são poucas, é, na verdade são muita as&amp;nbsp;idéias&amp;nbsp;diferentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vivemos em um mundo dividido por culturas, ideologias e por conceitos sociais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O que mais intriga nessa historia toda, é o quanto as pessoas se fecham nesses seus conceitos, elas não conseguem se abrir, não conseguem expandir suas mentes, elas são ordenadas por suas religiões e culturas, e isso as limita muito, e pessoas que se limitam por isso &amp;nbsp;não vivem, elas são que nem robôs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Seria mais fácil se todos conseguissem se expressar, se todos seguissem seus&amp;nbsp;próprios&amp;nbsp;conceitos de vida, se todos realmente vivessem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Seria tão bom se a sua religião, se a forma pela qual veste, ou se você tem ou não um piercing, não defini-se quem você realmente é, e se as pessoas largassem suas fantasia, e jogassem suas mascaras fora, e mostrassem quem realmente são.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E o que aconteceria se as pessoas se sentassem de frente umas para as outras, e mostrasse cada um sua visão de mundo? E todos ali aceitassem abrir suas mentes, e até&amp;nbsp;mesmo&amp;nbsp;acrescentar algo mais em suas vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Concerteza o mundo se transformaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se realmente existe um Deus lá em cima, porque&amp;nbsp;evangélicos&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;católicos&amp;nbsp;brigam entre si? Não são eles todos filho desse mesmo Deus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Porque todos brigam contra o homossexualismo? Contra o aborto? Isso é algo que vem da&amp;nbsp;própria&amp;nbsp;moral de cada um, então que cada um decida o que fazer com seu corpo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;É uma grande&amp;nbsp;diversidade&amp;nbsp;de ideologias, e o bom mesmo seria se todos soubessem &amp;nbsp;entender o pensamento de cada um,&amp;nbsp;teríamos&amp;nbsp;um mundo bem melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas o&amp;nbsp;difícil&amp;nbsp;mesmo é termos um mundo que entenda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-2944257842604119651?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2944257842604119651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=2944257842604119651&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/2944257842604119651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/2944257842604119651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/11/um-mundo-que-entenda.html' title='Um mundo que entenda'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TNDGl0QWVDI/AAAAAAAABH0/olGCezNGSe0/s72-c/world_by_thatshouldbeme-d2xhjy6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-1673686561038347985</id><published>2010-10-25T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T17:55:33.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>25 de Outubro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TMYkDB1y1nI/AAAAAAAABHw/SBldV9G4e4E/s1600/abandoned_by_mildhand-d2xhfef.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TMYkDB1y1nI/AAAAAAAABHw/SBldV9G4e4E/s320/abandoned_by_mildhand-d2xhfef.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sabe, eu não sou daquelas que desistem fácil.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas as vezes para vencer, precisamos de alguém nos ajude a caminhar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou triste hoje, foi um dia daqueles complicados.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sabe quando você sonha muito aquilo? Quando você faz vários planos, quando você se sente toda animada, mas existe um grupo de pessoas que conseguem te fazer cair? Te desanimar? Sabe?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sinto como se minha garganta tivesse algo entalado.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;E agora consigo chorar de tristeza...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas eu confesso que não queria&amp;nbsp;desistir&amp;nbsp;assim, eu queria tentar, ir até o fim., mas estou sem forças...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peço desculpas a todos da equipe &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Green Days&lt;/span&gt;, mas a partir de hoje saio da liderança...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Bjs / triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-1673686561038347985?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1673686561038347985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=1673686561038347985&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/1673686561038347985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/1673686561038347985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/10/sabe-eu-nao-sou-daquelas-que-desistem.html' title='25 de Outubro'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TMYkDB1y1nI/AAAAAAAABHw/SBldV9G4e4E/s72-c/abandoned_by_mildhand-d2xhfef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-1298406083380858158</id><published>2010-10-24T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T12:01:12.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concurso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renovando...'/><title type='text'>Top 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TMR9NNT7LWI/AAAAAAAABGY/v8RoY4s1cQk/s1600/DFASDFASD.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TMR9NNT7LWI/AAAAAAAABGY/v8RoY4s1cQk/s320/DFASDFASD.bmp" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;E aqui está o resultado do Top 10!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;1º&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://encantocinderela.blogspot.com/"&gt;Encanto Cinderela&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;2º&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://doce-meio-amargo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Doce Meio Amargo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;3º&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.profundopensar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Profundo Pensar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;4º&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://daaailourenco.blogspot.com/"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tudo o que vejo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://sorvetebia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jam e Jelly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://caixinha-de-tudo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Caixinha de Tudo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7º&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://raahmylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yes, you can do it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;8º&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://garotasdeallstaraermo.blogspot.com/"&gt;O meio do fim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;9º&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://floresnegrasdajackie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Flores Negras do Meu Jardim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;10º&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://emeeeeelyy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chinelo Velho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Queria agradecer a todos que participaram, e dizer que:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;"A vida é uma grande corrida, e toda corrida é uma competição!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não quero que quem não ficou entre os três primeiros lugares se sintam&amp;nbsp;inferiores,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mas que queiram a cada dia melhorar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E a todos que ficaram entre os primeiros lugares,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Parabéns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E a todos, meu sincero obrigada pelos comentários a respeito do blog, e por estarem sempre aqui!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Bjs no coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-1298406083380858158?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1298406083380858158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=1298406083380858158&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/1298406083380858158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/1298406083380858158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/10/top-10.html' title='Top 10'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TMR9NNT7LWI/AAAAAAAABGY/v8RoY4s1cQk/s72-c/DFASDFASD.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-5900344350981805256</id><published>2010-10-12T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T19:01:46.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alucinações-Quebrando as correntes-'/><title type='text'>Quebrando as Correntes</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Capitulo 5 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;A faxineira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TLUR9KqgWZI/AAAAAAAABGE/-bck7uwDTS0/s1600/5af1f1232b36f369ca07f1445a938d8a-d2yu3mg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TLUR9KqgWZI/AAAAAAAABGE/-bck7uwDTS0/s320/5af1f1232b36f369ca07f1445a938d8a-d2yu3mg.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mais um novo dia começava, e as garotas já se aprontavam para sair, Liss por ter sido a última acordar, acabou se atrasando :&lt;br /&gt;-Ande depressa Liss, vamos atrasar por culpa sua! - disse Nissy&lt;br /&gt;-Ah Nissy, eu já estou indo!&lt;br /&gt;-Vamos te esperar lá em baixo - já dizia Nissy descendo as escadas&lt;br /&gt; Após alguns minutos Liss já terminara de arrumar, quando fechou a porta, lembrou-se de que esqueceu seu celular, voltou correndo e o pegou, ao virar-se sentiu uma sensação meio ruim, olhou ao seu redor, e continuou a andar, só que dessa vez sem correrias, quando colocou sua mão na maçaneta da porta escutou um barulho vindo do banheiro, olhou procurando algo,  meio assustada,  pensou consigo mesma:&lt;br /&gt;- Será que alguma das meninas entraram sem eu ver?! - ela pensou mais um pouco, deixou a porta aberta, e foi em direção ao banheiro, a porta estava fechada, e o barulho continuava.&lt;br /&gt;Liss abriu a porta, cuidadosamente.&lt;br /&gt;-Desculpe, eu sou meio desastrada, estava aqui limpando, e derrubei essas coisas!&lt;br /&gt;-Quem é você? - perguntou Liss&lt;br /&gt;-A faxineira!&lt;br /&gt;-Como você entrou? Nós não pedimos faxineira!&lt;br /&gt;-Como assim?! Não precisa pedir, eu trabalho neste apartamento há anos garota! Nem me venha, pois eu gosto de trabalhar aqui!&lt;br /&gt;-Está bem, depois conversamos sobre isso, estou atrasada para a escola, deixo a porta aberta?&lt;br /&gt;-Eu tenho as chaves!&lt;br /&gt;Liss ficou surpresa, pois quando se mudaram para lá, a mãe de Nissy mandou que trocasse todas as fechaduras, por medo de antigos moradores fazerem copias para assaltar.&lt;br /&gt;-Estranho...&lt;br /&gt;-O que você disse? - perguntou a mulher&lt;br /&gt;-Nada, é, eu já estou de saída, vou deixar a porta aberta!&lt;br /&gt;-Como quiser -  disse a mulher voltando ao serviço&lt;br /&gt; Liss desceu as escadas, e disse ao porteiro o que havia acontecido, e o pediu para conferir:&lt;br /&gt;-Você olha para mim? Estou atrasada!&lt;br /&gt;-Sim, e vou chamar a policia!&lt;br /&gt;-Como quiser!Tchau Senhor Karlyson&lt;br /&gt; As garotas a esperavam na esquina, Liss caminhava olhando para trás, ela estava preocupada, sim estava, e surgia uma grande dúvida, quem seria a tal mulher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Continua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-5900344350981805256?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5900344350981805256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=5900344350981805256&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/5900344350981805256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/5900344350981805256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/10/quebrando-as-correntes.html' title='Quebrando as Correntes'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TLUR9KqgWZI/AAAAAAAABGE/-bck7uwDTS0/s72-c/5af1f1232b36f369ca07f1445a938d8a-d2yu3mg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-5438454111169298491</id><published>2010-10-09T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T18:31:45.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Historias que eu contei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mensagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>Dia 12 de Outubro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TLEXGIfE8tI/AAAAAAAABGA/THzuK9K_X3c/s1600/0bf1433be52385760926ceaeaff62685-d2yu7v6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TLEXGIfE8tI/AAAAAAAABGA/THzuK9K_X3c/s320/0bf1433be52385760926ceaeaff62685-d2yu7v6.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ser criança para mim é a mais linda forma de ser...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É tentar achar um jeito para tudo, é procurar formas de descobrir o mundo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É acreditar que sou uma princesa, e que um&amp;nbsp;príncipe&amp;nbsp;encantado aparecerá.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É achar que eu sou uma&amp;nbsp;pesquisadora, e farei uma grande descoberta mexendo no quintal de casa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ser criança é se agradar ao receber qualquer presente, não ser tão exigente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É não se importar no que a sociedade diz ser importante, afinal pouco importa a sociedade, sou criança e quero apenas brincar...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ser criança é se preocupar apenas com o dever de casa, e temer apenas apanhar dos pais.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ser criança é ter um brilho no olhar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É esquecer a&amp;nbsp;malícia, os pecados&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Penso que, quando um adulto toma atitudes incertas, eles não devem ser chamados de crianças, não, não deve, ser criança não é um pecado, é uma dádiva.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Então quer um conselho? Seja uma criança, não se importe com o que os outros diga, vista sua fantasia e desfile com ela nas ruas, dê gargalhadas, compre doce, anseie pela sua festa de&amp;nbsp;aniversário, não se importe com regrinhas da sociedade, afinal ser criança é muito mais importante do que ser adulto, porque se ser adulto fosse bom, se teria o dia do adulto...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Então viva eternamente no seu mundo de criança!!&lt;/i&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/2617838016997422899-5438454111169298491?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TLEXGIfE8tI/AAAAAAAABGA/THzuK9K_X3c/s72-c/0bf1433be52385760926ceaeaff62685-d2yu7v6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-7681289450306177783</id><published>2010-10-02T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T12:48:43.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Historias que eu contei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mensagens'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TKeMgpdZ_cI/AAAAAAAABFg/_9N3rqOpIbs/s1600/___2_person____by_hayal25-d2yuk9a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TKeMgpdZ_cI/AAAAAAAABFg/_9N3rqOpIbs/s320/___2_person____by_hayal25-d2yuk9a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Quando vejo você, consigo esquecer tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Quando nós conversamos, espero um beijo seu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Quando sei que vou te ver, já perco o ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Meu inferno vira paraíso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Meu pesadelo vira sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Meu deserto, num imenso jardim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Como é bom estar com você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;É tão difícil perceber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Olhar pra você, eu vejo o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Te tocar, arrepio e desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Estar com você é mágico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Será que agora já ficou claro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Em meio a brigas, a gente se entende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Mesmo em sua ausência, está presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Agora já ficou claro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Eu preciso de você, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Eu só quero estar contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Deixar o medo para trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;e buscar a felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Sem se importar com o amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;e essa distancia que atormenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;São coisas que nos faz refletir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;em como é bom estarmos juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Não quero que o tempo pare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Quero que ele continue a passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Mas que ele deixe as coisas boas como você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Não posso dizer que te amarei para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Mas digo que vou te amar enquanto eu puder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;* A autora do blog&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://calucka.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://calucka.blogspot.com/ &lt;/a&gt;, se inspirou em um dos meus textos, confesso que fiquei honrada, e não pude deixar de publicar a modificação dela akii!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-7681289450306177783?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7681289450306177783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=7681289450306177783&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/7681289450306177783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/7681289450306177783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/10/amor-quando-vejo-voce-consigo-esquecer.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TKeMgpdZ_cI/AAAAAAAABFg/_9N3rqOpIbs/s72-c/___2_person____by_hayal25-d2yuk9a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-1331733197656698970</id><published>2010-09-30T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T18:22:34.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>Preciso me achar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TKU3aJfbUtI/AAAAAAAABFc/3GT33OvXVfM/s1600/Katerina_by_Mastowka.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TKU3aJfbUtI/AAAAAAAABFc/3GT33OvXVfM/s320/Katerina_by_Mastowka.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ando tão cansada, preciso parar um pouco sabe?! Tentar colocar a cabeça em ordem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu estou precisando de um tempo para mim, pensar só em mim, me encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Estou precisando saber reconhecer meus defeitos, e aprender a valorizar minhas qualidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Reencontrar minhas virtudes. Me encontro no meio de tantas pessoas, mas, me sinto tão sozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Preciso chorar, gritar mais alto, me expressar mais, é muito rancor guardado, é muita angustia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Eu preciso conseguir perdoar as pessoas, e parar de temer a traição. Já fui&amp;nbsp;traída&amp;nbsp;muitas vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Gostaria de aprender a confiar mais, mas precisaria encontrar alguém em quem confiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Preciso desabafar! Preciso de compreensão, preciso encontrar meu tempo, meu espaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Tenho dormido tanto, mas não tenho&amp;nbsp;descansado, e não consigo dizer o que é!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ás vezes me sinto infantil demais, me sinto, fora desse mundo,&amp;nbsp;excluída&amp;nbsp;sabe?! Me sinto, sem valor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Não sei, talvez seja um vazio aqui dentro, é, deve ser... Mas eu não encontro forma alguma de preenche-lo...&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/2617838016997422899-1331733197656698970?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1331733197656698970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=1331733197656698970&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/1331733197656698970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/1331733197656698970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/09/preciso-me-achar.html' title='Preciso me achar'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TKU3aJfbUtI/AAAAAAAABFc/3GT33OvXVfM/s72-c/Katerina_by_Mastowka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-3676613264613153743</id><published>2010-09-23T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T18:12:05.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>Que lindo é ver teu sorriso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TJv62e4kJjI/AAAAAAAABFE/c0jNmljaapk/s1600/DSC01376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TJv62e4kJjI/AAAAAAAABFE/c0jNmljaapk/s320/DSC01376.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Me encanta olhar em seus olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Incontrolável&amp;nbsp;é meus sentimentos por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Quando te vejo sorrindo, meu mundo se torna paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Ver você ao meu lado, me passa segurança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Minha vida se resume em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Sentir teu calor, seu cheiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Sentir seu abraço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Ah... É algo&amp;nbsp;inelutável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;É lindo ver o teu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Que maravilhoso é saber que você está ao meu lado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;TE AMO !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Para:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Otavio Cesar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-3676613264613153743?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3676613264613153743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=3676613264613153743&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/3676613264613153743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/3676613264613153743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/09/que-lindo-e-ver-teu-sorriso.html' title='Que lindo é ver teu sorriso'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TJv62e4kJjI/AAAAAAAABFE/c0jNmljaapk/s72-c/DSC01376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-5633965681997579618</id><published>2010-09-10T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T18:35:28.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alucinações-Quebrando as correntes-'/><title type='text'>Quebrando as Correntes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Capitulo 4 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;O garoto, o acidente, e a estranha mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TIrceAuAodI/AAAAAAAABEs/KoIceJ483iQ/s1600/Love_Trap_by_phatpuppy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TIrceAuAodI/AAAAAAAABEs/KoIceJ483iQ/s320/Love_Trap_by_phatpuppy.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Estava uma linda manhã, era Domingo, Liss e Junia tomavam seu café, quando ouviram uma batida na porta, a porta se abriu:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-Oi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-Olá! Você deve ser a terceira garota, não é?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-Sim, me chamo Jessiwin, mas podem me chamar de &amp;nbsp;Nissy, é meio complicado dizer meu verdadeiro nome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Risos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-Eu me chamo Liss, e essa é a Junia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-Prazer-&amp;nbsp;cumprimentou&amp;nbsp;Junia -Venha vou te mostrar o apartamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As três se sentaram na mesa, e tomaram seu café, e claro, colocaram todos os assuntos sobre a mesa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;E assim a manhã se passou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-Já são 13:00 hrs, onde iremos almoçar? - perguntou Junia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-Oras, vi um restaurante aqui perto, quando eu estava vindo para cá! - exclamou Nissy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;As garotas se arrumaram, e logo sairam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Almoçaram, conversaram, e foram andar pela cidade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-Aqui tudo é lindo! - disse Liss toda maravilhada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Som estrondoso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ocorre um acidente, as meninas olham para o lado, um carro atropela um garoto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-Meu Deus! - Nissy grita horrorizada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Liss anda calmamente, mas assustada, em direção ao acidente, algumas pessoas se juntam ao redor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ela olha fixamente para o garoto, Junia chega por trás dela:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-Liss, vamos embora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-Não - Liss interrompe ela - Esse garoto - silencio por alguns segundos - É ele, ele que estava ontem no quarto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-Por favor Liss, não brinque com isso, esse garoto acaba de morrer, anda vamos embora, ou ficará para trás!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Liss olha fixamente para o garoto, enquanto Junia e Nissy vão embora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Por um instante, susto, ela consegue ver o garoto olhando para ela, e erguendo sua mão, piscar de olhos, e o garoto está ali, morto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ao lado de Liss, aparece uma mulher, e a mesma fica a observando, quando Liss percebe, vira seu corpo em direção a ela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-Tome - a mulher a entregou um cartão - Talvez um dia você queira me procurar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Liss pegou o cartão, e o&amp;nbsp;leu&amp;nbsp;atentamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-Medium?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-Sim, quando quiser me procure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;A mulher se retira sem se despedir, Liss olha pensativa para o cartão, e após dar uma última olhada no acidente, ela vai ao encontro das meninas, que a esperam há duas quadras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-Eu sabia que vocês não iriam embora sem mim! - risos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-Quem era aquela mulher? O que ela lhe deu? - indaga Junia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-Não sei quem era ela, &amp;nbsp;deve ser uma louca! -Liss olha pensativa para o horizonte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;As garotas caminhavam&amp;nbsp;tranqüilamente, mas se percebia que Liss era a&amp;nbsp;unica&amp;nbsp;que se encontrava preocupada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-Amanhã iremos conhecer nossa nova escola! - Comemorou Nissy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-É estou&amp;nbsp;ansiosa, e você Liss? - disse Junia - Liss?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-Oi?! - Liss voltava ao assunto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-Você também está&amp;nbsp;ansiosa&amp;nbsp;por amanhã?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-O que tem amanhã?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-Conheceremos nossa nova escola!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;As continuaram sua conversa, caminhando e imaginando como talvez seria sua nova escola...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; Continua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-5633965681997579618?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5633965681997579618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=5633965681997579618&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/5633965681997579618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/5633965681997579618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/09/quebrando-as-correntes.html' title='Quebrando as Correntes'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TIrceAuAodI/AAAAAAAABEs/KoIceJ483iQ/s72-c/Love_Trap_by_phatpuppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-5757456143058874510</id><published>2010-09-04T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T19:56:51.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>Como seria minha vida sem você?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TIMG4zPC6cI/AAAAAAAABEo/CKpYp6bTmpQ/s1600/Desenchantee_by_Pischanskaya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TIMG4zPC6cI/AAAAAAAABEo/CKpYp6bTmpQ/s320/Desenchantee_by_Pischanskaya.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não poderia acreditar que isso passou em meus pensamentos...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acredite, lágrimas cairam de meus olhos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Só de imaginar...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sei se consigo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minha vida só existe se tiver você aqui comigo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Então por favor não vá embora&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu te amo muito&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E te amarei para sempre&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não posso imaginar novamente você longe de mim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Então fique aqui, fique aqui comigo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fica?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-5757456143058874510?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5757456143058874510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=5757456143058874510&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/5757456143058874510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/5757456143058874510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/09/como-seria-minha-vida-sem-voce.html' title='Como seria minha vida sem você?'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TIMG4zPC6cI/AAAAAAAABEo/CKpYp6bTmpQ/s72-c/Desenchantee_by_Pischanskaya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-3351988925810434978</id><published>2010-08-26T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T16:35:09.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mensagens'/><title type='text'>Frase</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fr" style="background-attachment: initial; 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padding-left: 5px;"&gt;Stephen King&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/THb5uQ9mIvI/AAAAAAAABEg/V-EO_p-f-5Q/s1600/9b50bb306598e2b9f04c6962eaad6786.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/THb5uQ9mIvI/AAAAAAAABEg/V-EO_p-f-5Q/s320/9b50bb306598e2b9f04c6962eaad6786.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-3351988925810434978?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3351988925810434978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=3351988925810434978&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/3351988925810434978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/3351988925810434978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/frase.html' title='Frase'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/THb5uQ9mIvI/AAAAAAAABEg/V-EO_p-f-5Q/s72-c/9b50bb306598e2b9f04c6962eaad6786.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-4271764715576448713</id><published>2010-08-21T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T18:15:10.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>Minha proteção</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/THB50jYkdkI/AAAAAAAABEU/7GxJ__n1ke4/s1600/ying_and_yang_by_Deepinswim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/THB50jYkdkI/AAAAAAAABEU/7GxJ__n1ke4/s320/ying_and_yang_by_Deepinswim.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Com você me sinto mais segura&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto como se o mundo não fosse mais perigoso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto que todas as feras foram amansadas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sabe, me abraça forte?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Assim posso sentir aquela paz percorrer dentro de mim...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando você mexe em meu cabelos, beija minha franja, sinto como...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto-me como se fosse para a vida toda...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Espero que seja&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quero essa força do meu lado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do meu lado esquerdo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu quero você, quero para a vida toda...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-4271764715576448713?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4271764715576448713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=4271764715576448713&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4271764715576448713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4271764715576448713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/minha-protecao.html' title='Minha proteção'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/THB50jYkdkI/AAAAAAAABEU/7GxJ__n1ke4/s72-c/ying_and_yang_by_Deepinswim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-2342158064020019813</id><published>2010-08-14T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T04:30:38.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seus olhos cor de mel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TGZ8tvptVrI/AAAAAAAABEQ/r8Cx7-e3OsE/s1600/9e2ce08c76931f6bc476553bfd104831.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TGZ8tvptVrI/AAAAAAAABEQ/r8Cx7-e3OsE/s320/9e2ce08c76931f6bc476553bfd104831.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Você vem chegando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;E essa sua maneira incrivel me domina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Meu corpo anseia o seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;A sua imagem não sai da minha cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Sua beleza alcança os mais belos montes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;O balancear de seus cabelos se suaviza como a neblina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Você é a mais perfeita obra-prima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Olhe para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Deixe-me ver mais um pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Esses seus olhos cor-de-mel....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;Tô um pouco sem inspiração, mas é porque estou trabalhando muito, então ando cansada, mas espero que um dia eu consiga descansar, e quem sabe a inspiração voltar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-2342158064020019813?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2342158064020019813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=2342158064020019813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/2342158064020019813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/2342158064020019813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/seus-olhos-cor-de-mel.html' title='Seus olhos cor de mel'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TGZ8tvptVrI/AAAAAAAABEQ/r8Cx7-e3OsE/s72-c/9e2ce08c76931f6bc476553bfd104831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-992417818581722220</id><published>2010-08-05T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T17:01:42.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>Nova geração de Mulheres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/217/1/0/the_return_to_oz____by_micmojo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/217/1/0/the_return_to_oz____by_micmojo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A tal da &lt;b&gt;armadilha&lt;/b&gt; terminou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A grande feiticeira&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;desencantou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Badalou&lt;/b&gt; meia - noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Cinderela perdeu o&lt;b&gt; salto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E a tal da Branca de &lt;b&gt;Neve&lt;/b&gt; está com calor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Correu-se &lt;b&gt;campos&lt;/b&gt; e montanhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acordou-se&lt;/b&gt; quem adormecia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora &lt;b&gt;Rapunzel&lt;/b&gt; não usa cabelos longos, ela se acha mais mulher com os &lt;b&gt;curtos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O toque &lt;b&gt;menina&lt;/b&gt; meiga acabou, usamos agora batom &lt;b&gt;vermelho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para quê &lt;b&gt;longos&lt;/b&gt; vestidos de baile se gostamos do &lt;b&gt;casual&lt;/b&gt; sensual?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;São &lt;b&gt;outros&lt;/b&gt; rostos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outros &lt;b&gt;corpos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o mesmo&lt;b&gt; valor&lt;/b&gt;, o mesmo poder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não &lt;b&gt;pise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Observe&lt;/b&gt; bem, esteja atento, elas &lt;b&gt;mudam&lt;/b&gt; em segundos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Transformam-se em&lt;b&gt; feras&lt;/b&gt;, princesas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E &lt;b&gt;cuidado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Elas sabem &lt;b&gt;jogar&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-992417818581722220?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/992417818581722220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=992417818581722220&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/992417818581722220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/992417818581722220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/nova-geracao-de-mulheres.html' title='Nova geração de Mulheres'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-8489447335036030338</id><published>2010-08-03T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T09:33:56.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>Parabéns pra mim!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.belasmensagens.com.br/gifs/imagens/aniversario/08.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.belasmensagens.com.br/gifs/imagens/aniversario/08.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;03/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Hoje é meu Aniversário, então&amp;nbsp;parabéns&amp;nbsp;pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Dizem que faço hoje &lt;i&gt;16&lt;/i&gt; anos, mas na verdade eu parei nos &lt;i&gt;12&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;eu faço só aniversário, mas ficar velha eu não fico mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;ahuahuahua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Quem me dera néh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;bjks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-8489447335036030338?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8489447335036030338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=8489447335036030338&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/8489447335036030338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/8489447335036030338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/parabens-pra-mim.html' title='Parabéns pra mim!!!'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-7568814222769772013</id><published>2010-08-01T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T14:49:35.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>A Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TFXruTseNFI/AAAAAAAABEE/LgVKd5PvidE/s1600/strangers_in_love_by_getia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TFXruTseNFI/AAAAAAAABEE/LgVKd5PvidE/s320/strangers_in_love_by_getia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Amor, obrigada por todos os momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Obrigada por me fazer feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Obrigada por me trazer momentos inesqueciveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Obrigada por fazer eu me sentir a mulher mais linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Obrigada por me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Amor obrigada por fazer parte da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Obrigada por ser meu homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;E me fazer sua mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Te amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-7568814222769772013?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7568814222769772013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=7568814222769772013&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/7568814222769772013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/7568814222769772013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/08/voce.html' title='A Você'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TFXruTseNFI/AAAAAAAABEE/LgVKd5PvidE/s72-c/strangers_in_love_by_getia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-7703994692751435759</id><published>2010-07-30T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T12:35:53.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>Por ai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/211/1/0/start_II_by_nurtanrioven.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/211/1/0/start_II_by_nurtanrioven.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ah meu amados...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dei uma &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;sumidinha&lt;/span&gt;, e infelizmente vou continuar assim...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estou trabalhando, então ando sem tempo...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas espero voltar a ativa o mais rápido possivel!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;E então voltarei com a história, os textos, e a comentar nos blogs!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beijos e me desejem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Boa Sorte&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-7703994692751435759?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7703994692751435759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=7703994692751435759&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/7703994692751435759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/7703994692751435759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/por-ai.html' title='Por ai!'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-3975635881563823688</id><published>2010-07-20T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T16:22:45.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alucinações-Quebrando as correntes-'/><title type='text'>Quebrando as correntes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Capitulo 3 - &lt;b&gt;Estranhos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TEYvnqg_aRI/AAAAAAAABEA/2oorSskQneQ/s1600/e9b7ccd22a1355fce1c390d7b3679391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TEYvnqg_aRI/AAAAAAAABEA/2oorSskQneQ/s1600/e9b7ccd22a1355fce1c390d7b3679391.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;Estava Liss diante de toda aquela beleza, na janela, no alto do predio, visualizando aquela imensa cidade, Bruxelas.&lt;div&gt;-Isso aqui é lindo! - Ela se impressionava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouvia se agora um barulho na porta, era sua mais nova colega chegando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Olá! &amp;nbsp;- abriu se um &amp;nbsp;sorriso - Sou Junia e você?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Liss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Bom, somos colegas de estudos não é?! - A garota tentava puxar assunto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Sim! Ponha suas coisas no quarto, venha ver a janela depois, é lindo! - Liss dizia olhando as luzes se acenderem lá fora - E a Nissy? Ela virá hoje também?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ainda não sei, conversei com ela apenas uma vez, e nós não conversamos muito, aqui, onde está o telefone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Nossa, eu esqueci, tenho que ligar para minha avó! - alertou-se Liss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Risos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Temos que ligar para nossas avós, mas pode ligar primeiro! - Junia tentava simpatizar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Telefonemas, risos, um pouco de choro, e logo depois as duas estavam sentadas no sofá olhando uma para a outra, bom, chegou a hora de se conhecerem melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Então, tenho dois irmãos, uma prima apenas, e três tios que não largam do meu pé!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-E seus pais? - o indagou Liss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Meus pais - olhos baixos- Eu não sei deles, eles sumiram faz 6 anos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Sinto muito, mas também não tenho pais, minha mãe morreu eu tinha apenas 4 anos, e já meu pai, eu nunca o conheci!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Você não sabe nada sobre seu pai? - entristeceu Junia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Sei apenas que ele e minha mãe se conheceram aqui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Talvez ele ainda esteja aqui! - torceu a nova amiga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Pouco provavel! Mas mudando de assunto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ali foi, risos, casos contados, fofocas levadas,e ali selava uma nova amizade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Temos que ir dormir Liss, amanhã o dia será cheio, temos que conhecer nossa nova escola!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Sim, pode ir, vou só dar uma última visualizada nessa janela. - acompanhava um sorriso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Você gostou da vista!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Amei! Me dá uma sensação de liberdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Junia caminhava em direção aos aposentos, enquanto Liss, sentada na sacada,&amp;nbsp;visualizava, apenas visualizava, não conseguia pensar em nada, apenas observava aquelas pessoas caminhando lá em baixo, aqueles pequenos projetos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pausa, um olhar para cima, a luz da janela do predio em frente se acendia, podia se ver uma imagem lá, o predio estava bem perto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era um garoto, um menino, deveria de ter alguns 10 anos, ele sorria e&amp;nbsp;acenava, em algum momento de tentar ser um pouquinho simpatica ela sorriu, e levantou a mão, apenas levantou, logo abaixou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele olhou para trás, e &amp;nbsp;olhou para ela&amp;nbsp;novamente, seu rosto estava diferente, ele estava assustado, e começou a gritar, sua boca se abria de uma forma que ser-humano algum conseguiria abrir, ela se assustou, se levantou e ficou a olhar o menino, que começou a criar uma forma inexplicavel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que seria aquilo? Liss se sentia agora como se sentiu no seu quarto , sentiu um frio a percorrer, sentiu um medo, algo doía dentro de si, olhou para baixo, e quando voltou seus olhos para cima, o garoto não estava lá, nem havia uma luz acessa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Estranho - ela sussurrou, fechou a janela, e foi dormir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;2 Horas da Manhã...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Não é hora de me acordar Junia, ainda é noite, me deixa - dizia Liss ainda de olhos fechados, remexendo em sua cama - Pare Junia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhos se abriam, seu cobertor não estava ali, um olhar rapido para o chão, lá estava suas roupas todas jogadas,e seu cobertor debaixo delas, Junia dormia em sua cama, então uma duvida, e um medo forte, quem a tocara? Quem fez aquilo com suas roupas e cobertor? Ela tentava não pensar, seus pés, ela sentiu, alguém o tocara novamente. Ela levantou sua cabeça, seu corpo gelava. Gritos. Aquele menino estava ali, olhando para ela, ele gargalhava, ela chorava. Um grito aterrorizante, e Junia ascendia as luzes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-O que foi? Pelo amor de Deus! - Junia gritava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ele esta aqui? Onde está ele? Aquele menino?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Que menino? Não tem ninguém aqui meu bem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Tem sim! -ainda chorava Liss, quando ela olhou para o chão, Junia acompanhou seu olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Meu Deus, quem fez isso com suas roupas? Você?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Não foi o menino!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Meu bem, você teve um pesadelo, você deve ser&amp;nbsp;sonâmbula&amp;nbsp;e fez isso, façamos o seguinte, durma comigo na minha cama, deite lá, vou buscar um copo de agua pra você!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liss sabia que Junia não iria compreende-la, ela sabia que tudo aquilo não era um pesadelo, ela podia sentir sim o menino, ela correu e deitou na cama de junia, passou se alguns segundos e junia estava lá com um copo de chá:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Tome, irá te acalmar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liss sinalizou com a cabeça e tomou o chá, passou-se alguns minutos e elas conseguiram&amp;nbsp;dormir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Deve ser o&amp;nbsp;cansaço&amp;nbsp;da viajem! - pensou Junia consigo mesma, isso para não imaginar que sua amiga poderia ser uma louca!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Continua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;*Queridos leitores, desculpa pela demora na publicação do 3º Capitulo, é porque eu estava sem ideia para continuar a historia...Mas minha imaginação já voltou a normal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;bjs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-3975635881563823688?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3975635881563823688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=3975635881563823688&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/3975635881563823688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/3975635881563823688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/quebrando-as-correntes.html' title='Quebrando as correntes'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TEYvnqg_aRI/AAAAAAAABEA/2oorSskQneQ/s72-c/e9b7ccd22a1355fce1c390d7b3679391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-4011137716157060277</id><published>2010-07-18T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T15:25:12.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TEN-mP4ZFAI/AAAAAAAABD8/hNJ2cCPBXXI/s1600/sunset_by_andygoth666.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TEN-mP4ZFAI/AAAAAAAABD8/hNJ2cCPBXXI/s320/sunset_by_andygoth666.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acordei pensando em você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meu coração está tão apertado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Faz tanto tempo que não o vejo...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E eu preciso tanto de você aqui&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Preciso sentir teu abraço&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentir teu cheiro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Te tocar...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah meu amor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minha alma chora&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meu coração, já não esta aguentando, ele esta desmoronando&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você é minha fortaleza&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Preciso de você aqui ao meu lado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuidando de mim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você me repassa proteção&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amor, te amo tanto...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Preciso tanto de você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vem pra mim, vem?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-4011137716157060277?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4011137716157060277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=4011137716157060277&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4011137716157060277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4011137716157060277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/voce.html' title='Você'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TEN-mP4ZFAI/AAAAAAAABD8/hNJ2cCPBXXI/s72-c/sunset_by_andygoth666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-4986146690405541095</id><published>2010-07-16T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T13:36:59.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TEIUWlVmLKI/AAAAAAAABD4/kkBQ6gJpgNQ/s1600/Darling_by_NoirAngel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TEIUWlVmLKI/AAAAAAAABD4/kkBQ6gJpgNQ/s1600/Darling_by_NoirAngel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei! Você ja perguntou pra ela?&lt;br /&gt;Já procurou saber se ela está bem assim?&lt;br /&gt;Ontem eu a vi, e ela não parecia legal.&lt;br /&gt;Você já perguntou como está o coração dela?&lt;br /&gt;Ou será que você não se importa?&lt;br /&gt;Psiu! Nem todo mundo tem que viver da sua maneira nao meu bem.&lt;br /&gt;A vida pelo que eu bem me lembre, é dela, e não sua.&lt;br /&gt;Então porque insistes?&lt;br /&gt;Você acha que será melhor assim, mas e ai? O que ela acha?&lt;br /&gt;Você teve cara o suficiente para pergunta-la?&lt;br /&gt;Acho que não...&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, ontem eu vi ela chorar...É eu vi sim!&lt;br /&gt;E vou te contar, o coração dela está sangrando, está muito machucado...&lt;br /&gt;Mas você ainda insiste ne?!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo bem, você é maior que nós, temos que nos render a você...&lt;br /&gt;Mas já que você diz ama-la tanto, procure ao menos saber como realmente está o coração dela...&lt;br /&gt;Não tire suas&amp;nbsp;próprias&amp;nbsp;conclusões!&lt;br /&gt;Pergunte a ela, pelo menos uma vez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-4986146690405541095?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4986146690405541095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=4986146690405541095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4986146690405541095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4986146690405541095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/ei-voce-ja-perguntou-pra-ela-ja.html' title='...'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TEIUWlVmLKI/AAAAAAAABD4/kkBQ6gJpgNQ/s72-c/Darling_by_NoirAngel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-6372742784035603667</id><published>2010-07-13T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T09:23:12.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>Ei, me leva pra outro mundo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TDySJpkhQ1I/AAAAAAAABD0/VG6z-ukAusY/s1600/FEAR_by_castration.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TDySJpkhQ1I/AAAAAAAABD0/VG6z-ukAusY/s320/FEAR_by_castration.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando será que tudo isso vai &lt;b&gt;passar&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estou &lt;b&gt;cansada&lt;/b&gt; de ser controlada por esse &lt;b&gt;sistema&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eles &lt;b&gt;decidem&lt;/b&gt; o que devo pensar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dizem o que meu &lt;b&gt;coração&lt;/b&gt; está sentindo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sabem que me &lt;b&gt;controlam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não me &lt;b&gt;deixam&lt;/b&gt; viver&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sabe, me &lt;b&gt;sint&lt;/b&gt;o&amp;nbsp;pressionada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estão me&lt;b&gt; afundando&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não vejo &lt;b&gt;razão&lt;/b&gt; a vida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não enquanto esse sistema me &lt;b&gt;controlar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É &lt;b&gt;tanta&lt;/b&gt; coisa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;São tantas &lt;b&gt;pessoas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eles&lt;b&gt; decidem &lt;/b&gt;quem devo servir, quem devo&lt;b&gt; amar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eles&lt;/b&gt; decidem quem eu &lt;b&gt;devo&lt;/b&gt; ser&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É um&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;incontrolável&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;sistema onde eu moro, sistema que me &lt;b&gt;controla&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-6372742784035603667?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6372742784035603667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=6372742784035603667&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/6372742784035603667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/6372742784035603667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/ei-me-leva-pra-outro-mundo.html' title='Ei, me leva pra outro mundo?'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TDySJpkhQ1I/AAAAAAAABD0/VG6z-ukAusY/s72-c/FEAR_by_castration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-236841859170420358</id><published>2010-07-11T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T11:04:16.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mensagens'/><title type='text'>Sociedade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TDoHmh6yc2I/AAAAAAAABBU/D5ID7b7E2l4/s1600/She_thought_of_the_old_days_by_theflickerees.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TDoHmh6yc2I/AAAAAAAABBU/D5ID7b7E2l4/s1600/She_thought_of_the_old_days_by_theflickerees.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Viver em sociedade é um desafio porque às vezes ficamos presos a determinadas normas que nos obrigam a seguir regras limitadoras do nosso ser ou do nosso não-ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Quero dizer com isso que nós temos, no mínimo, duas personalidades: a objetiva, que todos ao nosso redor conhece; e a subjetiva... Em alguns momentos, esta se mostra tão misteriosa que se perguntarmos - Quem somos? Não saberemos dizer ao certo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Agora de uma coisa eu tenho certeza: sempre devemos ser autênticos, as pessoas precisam nos aceitar pelo que somos e não pelo que parecemos ser... Aqui reside o eterno conflito da aparência x essência. E você... O que pensa disso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Que desafio, hein?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;"... Nunca sofra por não ser uma coisa ou por sê-la..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Clarice Lispector(Perto do Coração Selvagem - p.55)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/2617838016997422899-236841859170420358?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/236841859170420358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=236841859170420358&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/236841859170420358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/236841859170420358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/sociedade.html' title='Sociedade'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TDoHmh6yc2I/AAAAAAAABBU/D5ID7b7E2l4/s72-c/She_thought_of_the_old_days_by_theflickerees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-6856862964044017926</id><published>2010-07-08T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T19:23:17.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>Vá lá querida, sonhe de novo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TDaHyWkfGjI/AAAAAAAABBQ/bNIaVs-2_dc/s1600/Sunday_Afternoon_by_lady_morphine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TDaHyWkfGjI/AAAAAAAABBQ/bNIaVs-2_dc/s320/Sunday_Afternoon_by_lady_morphine.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Comece do zero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;A vida jamais termina aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;O mundo gira meu bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ninguém nesse mundo merece suas lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Por isso sonhe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Viva, sinta a o vento em seu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Se olhe no espelho e veja o seu valor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Respire fundo, você não é melhor do que ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mas também não se rebaixe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Vá além&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Vá, corra no campo, grite no alto da cidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Viva meu bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Vá lá querida, esqueça tudo, sonhe de novo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-6856862964044017926?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6856862964044017926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=6856862964044017926&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/6856862964044017926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/6856862964044017926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/va-la-querida-sonhe-de-novo.html' title='Vá lá querida, sonhe de novo!'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TDaHyWkfGjI/AAAAAAAABBQ/bNIaVs-2_dc/s72-c/Sunday_Afternoon_by_lady_morphine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-8715545401725758430</id><published>2010-07-05T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:57:50.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Historias que eu contei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concurso'/><title type='text'>Despedida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TDIqfG19cBI/AAAAAAAABBM/FwDHgbNsrP4/s1600/words_and_losts_by_Miss_Nefer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TDIqfG19cBI/AAAAAAAABBM/FwDHgbNsrP4/s320/words_and_losts_by_Miss_Nefer.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mãe, Pai, Em toda a minha vida aprendi que nem tudo é fácil, existem momentos em nossas vidas que não podemos deixar passar, são chances únicas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ontem à noite, eu tomei uma atitude, atitude pela qual eu pensei muito durante toda essa semana. Lembra que todas as vezes que eu chegava até vocês tentando compartilhar meus sonhos e vocês me ignoravam? Vocês sempre diziam que eu não era capaz!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por isso desisti de compartilhar meus sentimentos a vocês, não sei se vocês notaram, mas, durante toda essa semana eu tenho estado triste, pois certa decisão vem me afligindo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Antes de qualquer coisa, só quero dizer que, eu amo vocês, e só escrevi essa carta como despedida, porque eu não teria a coragem de deixar vocês dizendo tudo isso cara a cara, olhando dentro de seus olhos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas eu verdadeiramente preciso ir, neste momento, eu já devo estar dentro do avião, vou para outro país, encontrei um ótimo emprego, já aluguei uma casa, não é igual a nossa, mas ela é confortável, se é que vocês se importam!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E eu estou bem, espero resolver minha vida, e outra coisa, na parte de trás desse papel existe um e-mail, caso vocês queiram me escrever algo, e, por favor, não me peçam para voltar, preciso viver lá fora, conhecer o mundo, e viver perto de pessoas que me escutem um pouco, quem sabe lá eu não consiga um amor de verdade?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E outra, mandem, por favor, um beijo para a Christine, e digam ao Henrique que eu sempre o amei, ele é o amor da minha vida, mas ele nunca enxergou isso, e agora já é tarde.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É melhor eu parar por aqui, pois se não minhas lagrimas molharão toda esta carta.                                                                     E mãe, pai, jamais duvide, eu amo muito vocês!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;                                                                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;Beijos de sua filha,                                                                                                                                                                                                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;                                                                                                                                  Verônica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;* Escrevi essa carta para o Concurso do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloinques.blogspot.com/2010/07/edicoes-da-semana-0307-0907_03.html#comments"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Projeto Bloínquês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;, meus leitores, essa é uma carta fictícia...rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;bjs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-8715545401725758430?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8715545401725758430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=8715545401725758430&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/8715545401725758430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/8715545401725758430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/despedida.html' title='Despedida'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TDIqfG19cBI/AAAAAAAABBM/FwDHgbNsrP4/s72-c/words_and_losts_by_Miss_Nefer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-8469523696449937227</id><published>2010-07-04T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T07:20:49.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>Estou aprendendo a viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TDCYGUQ7COI/AAAAAAAABBI/2VDNJtZZPPg/s1600/draw_deep_breath_by_suicide_bee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TDCYGUQ7COI/AAAAAAAABBI/2VDNJtZZPPg/s400/draw_deep_breath_by_suicide_bee.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Estou&lt;b&gt; relutando&lt;/b&gt; contra os meus&lt;b&gt; medos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Deixando &lt;b&gt;minhas&lt;/b&gt; vontades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Estou &lt;b&gt;aprendendo&lt;/b&gt; a viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Nada é tão&lt;b&gt; fácil&lt;/b&gt; eu sei, agora consigo enxergar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Muitos não me deixam sonhar,&lt;b&gt; insistem&lt;/b&gt; em não me deixar iludir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Mas eu &lt;b&gt;estou&lt;/b&gt; aprendendo ainda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Sei que estou &lt;b&gt;errando&lt;/b&gt;, sei que vou errar mais vezes também...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Mas &lt;b&gt;deixe-me&lt;/b&gt; errar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nem&lt;/b&gt; sempre vou acertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Tenho que aprender a me virar &lt;b&gt;sozinha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Estou &lt;b&gt;cansada &lt;/b&gt;de ficar aqui presa por causa desse medo infantil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Preciso viver, &lt;b&gt;conhecer&lt;/b&gt; o mundo la fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Eu sei que vou &lt;b&gt;sofrer&lt;/b&gt;, mas também sei que no final de cada &lt;b&gt;momento&lt;/b&gt; arrancarei um sorriso de meus&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;lábios...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Então &lt;b&gt;deixe&lt;/b&gt; me viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E &lt;/b&gt;eu sei, eu estou aprendendo &lt;b&gt;ainda&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-8469523696449937227?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TDCYGUQ7COI/AAAAAAAABBI/2VDNJtZZPPg/s72-c/draw_deep_breath_by_suicide_bee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-4540069664802934284</id><published>2010-07-01T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:43:44.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>Não existirá fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCzng9xFicI/AAAAAAAAA_M/15byG6gRcuM/s1600/We_Forget_To_Remember___by_Khomenko.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCzng9xFicI/AAAAAAAAA_M/15byG6gRcuM/s320/We_Forget_To_Remember___by_Khomenko.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Ainda que tudo se acabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Ainda que o sol se ponha eternamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;E que a chuva la fora não cesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Ainda que os jardins percam seu perfume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Por mais que todas as crianças percam o brilho dos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Por mais que meus amigos vá embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Ainda que eu tenha todos os meus sonhos fracassados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Pode até ser que eu me perca nessa estrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Ainda, que todos me julguem por amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Eu estarei sempre aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Segurarei suas mãos até o fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;E se anjos de toda a terra vierem lhe assombrar, te protegerei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Gritarei contra seus medos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Chorarei com você, e após isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Enxugarei suas lágrimas com um beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;E mesmo que a última música pare de tocar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Continuarei a cantar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;       Para : Otavio Cesar&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/2617838016997422899-4540069664802934284?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4540069664802934284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=4540069664802934284&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4540069664802934284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4540069664802934284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/07/nao-existira-fim.html' title='Não existirá fim'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCzng9xFicI/AAAAAAAAA_M/15byG6gRcuM/s72-c/We_Forget_To_Remember___by_Khomenko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-2154169894780187360</id><published>2010-06-28T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T16:10:52.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>Melancolia do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCkrgR7BTtI/AAAAAAAAA_E/_4pMDOkBJbA/s1600/Veritas_by_complejo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCkrgR7BTtI/AAAAAAAAA_E/_4pMDOkBJbA/s320/Veritas_by_complejo.jpg" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Enamorados de plantão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Grandes apaixonados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Alguns desalmados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Outros com a alma inspirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;O coração que canta a poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Irônicos&amp;nbsp;no sabor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Alguns sofrem a eterna dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;De não &amp;nbsp;ter seu grande amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Pobres são aqueles que não ouviu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;O falar do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Na melancolia do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Que nos faz se perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Se perder em um paraiso pelo qual se sairmos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Choramos por toda uma vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Afinal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;O amor é uma melancolia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-2154169894780187360?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2154169894780187360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=2154169894780187360&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/2154169894780187360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/2154169894780187360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/06/melancolia-do-amor.html' title='Melancolia do amor'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCkrgR7BTtI/AAAAAAAAA_E/_4pMDOkBJbA/s72-c/Veritas_by_complejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-702544979537181474</id><published>2010-06-26T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T09:09:58.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>Uma estrada, nessa longa caminhada chamada Vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYmFEkL4OI/AAAAAAAAA-c/He6swsiDpg4/s1600/cosmos_by_RobbyP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYmFEkL4OI/AAAAAAAAA-c/He6swsiDpg4/s320/cosmos_by_RobbyP.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9c9c9c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;Há mais um sol pra se seguir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9c9c9c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;Eu sei que há!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9c9c9c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;Agora eu continuo a caminhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9c9c9c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;Sozinha nessa estrada estou, enquanto caminho conto as estrelas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9c9c9c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;Elas me dão forças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9c9c9c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;Mas no começo dessa estrada perdi algo precioso, quebrei meu coração, e perdi quem eu realmente era...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9c9c9c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;Era mais do que a razão e a força da emoção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9c9c9c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;Era Eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9c9c9c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;Era Eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9c9c9c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;Que você levou, sem pedir perdão... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/2617838016997422899-702544979537181474?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/702544979537181474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=702544979537181474&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/702544979537181474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/702544979537181474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/06/uma-estrada-nessa-longa-caminhada.html' title='Uma estrada, nessa longa caminhada chamada Vida!'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYmFEkL4OI/AAAAAAAAA-c/He6swsiDpg4/s72-c/cosmos_by_RobbyP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-5335527087601435007</id><published>2010-06-21T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T16:07:31.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mensagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>Paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TB_vLP5UhBI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/zP4LxOijjvc/s1600/OgAAAEJvNME0UOf22RjICP1o8DUBbJxb-aLbJOyC0mVUPaTxyfSL2U8QnW6JlfmObGrZlDecQcKA10sUpNxAcjA46pAAm1T1UJ94IDIrZDxJOsK6Fh7s1cNCdl6F.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TB_vLP5UhBI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/zP4LxOijjvc/s320/OgAAAEJvNME0UOf22RjICP1o8DUBbJxb-aLbJOyC0mVUPaTxyfSL2U8QnW6JlfmObGrZlDecQcKA10sUpNxAcjA46pAAm1T1UJ94IDIrZDxJOsK6Fh7s1cNCdl6F.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Poderia por favor se levantar e pedir um pouco de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Paz&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Trocar armas por flores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Poderia por favor ter um pouco mais de paciência?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Um pouco mais de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;por favor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-5335527087601435007?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5335527087601435007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=5335527087601435007&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/5335527087601435007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/5335527087601435007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/06/paz.html' title='Paz'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TB_vLP5UhBI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/zP4LxOijjvc/s72-c/OgAAAEJvNME0UOf22RjICP1o8DUBbJxb-aLbJOyC0mVUPaTxyfSL2U8QnW6JlfmObGrZlDecQcKA10sUpNxAcjA46pAAm1T1UJ94IDIrZDxJOsK6Fh7s1cNCdl6F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-6309286679392775177</id><published>2010-06-20T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T09:03:31.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relembrando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversário do blog'/><title type='text'>Algo assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TB47Zin8NUI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/K1l0Hw3eqhY/s1600/d02e76531fdb53efd182f401639443c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TB47Zin8NUI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/K1l0Hw3eqhY/s400/d02e76531fdb53efd182f401639443c2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484886706160940354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;           Meu sonho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Quando vejo você, consigo esquecer tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Quando nós conversamos, espero um beijo seu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Quando sei que vou te ver, começo a sonhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Meu inferno vira paraiso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Meu pesadelo vira sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Meu deserto, num imenso jardim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Simplesmente amo você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;É tão difícil entender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Olhar pra você, faz das minhas palavras vento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Te tocar, faz das minhas atitudes um sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Mas você ainda tem a certeza de que eu não te amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Será que eu não amo mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                                                                        &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Escrita em: 20/04/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-6309286679392775177?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6309286679392775177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=6309286679392775177&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/6309286679392775177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/6309286679392775177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/06/algo-assim.html' title='Algo assim...'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TB47Zin8NUI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/K1l0Hw3eqhY/s72-c/d02e76531fdb53efd182f401639443c2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-5149962134536635761</id><published>2010-06-16T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T17:21:43.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alucinações-Quebrando as correntes-'/><title type='text'>Quebrando as correntes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left;clear: both; "&gt;Capitulo 2 - Inicio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TBli1kvuajI/AAAAAAAAA-M/T9T4eKexvHA/s1600/As_if_you_understand____by_Queenenigma09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TBli1kvuajI/AAAAAAAAA-M/T9T4eKexvHA/s320/As_if_you_understand____by_Queenenigma09.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as malas estavam prontas, bolo na mesa, alguns parentes distantes na sala, Liss no alto da escada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela observava a todos, sentia-se como se estivesse abandonando ela mesma, todos os olhares estavam direcionados a ela, que descia as escada lentamente, contando os degraus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abraços, bem apertados por sinal, aquele nó na garganta, e a porta se abria, podia se ouvir o táxi buzinando la fora, e agora, o último abraço, o mais dolorido, o da avó.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Querida, vou sentir saudades sua, ligue sempre para essa sua velha (risos simplórios), e não se esqueça das fotos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fechar de olhos, um novo abraço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Claro vovó, vou ligar sempre para a senhora, mandarei fotos e presentes, e todos os feriados prolongados estarei aqui, você não perderá essa sua netinha tão cedo, pois eu te amo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coração gelava, foi impossível resistir, rios de lágrimas escorreram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vovó agora iria ficar na companhia dos tios avós de Liss, ou seja, sozinha, pois eles moram há alguns Quilômetros dali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A porta do carro já se abria quando Liss se lembrou da boneca, aquela que ganhara de sua mãe, naquele dia, que, prefiro nem lembrar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liss subiu as escadaria e chegando ao quarto após a última volta, um profundo suspiro, ali estava a boneca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Eu não poderia lhe esquecer querida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nesse momento algo percorre Liss, ela não sabia o que era, o tempo lá fora estava quente, mas Liss sentia um frio, algo a prendia naquele lugar, seus pés não se mexiam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suas mãos gelaram, suas pernas formigavam, um sopro veio por trás, ela olhara rapidamente, mas não havia nada ali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Querida você vai perder o vôo! - dizia sua vizinha a porta do quarto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-É tão estranho saber que irei sair deste lugar, abandona-lo, em toda minha vida vivi aqui! Minha mãe cresceu aqui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Eu sei querida, vi ela crescer, e também vi quando ela foi embora, na mesma idade que você, e voltou só quando se engravidou de você. A história está se repetindo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liss se virou, olhou nos olhos daquela senhora:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Está quase se repetindo, porquê eu não me engraviderei, e se isso acontecer não abandonarei minha filha, muitos menos com um suicidio, coisa covarde nao?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Não fale isso de sua mãe, ela a amava!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Eu também a amo, e sinto falta dela, mas eu não entendo o porquê desse suicídio...&lt;br /&gt;-Ninguém entende perfeitamente querida, todos nós sabemos que naquela carta estava escrito coisas loucas, que não faziam sentido, e do mesmo jeito a morte de sua mãe não faz sentido, mas isso não significa que ela não a ame!&lt;br /&gt;-Está bem, é melhor eu descer...&lt;br /&gt;Liss desceu as escadarias, mas aquela mulher não, ela ficou olhando fixamente para Liss, como se soubesse de toda a verdade, ela suspirou fundo e desceu lentamente as escadas.&lt;br /&gt;O taxi já partia, Liss estava indo embora, começaria ali uma nova vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;Terça- Feira, 15 de Junho de 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Querido Diario,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Uma nova vida começo agora, já estou a caminho da Europa, sim, estou no taxi, e estou muito anciosa, minhas mãos estão geladas, e isso, por sinal é estranho, começou de uma hora para outra, sinto uma coisa dentro de mim, o que será?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bom diario, acho melhor para por aqui, até porque escrever em um carro se locomovendo, é horrivel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; Beijos e até mais tarde. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:red;"&gt;                                               Continua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-5149962134536635761?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5149962134536635761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=5149962134536635761&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/5149962134536635761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/5149962134536635761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/06/quebrando-as-correntes_16.html' title='Quebrando as correntes'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TBli1kvuajI/AAAAAAAAA-M/T9T4eKexvHA/s72-c/As_if_you_understand____by_Queenenigma09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-3199287551798747943</id><published>2010-06-14T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:29:40.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relembrando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversário do blog'/><title type='text'>Menina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TBaRJc2PhDI/AAAAAAAAA-E/3RwEEbvigLs/s1600/747d55796ed46af3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TBaRJc2PhDI/AAAAAAAAA-E/3RwEEbvigLs/s400/747d55796ed46af3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482729187918709810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;De onde vem esse teu sorriso menina?&lt;br /&gt;Como podes tu sorrir?&lt;br /&gt;A vida não é fácil, o mundo chora&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza totalmente nos isola&lt;br /&gt;E você menina, vive a cantar!&lt;br /&gt;Como podes?&lt;br /&gt;Menina quão linda és!&lt;br /&gt;Teu sorriso se assemelha a suave brisa&lt;br /&gt;Teu olhar se assemelha a linda lua sobre o céu&lt;br /&gt;Teu canto ao som dos pássaros&lt;br /&gt;Tão lindo é ver você a correr sobre o lírio do vale&lt;br /&gt;Menina, de onde é que vem tanta beleza? e essa tal alegria?&lt;br /&gt;Menina, quão inocente és!&lt;br /&gt;Menina,Choro eu todas as noites...&lt;br /&gt;Menina continue assim não sofra&lt;br /&gt;Não se vá com a tristeza desse mundo&lt;br /&gt;Menina!Menina!Feche os olhos, tampe os ouvidos, não se deixe contaminar por essa tal dor...&lt;br /&gt;Vá! Corra, contagie o mundo com essa tua beleza, que só você tem...&lt;br /&gt;Menina...&lt;br /&gt;Por favor não sofra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;  *Essa é mais uma das minhas poesias antigas que eu disse que postaria, não é lá essas coisas, mas espero que gostem,rs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;bjs de chocolate :*&lt;/i&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/2617838016997422899-3199287551798747943?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3199287551798747943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=3199287551798747943&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/3199287551798747943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/3199287551798747943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/06/menina.html' title='Menina'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TBaRJc2PhDI/AAAAAAAAA-E/3RwEEbvigLs/s72-c/747d55796ed46af3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-9001540704938900820</id><published>2010-06-12T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T17:26:59.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>Tormentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TBQjnjyAAkI/AAAAAAAAA9M/fAsWoka4vdQ/s1600/25f24d31c1f99bb61145ae49ce670d76.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TBQjnjyAAkI/AAAAAAAAA9M/fAsWoka4vdQ/s320/25f24d31c1f99bb61145ae49ce670d76.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desculpe, preciso falar agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preciso gritar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isso ja esta rasgando minha garganta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu já não aguento mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preciso me soltar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Solte-me! Solte-me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por favor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu preciso gritar, preciso correr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou enlouquecendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minha cabeça esta girando, girando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acho q vou cair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora solte-me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preciso gritar! Preciso correr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preciso falar, pois minha garganta esta roendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esta se rasgando, como doi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero gritar! Preciso gritar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você está sentindo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estas vendo minha agonia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Consegue sentir a força?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me desculpe, mas eu preciso falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não posso me calar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou enlouquecendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora, por favor, Solte-me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-9001540704938900820?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/9001540704938900820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=9001540704938900820&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/9001540704938900820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/9001540704938900820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/06/tormentos.html' title='Tormentos'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TBQjnjyAAkI/AAAAAAAAA9M/fAsWoka4vdQ/s72-c/25f24d31c1f99bb61145ae49ce670d76.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-3348773410890199082</id><published>2010-06-10T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T18:26:03.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>Acabou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TBGQlQF3o1I/AAAAAAAAA9I/pRBoaDbGx2c/s1600/4cca758f8e3da3a4d26ba679ff3d9fc6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TBGQlQF3o1I/AAAAAAAAA9I/pRBoaDbGx2c/s320/4cca758f8e3da3a4d26ba679ff3d9fc6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora já é tarde&lt;br /&gt;Eu não volto atrás&lt;br /&gt;Esse caminho eu trilhei&lt;br /&gt;E não trilho mais&lt;br /&gt;Você deixou que seu orgulho acabasse com o nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Agora chegou a minha vez&lt;br /&gt;Vou mostrar que durante todo esse tempo eu te amei&lt;br /&gt;E amei de verdade, mas você nunca deu valor&lt;br /&gt;Agora que eu fui embora&lt;br /&gt;Fui buscar em outros braços aquilo que você não quis oferecer&lt;br /&gt;Você vem pedindo pra voltar?&lt;br /&gt;Não, eu não vou!&lt;br /&gt;Agora a orgulhosa aqui sou eu!&lt;br /&gt;Chegou a sua vez de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;E a minha de viver um verdadeiro amor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Acabou'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TBGQlQF3o1I/AAAAAAAAA9I/pRBoaDbGx2c/s72-c/4cca758f8e3da3a4d26ba679ff3d9fc6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-9207652188992856504</id><published>2010-06-06T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T10:00:56.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relembrando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversário do blog'/><title type='text'>Era um amor de verdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TAvSVjgTHlI/AAAAAAAAA9A/GDT3IFtWWmY/s1600/A_Dream_by_SpecialRose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TAvSVjgTHlI/AAAAAAAAA9A/GDT3IFtWWmY/s1600/A_Dream_by_SpecialRose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Dois pequenos corações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Separados pelo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Unidos por olhares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Entre os lábios entrelaçados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;de um desejo, um beijo apaixonado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Dois pequenos corações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;são toltamente diferentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Mas ambos carentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;O coração acelera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Os olhares se altera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Tudo por uma paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Os ignorantes não entendem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Porque isso é exatamente inexplicavel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Para os dois apaixonados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Lembro-me daquele mundo que nos uniu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;É diferente daquele que hoje nos separa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Somos unidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Mas estamos distantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Os passos nos separam dos olhares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;E as pessoas do nosso forte abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Uma paixão sufocante, enlouquecedora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Mas, uma que me disponho a viver, por você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;O mundo, aquele que construimos juntos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Caiu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Mas na força desse nosso amor, juntos iremos construi-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;E nos ligaremos sobre uma ponte, que estará por cima do vacuo dos ignorantes, que ensistem em nos separar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;HÓ! Meu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Te amo tanto!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; *Essa é uma das minhas poesias que eu disse que eu postaria, eu a escrevi quando lancei o blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Quando eu a escrevi passa por um dos momentos mais difíceis do meu coração, talvez o pior, sofri muito, eu achei que era para sempre, pois era uma paixão tão envolvente, mas como dizem: Nada é para sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; Mas esse é pra sempre sim, se faz um ano desde que não tenho mais nada com a tal pessoa, e mesmo assim a gente se gosta, não é mais aquela coisa como antes, é claro, mas sim a gente se gosta, basta ver em nossos olhares, pois eu sempre acreditei que "A chama de um verdadeiro amor jamais se apaga, apenas perde a força."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-9207652188992856504?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/9207652188992856504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=9207652188992856504&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/9207652188992856504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/9207652188992856504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/06/era-um-amor-de-verdade.html' title='Era um amor de verdade'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TAvSVjgTHlI/AAAAAAAAA9A/GDT3IFtWWmY/s72-c/A_Dream_by_SpecialRose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-1915936745996759246</id><published>2010-06-02T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T13:43:00.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alucinações-Quebrando as correntes-'/><title type='text'>Quebrando as correntes</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Capitulo 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TAbBPDlu7dI/AAAAAAAAA8c/DqGal98EwAs/s1600/Darling_Angel_by_LVAMPAR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TAbBPDlu7dI/AAAAAAAAA8c/DqGal98EwAs/s320/Darling_Angel_by_LVAMPAR.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;Quarta-Feira, 2 de Junho de 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;"Querido Diario,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt; Amanhã irei completar 16 anos, será um bom ano para mim, eu irei para Europa, vou estudar lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;Será só eu e mais duas amigas minhas, iremos morar em uma república, isso não é legal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;A minha avó está meio chateada, pois não quer me perder, sou a unica pessoa que ela tem, mas ela sabe que é o melhor para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;Hoje de manhã eu estava lendo a carta que minha mãe deixou para mim, e eu chorei novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;Semana passada fez 12 anos que ela morreu, sinto falta dela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;Mas agora não é hora para tristezas, certo? Amanhã é meu aniversário, e eu vou comemorar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;Espero que ela esteja feliz por mim, seja onde ela estiver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;                                     Beijos, amanhã a noite eu volto contando como tudo foi!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liss ainda não se acostumara muito com a ideia da perda de sua mãe, pois ela sabia que as coisas que sua mãe dizia em sua carta não era verdade, ela entendia que atrás daquelas palavras existia outra situação.&lt;br /&gt;Muita das vezes ela tentava ser forte, e não lembrar de sua mãe, pois ela tinha que cuidar de sua avó, que agora sofria de depressão, pois havia perdido tanto sua filha, quanto o seu marido, estava sem ninguém, só tinha ela: Liss.&lt;br /&gt;Liss sofria um pouco com isso, e pensava em talvez não ir para a Europa, mas não adiantava, o destino queria Liss lá, seria lá onde tudo aconteceria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Continua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-1915936745996759246?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1915936745996759246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=1915936745996759246&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/1915936745996759246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/1915936745996759246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/06/quebrando-as-correntes.html' title='Quebrando as correntes'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TAbBPDlu7dI/AAAAAAAAA8c/DqGal98EwAs/s72-c/Darling_Angel_by_LVAMPAR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-8303022863383459698</id><published>2010-05-31T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T13:00:21.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversário do blog'/><title type='text'>Um ano de Vida!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs48/f/2009/227/5/5/My_Happy_Birthaday_by_Mike_Astronaut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs48/f/2009/227/5/5/My_Happy_Birthaday_by_Mike_Astronaut.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:purple;"&gt;Nos mês de Junho o Blog "In My Life" comemora 1 aninho de vida, hê, não tenho dia especifico porque eu não sei -q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:purple;"&gt;E durante esse mês teremos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:blue;"&gt;Lançamento da nova história &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/search/label/Alucina%C3%A7%C3%B5es-Quebrando%20as%20correntes-"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:blue;"&gt;"Quebrando as Correntes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:blue;"&gt;Inicio -Como o blog "In My Life" começou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:blue;"&gt;Inicio² - Como comecei a escrever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:blue;"&gt;Minhas primeiras poesias (kk Vocês vão rir, eu já escrevi cada coisa!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:purple;"&gt;Acredito que seja só isso, num sei o que vai dar na minha cabeça durante esse mês, ainda mais que ela num é nem um pouco normal, poskposk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:purple;"&gt;Mas eu gostaria de agradecer a todos vocês que tem estado aqui junto comigo durante esse tempo, tem sido pacientes em ler meus desabafos, minhas histórias meio sem noção, minhas poesias meia boka. kkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:purple;"&gt;Muito obrigada a todos, por mais que eu não conheça exatamente vocês, saibam que eu os amo muito, principalmente os conselhos que vocês me dão, hahaha, e que muitos acham que não são uteis, pois é são mega uteis. Conto com vocês, e espero chegar muito mais do que um ano! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/090/8/3/The_spring_kiss_by_Ax_XXX.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/090/8/3/The_spring_kiss_by_Ax_XXX.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Parabens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:orange;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"In My Life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-8303022863383459698?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8303022863383459698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=8303022863383459698&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/8303022863383459698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/8303022863383459698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/05/um-ano-de-vida.html' title='Um ano de Vida!!!'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-6104131205003854371</id><published>2010-05-27T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:32:11.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>Um coração fechado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S_8OSpQHizI/AAAAAAAAA7o/XVV-ESXSF9s/s1600/rosenrot_by_WCS_Wildcat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S_8OSpQHizI/AAAAAAAAA7o/XVV-ESXSF9s/s320/rosenrot_by_WCS_Wildcat.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Desde aquele dia tenho tampado meus ouvidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Não quero mais ouvir meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Mas eu sei, é você quem eu realmente amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Eu olhava nos olhos dele, e enxergava a você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Hoje, quando eu te vi, lembra? Aquela hora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Meu coração disparou,&amp;nbsp;derepente&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;perdi a razão, resolvi agir pela emoção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;É você quem faz meu coração bater, enquanto ele apenas faz minha cabeça pensar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;-Eu fiz a escolha certa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Ele se encaixa no perfeito perfil social, e você se encaixa perfeitamente em meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Estou sem som agora, meus olhos não conseguem enxergar, estão chorando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Meu coração ainda esta acelerado, desde aquele momento, aquele momento onde vi você passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Estou triste, quero ficar com ele, mas meu coração pensa é em você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Já não sei o que fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Talvez devesse eu trancar meu coração, e permanecer na razão, essa sim pensa, essa sim sabe o que faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;E talvez essa me faça um dia feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-6104131205003854371?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6104131205003854371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=6104131205003854371&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/6104131205003854371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/6104131205003854371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/05/um-coracao-fechado.html' title='Um coração fechado'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S_8OSpQHizI/AAAAAAAAA7o/XVV-ESXSF9s/s72-c/rosenrot_by_WCS_Wildcat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-5388580454470017353</id><published>2010-05-26T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T19:52:53.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alucinações-Quebrando as correntes-'/><title type='text'>Preparados?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S_3c0llR9PI/AAAAAAAAA7k/7YD4udF9zXM/s1600/8quebrandocoo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S_3c0llR9PI/AAAAAAAAA7k/7YD4udF9zXM/s320/8quebrandocoo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;E começará a nova história:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;"Quebrando as correntes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;Depois de Sierra, a história continua, e ainda melhor (espero), a história terá sua continuação com Liss, que é filha de Sierra, a história sofrerá uma grande mudança, o que quebrará a corrente, pois tudo deveria acontecer de uma geração pulando para a segunda seguinte (lembra?Quem leu a historia), e tudo irá mudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;Liss passará por muitas coisas, e tudo começara na idade chave de sua&amp;nbsp;adolescência 16 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;Confira a história e saiba como tudo acabará, se será bem ou mal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; " Prepare-se para um novo tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O mundo é pequeno, o tempo está correndo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Cuidado! Você pode perder sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Existem pessoas que nao querem seu bem..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-5388580454470017353?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5388580454470017353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=5388580454470017353&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/5388580454470017353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/5388580454470017353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/05/preparados.html' title='Preparados?'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S_3c0llR9PI/AAAAAAAAA7k/7YD4udF9zXM/s72-c/8quebrandocoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-810849454635354296</id><published>2010-05-24T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T17:56:27.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>Incontrolável sistema</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S_sfvUcBcfI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/KePMx7kl2Mc/s1600/free_your_hate_by_TaxidermiedWolf.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S_sfvUcBcfI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/KePMx7kl2Mc/s1600/free_your_hate_by_TaxidermiedWolf.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Vejo minhas mãos presas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Meu sangue congela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Minha respiração fica ofegante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Eles estão vindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Posso ouvi-los&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Estou tremendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Perdendo meus sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Agora serei um deles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Terei meus olhos fechados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Minha boca não falará mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Minha opinião será um lixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Me transformarei em um sistema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Controlado por eles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Governo, sociedade, ética&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Terei minha cabeça transformada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Minha mente controlada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Estou perdendo meus sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Já não sou eu mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Agora me controlam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sou um deles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Eu já não vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Posso sentir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Saudades de mim...&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/2617838016997422899-810849454635354296?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/810849454635354296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=810849454635354296&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/810849454635354296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/810849454635354296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/05/incontrolavel-sistema.html' title='Incontrolável sistema'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S_sfvUcBcfI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/KePMx7kl2Mc/s72-c/free_your_hate_by_TaxidermiedWolf.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-3972930234193513902</id><published>2010-05-23T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T14:05:49.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mensagens'/><title type='text'>Apenas uma frase</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="   line-height: 19px;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:13px;color:#47f540;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S_mXeRiHCLI/AAAAAAAAA7I/Bix17Gi1aZE/s1600/gangster_by_MarioValencia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S_mXeRiHCLI/AAAAAAAAA7I/Bix17Gi1aZE/s320/gangster_by_MarioValencia.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Choramos ao nascer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;porque chegamos a este imenso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; cenário de dementes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;                             &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#274e13;"&gt;   - William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-3972930234193513902?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3972930234193513902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=3972930234193513902&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/3972930234193513902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/3972930234193513902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/05/apenas-uma-frase.html' title='Apenas uma frase'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S_mXeRiHCLI/AAAAAAAAA7I/Bix17Gi1aZE/s72-c/gangster_by_MarioValencia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-3555764262465209339</id><published>2010-05-21T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T17:14:58.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>Um bilhete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S_chfRnPvPI/AAAAAAAAA7E/JbwIQaGylvQ/s1600/Gangster_by_KNL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S_chfRnPvPI/AAAAAAAAA7E/JbwIQaGylvQ/s320/Gangster_by_KNL.jpg" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cresci subindo muros, roubando pão, fui criado em meio as drogas, ouvindo minha mãe gritando, me chamando por palavrões, desgraça era meu sobrenome.&lt;br /&gt;Desgraça é o mundo onde nasci!&lt;br /&gt;Sou ladrão, mato para sobreviver.&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria que fosse diferente, mas meu mundo é assim, vivo em um país onde quem governa nos ensina a roubar. Eu roubo com arma na mão e toca preta na cabeça, eles roubam de paletó e gravata, me chamam de bandido, e eles de&amp;nbsp;políticos.&lt;br /&gt;Vivo em uma sociedade "beleza", que aceita a corrupção, que vivem na corrupção, são corruptos e votam nos mesmos de sua laia. Chamam a policia para mim, mas não tem coragem de chamar o presidente, e pedi-lo um pão com manteiga para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Estou com fome...&lt;br /&gt;Vou pegar meu brinquedo de matar, com licença, agora eu vou roubar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-3555764262465209339?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3555764262465209339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=3555764262465209339&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/3555764262465209339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/3555764262465209339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/05/um-bilhete.html' title='Um bilhete'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S_chfRnPvPI/AAAAAAAAA7E/JbwIQaGylvQ/s72-c/Gangster_by_KNL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-4249140570249559669</id><published>2010-05-19T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T17:45:52.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Profundo pensar&quot;'/><title type='text'>"Poeta"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92NpfHtTxUU/S_MT-ECvQoI/AAAAAAAAASs/D8LJ7Y8afyA/s400/Poeta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92NpfHtTxUU/S_MT-ECvQoI/AAAAAAAAASs/D8LJ7Y8afyA/s400/Poeta.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; font-family:Georgia, Times, serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A alma chora lágrimas que não se enxergam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A alma chora, feridas que não sangram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A alma clama pelo sentimento que não se vê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A alma clama pelo alento que não se tem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A alma chama pelo amor que nunca vem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A razão grita pedindo para cessar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A razão grita mandando parar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A razão perde sempre querendo ganhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A esperança convida a razão para se calar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A esperança ajuda o coração a pulsar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A esperança cresce e fortifica a alma para ainda poder amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;As lágrimas que não rolam são mais demoradas a se secar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;As feridas que não sangram são mais difíceis de cicatrizar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O sentimento é mais difícil de compreender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O alento é mais árduo de se alcançar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O amor, verdadeiro amor é o mais difícil de encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O poeta nasce e morre para esta constante batalha retratar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Texto escrito por:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12408757882826216927"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Hamilton H. Kubo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Postado em seu blog: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://profundopensar.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Profundo pensar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;              &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Visitem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-4249140570249559669?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4249140570249559669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=4249140570249559669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4249140570249559669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4249140570249559669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/05/poeta.html' title='&quot;Poeta&quot;'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92NpfHtTxUU/S_MT-ECvQoI/AAAAAAAAASs/D8LJ7Y8afyA/s72-c/Poeta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-6321617043333366915</id><published>2010-05-18T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T19:58:49.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>Tudo pode ter um final feliz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S_NQpvCUj2I/AAAAAAAAA6g/_Nw1Eu_x7b8/s1600/60.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S_NQpvCUj2I/AAAAAAAAA6g/_Nw1Eu_x7b8/s400/60.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Primeiramente quero agradecer a todos que tem aguentado essa pessoinha chata, que sou eu!&lt;br /&gt;Muito obrigada por lê meus posts, e claro dar seus maravilhoso conselhos, principalmente na postagem anterior, em que me encontrei em uma situação dificil.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, agora tenho que compartilhar minha decisão...&lt;br /&gt;Eu pensei bem, analisei fatos, conversei com pessoas de minha extrema confiança, observei todos os conselhos, e cheguei a uma conclusão: É ele, aquele que mais me dá valor, e consegue me compreender!&lt;br /&gt;Sim, hoje, eu conversei com ambos a respeito do assunto, fiquei triste pelo outro, mas temos que superar néh?!&lt;br /&gt;Um dos principais motivos que me fizeram escolher o que eu escolhi, vamos chama-lo de José&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; (o nome não é real)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, foi a maneira como ele me trata, e como meu coração o vê, e um dos motivos de eu não escolher o outro, vamos chama-lo de Mario(é só pra combinar com o fabuloso José e Maria poskposk), foi que hoje mesmo descobri umas coisas sobre ele que nada agradam, descobri que ele é uma pessoa totalmente diferente daquilo que ele me passava ser, por isso eu acredito que tudo que me aconteceu ontem, foi de grande aproveito para mim, como eu disse na ultima postagem &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;" Um dia iremos rir de tudo isso."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu no momento não digo que estou sorrindo, pois sinto sim algo pelo Mario &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(o nome não é real!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, mas a vida continua, e eu não volto atrás!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beijos meus conselheiros de plantão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; *equeuamo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-6321617043333366915?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6321617043333366915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=6321617043333366915&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/6321617043333366915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/6321617043333366915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/05/tudo-pode-ter-um-final-feliz.html' title='Tudo pode ter um final feliz!'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S_NQpvCUj2I/AAAAAAAAA6g/_Nw1Eu_x7b8/s72-c/60.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-4203853254244531462</id><published>2010-05-17T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T17:22:49.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>Confusões de uma adolescente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S_Hdl9dEBHI/AAAAAAAAA6c/F3gz0SKZQKA/s1600/Dark_Reflection_by_larafairie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S_Hdl9dEBHI/AAAAAAAAA6c/F3gz0SKZQKA/s320/Dark_Reflection_by_larafairie.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, já faz um tempo que eu estou em crise, e quem acompanha meu blog, tem acompanhado essa minha louca crise.&lt;br /&gt;Acontece que essa minha agora, não meche apenas com o meu coração, mas sim com o de mais duas pessoas, isso mesmo, dois garotos! :S&lt;br /&gt;Lembram da historia &lt;a href="http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/search/label/Historias%20que%20eu%20contei"&gt;"Um amor de Verão"&lt;/a&gt;? Isso ai, estou vivendo o mesmo (mas tudo aconteceu depois que terminei a história), mas é claro eu não fiquei com os dois, só com um ¬¬...&lt;br /&gt;Estranho é dizer isso, foi só eu acabar a história que tudo começou, mas isso não vem ao caso. &lt;s&gt;euacho&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acontece que eu estou completamente deprimida com isso, e eu sei que não vai terminar como na história, que irá aparecer duas garotas para eles, e no final terminarei com um carinha, e tudo acontecerá em uma noite, numa só festa, vamos ser realistas, um de nós sairemos machucados...E cabe a mim decidir quem!&lt;br /&gt;E eu não sei o que fazer, e ambos são tão diferentes, considere um o &lt;a href="http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/04/uma-descricao.html"&gt;Nick &lt;/a&gt;e o outro o&lt;a href="http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/04/uma-descricao.html"&gt; Leo&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Preciso&amp;nbsp;urgentemente&amp;nbsp;da opinião de vocês meus leitores, lembrando que dessa vez não será uma ficção, mas um fato real! Infelizmente, lembrando que, como acabei de ler em um blog, "Um dia iremos rir de tudo isso!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Beijos de chocolate com um gostinho amargo &amp;amp;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-4203853254244531462?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4203853254244531462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=4203853254244531462&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4203853254244531462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4203853254244531462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/05/confusoes-de-uma-adolescente.html' title='Confusões de uma adolescente'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S_Hdl9dEBHI/AAAAAAAAA6c/F3gz0SKZQKA/s72-c/Dark_Reflection_by_larafairie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-2255825557132283424</id><published>2010-05-16T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T18:30:56.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mensagens'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S_CcEy1AveI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/P3xh5Rzgwu0/s1600/_Attitude__by_Read_My_Soul.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S_CcEy1AveI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/P3xh5Rzgwu0/s320/_Attitude__by_Read_My_Soul.png" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Mulheres são como maçãs em árvores. As melhores estão no topo. Os homens não querem alcançar essas boas, porque eles têm medo de cair e se machucar. Preferem pegar as maçãs podres que ficam no chão, que não são boas como as do topo, mas são fáceis de se conseguir. Assim as maçãs no topo pensam que algo está errado com elas, quando na verdade, eles estão errados... Elas têm que esperar um pouco para o homem certo chegar, aquele que é valente o bastante para escalar até o topo da árvore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;Essa me mandaram por Orkut, e é de autor desconhecido&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-2255825557132283424?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2255825557132283424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=2255825557132283424&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/2255825557132283424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/2255825557132283424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S_CcEy1AveI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/P3xh5Rzgwu0/s72-c/_Attitude__by_Read_My_Soul.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-5646225689361030535</id><published>2010-05-14T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T15:06:36.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>Um pedido de desculpas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S-3IvEsoZYI/AAAAAAAAA6U/DOnv85RT3yQ/s1600/Foto0777.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S-3IvEsoZYI/AAAAAAAAA6U/DOnv85RT3yQ/s640/Foto0777.jpg" width="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpas a vocês.&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpas a Deus por eu não acreditar totalmente nele.&lt;br /&gt;Desculpas ao inferno, por saber que ele não está em baixo da terra,&lt;br /&gt;Por saber que ele é a terra.&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpas ao mundo, por ir na contra-mão , por não gostar das coisas que me foram intituladas.&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpas aos meus pais, por não ser a filhinha santinha, por não ser ingênua.&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpas aos religiosos, pois eu não acredito que religião salvará o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa a todos que pensam que os políticos são canalhas, canalha é quem os colocou lá,&lt;br /&gt;Por causa de um voto sem pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpas aos meus avós, pois não irei dar continuidade a essa geração de insanos.&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpas também a todos aqueles que acham que eu estou revoltada com a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não estou, apenas sei dizer aquilo que realmente penso, não o que finjo pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpas por não acreditar que o mundo é uma eterna maravilha, e que um príncipe logo irá me buscar em seu cavalo branco.&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpas por ao invés de ser uma princesa, ser a vilã da história.&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpas por achar que eu não devo desculpas a ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desculpe-me leitores por fazer vocês lerem esse troço, mas eu precisava falar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-5646225689361030535?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5646225689361030535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=5646225689361030535&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/5646225689361030535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/5646225689361030535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/05/um-pedido-de-desculpas.html' title='Um pedido de desculpas'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S-3IvEsoZYI/AAAAAAAAA6U/DOnv85RT3yQ/s72-c/Foto0777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-7029952372955637546</id><published>2010-05-08T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T19:13:27.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>O que é esse tal de amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/SxKMqNtKgFI/AAAAAAAAAes/uaR4pVS0vAA/s1600/Without_Wings_by_maiarcita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/SxKMqNtKgFI/AAAAAAAAAes/uaR4pVS0vAA/s320/Without_Wings_by_maiarcita.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é essa coisa estranha?&lt;br /&gt;Que todos nós gostamos de sentir, mesmo sabendo que isso nos machuca?&lt;br /&gt;Porque sempre amamos a pessoa errada?&lt;br /&gt;E se conseguimos amar a certa, sempre sofremos muito antes?&lt;br /&gt;E que droga é essa chamada de Principie Encantado? Ou mulher pra vida inteira?&lt;br /&gt;Quem inventou isso? Será conseqüência do pecado do homem? Culpa de Adão?&lt;br /&gt;Fecho agora os meu olhos,tranco meu coração, tampo meu ouvidos, colo minha boca, para que eles não sintam, não vejam e nem ouçam o Eu te amo!&lt;br /&gt;Pois sei que muitos dizem isso em vão&lt;br /&gt;Agora pergunto, para quê tudo isso? Porque isso tem mesmo de existir? Porque temos que sofrer esse sentimento? Porque uns amam de mais, e outros são desprovidos deste sentimento?&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas, perguntas, simples perguntas, que não se calam dentro de mim....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-7029952372955637546?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7029952372955637546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=7029952372955637546&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/7029952372955637546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/7029952372955637546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-que-e-esse-tal-de-amor.html' title='O que é esse tal de amor?'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/SxKMqNtKgFI/AAAAAAAAAes/uaR4pVS0vAA/s72-c/Without_Wings_by_maiarcita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-7886631881070018886</id><published>2010-05-05T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T18:37:37.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Historias que eu contei'/><title type='text'>Um amor de Verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S-IdVRdoTzI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/yHrnUANTOHk/s1600/The_Dreamer_by_ashii85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S-IdVRdoTzI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/yHrnUANTOHk/s400/The_Dreamer_by_ashii85.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467965148883341106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:lime;"&gt;Parte 4 -  Tudo muda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;  Completava-se ali a terceira semana, e eu tinha que tomar minha decisão, nas duas semanas anteriores eu havia saido com Nick e com Leo, lembrando que eu não fizera nada, nem os toquei, sabia que não era o certo, mas pensei muito durante essas duas semanas, conheci muito sobre eles:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Beta, eles são amigos desde crianças! - exclamei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Mas moram em países diferentes! - questionou Beta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Ai que dó de você Beta, a tecnologia existe pra isso néh?!  - disse Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Mas quando eles eram crianças não havia tanta tecnologia assim!! - logo Beta debateu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Quando mais novos, até mais ou menos seus 13 eles eram vizinhos! - afirmei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Eles são amigos há bastante tempo, muito mais do que nós! - disse Lee já entendendo o que eu queria dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Sim, e eu não posso estragar essa amizade! Por mais que eles digam que esta não será desfeita, irá sim! Nós sabemos que sim! -  desabafei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Então você não escolherá nenhum dos dois? - indagou Beta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Não sei...Pois eu quero um, só não sei qual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Quem não sabe o quer, acaba ficando sem! - ironizou Lee, como sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Lee!!!! - gritou Beta - Não está ajudando, sabia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Está bem, mas eu só estou falando a verdade!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Beta, Lee está certa, infelizmente! E eu já tomei minha decisão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-E qual é?? - as duas perguntaram em coro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Não quero atrapalhar a amizade deles, e por isso não vou ficar com nenhum dos dois! Eu sei eles vão questionar, mas, tem tantas garotas bonitas ai, é só olhar mais um pouco na praia que qualquer um vê!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Isso, é verdade! Eu sou uma das mais gatas! - ironizou Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Lee, se você não parar vou expulsar você do quarto!!! - disse Beta já com raiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Tá parei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;Eu não sabia se ria daquela duas malucas, ou se mordia o meu travesseiro de raiva, apenas sabia que aquela era a minha decisão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Vou descer, vou acha-los!  - eu disse olhando de pé para elas. Elas se entreolharam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Então você está certa de sua decisão? - elas perguntaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Sim! - eu disse convicta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;Fui até o saguão e pedi na recepção para chamarem os garotos, disse que os esperaria no jardim, cerca de 20 minutos lá estavam eles, estavam nervosos, isso era certeza, estava escrito em suas testas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Você já tem a resposta? - indagou Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Sim. E desculpe-me, mas vou direto ao ponto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Sinta-se a vontade! - eles disseram tentando equilibrar os pontos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Durante esse tempo, eu... *suspiros* Pensei bem e, decidi que, não vou ficar com nenhum de vocês, pois não quero atrapalhar a amizades de vocês, e existem muitas garotas por ai, elas são tão bonitas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Mas é isso mesmo que você quer? -pergunta Leo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Sim! - suspirei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Então não temos escolha néh?! Vamos ser amigos? - pergunta Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Sim, é claro que sim! - acompanhei um sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;Nessa hora abracei os dois, sim, aquilo me deu segurança, vi que ali tinha uma nova amizade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;Bom, não existia amor ali, mas sim uma atração forte, então ao começar a andar com os garotos comecei a faze-los repararem nas garotas ao redor, e não deu em outra néh?! Eles arranjaram seus amores de verão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; Era agora o nosso último dia na praia de Linfurr, e estava ali todos os adolescentes dando uma festa de despedida, fiquei feliz, pois vi que todos meus amigos encontraram os seus amores de verão, viveram aquele romance, aproveitaram o verão, eu aproveitara sim, mas não tanto o quanto queria, mas até ali estava satisfeita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; Após observar todos eles, eu sai sozinha fui para o mar, me distanciei da festa e me assentei sobre uma pedra, fiquei ali sentindo aquela gostosa brisa batendo em mim, observando aquele mar, pensando em minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Toda vez em que venho passar as ferias aqui, me sento nessa mesma pedra e fico a observar o mar, o ceu, é tão lindo não é?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;Com um sorriso olhei para o lado, um pouco acima de mim, ele não era tão bonito como Nick e Leo, mas vi ali um rosto tão carismático.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Sim, é tudo lindo! Sou Cecília, e você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Henrique. -  ele respondeu olhando para mim e logo para o horizonte. Após um silêncio, nós dois em coro, tivemos uma idéia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Que tal... - risos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Pode falar primeiro! - ele disse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-O que acha da gente ir lá e  dançar? - perguntei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;-Era isso mesmo que eu ia dizer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; Nos levantamos naquele momento e fomos para a festa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;E o resto? Ah...O resto se tornou o meu Amor de Verão, no último momento, mas foi um amor que marcou o meu verão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;                                                    &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;FIM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:red;"&gt;Creditos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#38761d;"&gt;A ideia principal de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#38761d;"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#38761d;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#38761d;"&gt;Leo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#38761d;"&gt; não ficarem com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#38761d;"&gt;Cecilia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#38761d;"&gt;, e que aparecessem mas três pessoas na jogada foi de :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741546186935214705"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#4c1130;"&gt; Juh soy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#4c1130;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#38761d;"&gt;; e apoiada por : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/15208250113018407911"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#4c1130;"&gt;Claudia Helena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#38761d;"&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12408757882826216927"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#4c1130;"&gt; Hamilton H. Kubo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#4c1130;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#38761d;"&gt; As pessoas que ficaram como apoio foram que deram sua opinião após &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#38761d;"&gt;Juh Soy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#38761d;"&gt;, e quero agradecer a todos que participaram, fico feliz por saber que posso contar com a opinião de meus leitores! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:magenta;"&gt;Muito Obrigada a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/2617838016997422899-7886631881070018886?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7886631881070018886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=7886631881070018886&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/7886631881070018886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/7886631881070018886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/05/um-amor-de-verao.html' title='Um amor de Verão'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S-IdVRdoTzI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/yHrnUANTOHk/s72-c/The_Dreamer_by_ashii85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-1867229943653271830</id><published>2010-05-02T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T16:13:14.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>Matadores de aluguel e Poetas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S94EZPx4OxI/AAAAAAAAA3I/4rWkr_05bdk/s1600/ignorance_____by_Conin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S94EZPx4OxI/AAAAAAAAA3I/4rWkr_05bdk/s1600/ignorance_____by_Conin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns matam por dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Outros se matam de amor&lt;br /&gt;Alguns escrevem poemas&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto outros escrevem mortes&lt;br /&gt;Alguns sabem viver&lt;br /&gt;Outros morrem rapidamente&lt;br /&gt;Alguns sentem a&amp;nbsp;química&amp;nbsp;do amor&lt;br /&gt;Outros sentem a&amp;nbsp;química&amp;nbsp;das armas&lt;br /&gt;Alguns se escondem&lt;br /&gt;Outros tentam se achar&lt;br /&gt;Alguns são poetas&lt;br /&gt;Outros&amp;nbsp;assassinos&lt;br /&gt;Poetas? Poucos se encontram&lt;br /&gt;Assassinos?&amp;nbsp;Estão&amp;nbsp;por todas as partes sejam eles de amores ou de vidas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-1867229943653271830?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1867229943653271830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=1867229943653271830&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/1867229943653271830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/1867229943653271830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/05/matadores-de-aluguel-e-poetas.html' title='Matadores de aluguel e Poetas'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S94EZPx4OxI/AAAAAAAAA3I/4rWkr_05bdk/s72-c/ignorance_____by_Conin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-8632732112060772055</id><published>2010-04-28T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:40:04.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>Vem dançar na chuva vem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S9icdiAqFSI/AAAAAAAAA20/HHE41DAWB5o/s1600/MULHER+DA+CHUVA.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S9icdiAqFSI/AAAAAAAAA20/HHE41DAWB5o/s1600/MULHER+DA+CHUVA.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos viver mais um pouco&lt;br /&gt;Vamos sorrir&amp;nbsp;enquanto&amp;nbsp;todos choram&lt;br /&gt;Vamos sentir os raios solares em nossos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o vento a bagunçar nossos cabelos&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o frio em nosso corpo&lt;br /&gt;Vamos tomar banho de chuva&lt;br /&gt;Vamos dançar na chuva&lt;br /&gt;Ali mesmo, na rua&lt;br /&gt;Sem se importar com que estiver ali&lt;br /&gt;Olhando e rindo de você, pois este não sabe viver&lt;br /&gt;Vamos dar altas gargalhadas, tropeçar nos passeios&lt;br /&gt;E dançar com os postes&lt;br /&gt;Jogue seu guarda-chuva fora, e também essa capa que te esconde&lt;br /&gt;Que esconde sua felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça esse teu&amp;nbsp;relógio&amp;nbsp;caro, seu celular, seu cabelo arrumado&lt;br /&gt;Deixe isso para lá, isso não lhe trará o imenso prazer...&lt;br /&gt;De se dançar...&lt;br /&gt;Na chuva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-8632732112060772055?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8632732112060772055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=8632732112060772055&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/8632732112060772055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/8632732112060772055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/04/vem-dancar-na-chuva-vem.html' title='Vem dançar na chuva vem?'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S9icdiAqFSI/AAAAAAAAA20/HHE41DAWB5o/s72-c/MULHER+DA+CHUVA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-2478118269626206523</id><published>2010-04-21T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:32:52.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Historias que eu contei'/><title type='text'>Uma descrição</title><content type='html'>Na minha postagem anterior pedi a todos os leitores de &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;"Um amor de verão"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, para decidirem o final da historia, e ai vai a descrição dos garotos, qual deles vocês acham que devem terminar ( se Cecilia os merecer ) com Ceci?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://services.imagens.flogao.com.br/s1/27/01/05/685/4229070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://services.imagens.flogao.com.br/s1/27/01/05/685/4229070.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo tem 17 anos, é um garoto do tipo intelectual, gosta&amp;nbsp; de teatros, livros, musicas para ele é a melhor coisa&amp;nbsp; que um ser humano ja pode criar, e sua paixão, um garoto totalmente ecletico, Leo, é filho único, seus pais são donos de uma empresa grande no Japão. E ele adora garotas do tipo inteligentes e sabem pensar e se expressar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/4116/atgaaabdm9woiob4snfdcp3wn6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/4116/atgaaabdm9woiob4snfdcp3wn6.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick tem 18 anos, adora rock, pop rock, é o tipo garoto conquistador, um garoto que toma atitude, e sempre conquista o que quer, gosta de skates, mora na Alemanha, mas é nativo dos Estados Unidos.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tem duas&amp;nbsp; irmãs, mas é o filho querido dos pais, é o garoto rebelde com jeito de bom garoto, mas tem uma formula, pela qual conquista a todos, e se da bem com muitos. Gosta de garotas que sabem diverti-lo, mas&amp;nbsp; não tem muita paciencia com garotas extremamente futeis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Tá ai pessoal, eu dei as caracteristicas de cada um dos personagens ( lembrando que as pessoas das fotos nao tem nada com as pessoas da história,são imagens retiradas de sites fotograficos), agora voce pode escolher quem podera ser o par de Cecilia, claro se na sua opiniao ela merecer algum deles, então comentem e digam como vocês acham que deverá ser o final....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beijos!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-2478118269626206523?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2478118269626206523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=2478118269626206523&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/2478118269626206523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/2478118269626206523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/04/uma-descricao.html' title='Uma descrição'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-2721024505481513873</id><published>2010-04-18T15:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T16:22:59.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Historias que eu contei'/><title type='text'>Um amor de Verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S8uT9vZ1FNI/AAAAAAAAA2k/_nmG_Q45cbM/s1600/Deep_in_thought_by_final_testament.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S8uT9vZ1FNI/AAAAAAAAA2k/_nmG_Q45cbM/s400/Deep_in_thought_by_final_testament.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461621662022964434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Parte 3 -  Uma idéia meio louca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Acordei ainda com aquela duvida martelando em minha cabeça:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; -Será que fiz errado? Deveria ter ficado com os dois? E agora? Qual a minha decisão?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nesse momento eu estava assentada em minha cama, quando Beta se aproximou:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-O que aconteceu? Como você ficou com os dois? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nessa hora eu estremeci:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Eles estão sabendo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Sim, Nick e Leo estão sabendo, Fernando, Lee e Vitor, também!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Meu Deus!  - exclamei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ceci!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-O quê? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Nick e Leo brigaram...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Por causa de mim? - perguntei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Sim. Acho melhor você descer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Nesse momento mandei um beijo para ela, e com um sorriso agradeci, e sai correndo, fui ao encontro dos dois, quando cheguei no saguão, vi Fernando conversando com Nick, quando me viram vi que suas faces mudaram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu me aproximei:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Acho que temos que conversar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Também acho.  - afirmou Fernando olhando para Nick - Vocês três tem que conversar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nesse instante Fernando saiu, me deixando a sós com Nick, suspirei fundo, as palavras sumiram, ficamos ali nós dois olhando um para o outro, até que Leo passou, nesse momento eu o chamei, ele tentou se repreender, os dois se encararam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chamei-os para nos assentar, ficamos ali em um vago silencio, até que eu decidi começar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Eu sinceramente não sei o que fazer, não sei o porque fiz aquilo ontem, sabe, não quero separa-los, não quero que briguem por causa de uma garota, que sou eu, confesso, estou em duvida de ambos, não sei com qual dos dois irei continuar nesse verão, e nem sei se irei ficar com um dos dois, acho que já prejudiquei vocês...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Nessa hora Nick me interrompe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Você não nos prejudicou, isso tudo que aconteceu é culpa minha e do Leo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leo concordou com a cabeça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Tive uma idéia, claro se vocês quiserem aceitar! - disse Leo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Diga! - logo se estressou Nick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Porque você não fica com nós dois Cecilia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Nessa hora me veio uma surpresa, Nick se levantou, e ficou a olhar para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Você concorda? - perguntou Nick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Eu não acho certo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Faz o seguinte, essa semana você sai com Leo, na outra comigo, e na terceira semana você decide!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-É pode ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E assim foi solucionado aquele caso, ou quase solucionado, porque a terceira semana logo chegaria, e eu teria que tomar a decisão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                     &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;     Continua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; Bom resolvi modificar um pouco, e dessa vez quero a ajuda de vocês, eu publiquei 3 capitulos da história, e gostaria de ajuda no 4º que é o capitulo final &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;" A Decisão"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Gostaria que vocês leitores dessa história deixassem a sua opinião de quem Cecilia deveria ficar no final da história, isso se você achar que ela deve ficar com alguém, e criasse ou não uma situação para isso, a melhor idéia fará o final da história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Beijos com chocolate e espero a participação de vocês!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;P.S: Os creditos serão seus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-2721024505481513873?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2721024505481513873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=2721024505481513873&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/2721024505481513873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/2721024505481513873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-amor-de-verao.html' title='Um amor de Verão'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S8uT9vZ1FNI/AAAAAAAAA2k/_nmG_Q45cbM/s72-c/Deep_in_thought_by_final_testament.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-5960510174370208696</id><published>2010-04-14T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T11:42:46.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>Um champanhe por favor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs37/300W/i/2008/287/7/9/Champagne_Breakfast_by_DalaiHarma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs37/300W/i/2008/287/7/9/Champagne_Breakfast_by_DalaiHarma.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos brindar!&lt;br /&gt;À minha querida clandestina&lt;br /&gt;Aos meus amores&lt;br /&gt;À vida que logo se acabará&lt;br /&gt;Traga champanhes&lt;br /&gt;Pois vamos brindar&lt;br /&gt;Vamos brindar para os nossos&amp;nbsp;políticos&lt;br /&gt;Grandes merecedores de sua posição, pois não nos dão atenção&lt;br /&gt;Vamos brindar,&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp;decadência&amp;nbsp;de nossas matas&lt;br /&gt;À pedofilia&lt;br /&gt;Aos mendigos de nossas ruas&lt;br /&gt;Um brinde a você comsumidor&lt;br /&gt;Venha vamos brindar,&lt;br /&gt;A hipocrisia, a mentira,&lt;br /&gt;Vamos brindar a&amp;nbsp;decadência&amp;nbsp;do nosso Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Traga me champanhes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-5960510174370208696?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5960510174370208696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=5960510174370208696&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/5960510174370208696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/5960510174370208696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-champanhe-por-favor.html' title='Um champanhe por favor!'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-2170323465686549919</id><published>2010-04-11T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T19:14:48.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>Um Coração Cansado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S8KBgKoo-WI/AAAAAAAAA1A/UXxkSD_KySU/s1600/spring_days__by_m0thyyku.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S8KBgKoo-WI/AAAAAAAAA1A/UXxkSD_KySU/s1600/spring_days__by_m0thyyku.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração já está cansado&lt;br /&gt;Cansou-se desse turbilhão&lt;br /&gt;É muita coisa&lt;br /&gt;São muitas paixões&lt;br /&gt;E tantas decepções&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração já se encontra cansado&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém mais consegue me entender&lt;br /&gt;As palavras já não saem de mim com a mesma ênfase&lt;br /&gt;O mundo se encontra parado para mim&lt;br /&gt;Ele já não gira mais&lt;br /&gt;Uma dor grita cansadamente dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;É o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Ele grita por repouso&lt;br /&gt;Ele quer parar um pouco&lt;br /&gt;Já não aguenta tanta dor&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração se encontra completamente cansado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-2170323465686549919?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2170323465686549919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=2170323465686549919&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/2170323465686549919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/2170323465686549919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-coracao-cansado.html' title='Um Coração Cansado'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S8KBgKoo-WI/AAAAAAAAA1A/UXxkSD_KySU/s72-c/spring_days__by_m0thyyku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-7970645447089510107</id><published>2010-04-08T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T18:26:36.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S76A5BVE_mI/AAAAAAAAA0o/v7gpBb2fCow/s1600/Memories_by_MultiCurious.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S76A5BVE_mI/AAAAAAAAA0o/v7gpBb2fCow/s400/Memories_by_MultiCurious.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nós não somos de amores, para que se iludir? vc sabe enganar? é, eu também sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E assim vamos pirando nesse jogo do amor!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-7970645447089510107?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7970645447089510107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=7970645447089510107&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/7970645447089510107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/7970645447089510107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S76A5BVE_mI/AAAAAAAAA0o/v7gpBb2fCow/s72-c/Memories_by_MultiCurious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-1820466386841046395</id><published>2010-04-07T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:54:18.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alucinações'/><title type='text'>Abrindo o jogo - Alucinações</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S7y0zH7O7BI/AAAAAAAAA0c/fLEno6plnrA/s1600/Long_Journey_by_lady_amarillis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S7y0zH7O7BI/AAAAAAAAA0c/fLEno6plnrA/s400/Long_Journey_by_lady_amarillis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457435638860016658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;om essa vai para quem acompanhou a historia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/search/label/Alucina%C3%A7%C3%B5es"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;"Alucinações"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Verificar ortografia" border="0" class="gl_spell" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Então vamos abrir o jogo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Pr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;imeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mente a história fugiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mpletamente do que eu queria de início, o primeiro plano fora que, Sierra teria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Esquizofrenia" class="l"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Esquizofrenia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;e que&lt;/span&gt; no final da história ela sobreviveria, bom, quem leu a história sabe o quanto ela fugiu da idéia principal, mas agora não é tão importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; Vou contar mesmo é como e de onde retirei as idéias para a historia, até porque o fato dela ter um dom, não veio de mim, mas sim de uma serie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;E um dia uma leitora me pediu para fazer um síntese da historia, para que quem estivesse lendo tivesse uma idéia do assunto. Mas o problema foi que nem eu sabia, os capítulos foram escritos minutos antes de serem postados, ou seja, a história também era uma surpresa para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Em que ela foi baseada?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghost_Whisperer"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Ghost Whisperer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;ai vai um conselho, gostou da historia? assista a serie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Alguns fatos existentes na história também foram coisas que aconteceram comigo, coisas que sonhei, e que ouvi pessoas dizerem que já aconteceu com elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Um fato? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Cap. 5  - O desespero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Abri a porta e não vi ninguém, olhei ao redor, do outro lado da rua e nada, fechei a porta e fui voltar para a cama, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;quando comecei a subir as escadas a porta se abriu, eu parei e fiquei olhando, eu só podia estar louca, voltei fechei a porta e a tranquei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;, não tinha como abrir de novo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Isso mesmo, quando estava a sair de minha casa fechei a porta, e segundos depois ela se abre, eu assustei é claro, na hora não pensei em lógica alguma, hoje vejo que na verdade era o vento que abriu a porta.... ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Cap. 7 - Os chacais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(56, 118, 29);  line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Corremos e fomos até o último quarto do corredor, por dentro ele era todo branco, eu não sei exatamente como entramos naquele quarto&lt;/i&gt;,mas lá tinha uma mulher, ela ficou olhando para mim"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Essa parte foi baseada no filme &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;"Premonição"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;mas nao me lembro de qual deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Os chacais foram baseados nas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;sombras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt; &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghost_Whisperer"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Ghost Whisperer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bom é isso, ai está um pouco da história, que, espero que seja em breve, terá continuação:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Quebrando as Correntes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S7cgUJcDU_I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/ZpkbNUN9_Zw/s1600-h/blue_disconnect_by_kaunau.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S7cgUJcDU_I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/ZpkbNUN9_Zw/s1600/blue_disconnect_by_kaunau.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sirva-se de todos estes manjares&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desfrute dessa dor do mundo, alimente bem sua alma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Satisfaça-se com as dores dos perdidos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mate sua sede com as lágrimas daqueles que ainda clamam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenha todas as riquezas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todas as belezas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E quando tudo isto terminar, a dor o alcançara, a espada já não irá mais brilhar,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seu sangue congelará, o sentido da vida perderá, e quando ver que teu&amp;nbsp;estômago clama por mais,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentirá o sangue de suas veias, e depois de todos manjares servidos, vomitara seu&amp;nbsp;próprio&amp;nbsp;sangue, e se alimentara da terra seca.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Pois tudo se acabou...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-8779363850969589197?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8779363850969589197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=8779363850969589197&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/8779363850969589197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/8779363850969589197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/04/inuteis-manjares.html' title='Inúteis manjares'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S7cgUJcDU_I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/ZpkbNUN9_Zw/s72-c/blue_disconnect_by_kaunau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-4505052899326673257</id><published>2010-03-30T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:15:53.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alucinações'/><title type='text'>Alucinações</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6fa8dc;"&gt;O Final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S7JMo_oyVfI/AAAAAAAAAz0/NXgXCx9Gjdc/s1600-h/ficando+lka.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S7JMo_oyVfI/AAAAAAAAAz0/NXgXCx9Gjdc/s320/ficando+lka.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                &lt;br /&gt; Sai da praia, e fui em minha casa, peguei uma caneta e umas folhas, e comecei a escrever, em umas das folhas eu dizia tudo o que me acontecera durante aquele tempo, e na outra tentava me explicar para Liss e meus pais.&lt;br /&gt; Quando terminei de escrever, coloquei a carta para minha familia em cima da cama de Liss, e junto uma boneca que eu comprara para Liss.&lt;br /&gt;A outra carta, em que eu falava dos acontecimentos, guardei no baú, eu fiz a mesma coisa que minha avó, aquilo era lembranças de que alguém precisaria, peguei o baú e o levei até o cemitério, ia entrega-lo a amiga de minha avó, e dizer a ela para repassar o recado que fora dado a mim.&lt;br /&gt; Nesta mesma hora me direcionei para a represa, era agora o meu final, eu iria ter o mesmo fim de minha avó.&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei na represa, eu pensara muito durante o caminho, chorava como uma criança, como eu queria um colo naquela hora....&lt;br /&gt; Senti um frio percorrer sobre meu corpo, o barulho daquelas águas era imenso, chegou minha hora,  enquanto eu me aproximava da ponte, via toda minha vida passar como um filme, todos aqueles momentos de alegria, tristeza, a...Como era bons!&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo congelou, minha mente parou, era como se um outro ser entra-se em mim, neste mesmo momento pulei daquele lugar, eu via tudo, o vento me cortava, eu naquele momento pensava em Liss, mas já era tarde, eu não conseguira, eu me sentia fracassada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Acabou, Sierra já não pensa mais, agora é um passado, e um triste presente de muitos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Liss e seus avós chegam em casa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mamãe!!! mamãe!! Olha o monte de coisa que eu comprei... Onde está mamãe? - Dizia Liss parada na porta do quarto de sua mãe&lt;br /&gt; Neste mesmo momento sua avó chega na porta&lt;br /&gt;-Vovó minha mãe não está aqui, e eu sinto um medo dentro de mim. - Falou Liss já começando a chorar, sua avó a pegou no colo, e disse que não poderia ser nada, ela deveria de ter saido com as amigas, as duas desceram juntas e começaram a dar telefonemas, ninguém sabia de Sierra, absolutamente ninguém, as duas foram na casa da vizinha, e ela também não sabia:&lt;br /&gt;-Pode ficar com Liss para mim? Vou procurar Sierra! - Disse a avó de Liss&lt;br /&gt;-Sim - concordou a mulher&lt;br /&gt; Dona Mila saiu a procura de sua filha, entrou dentro da casa dela e ligou para seu marido:&lt;br /&gt;-Meu bem, Sierra sumiu! Não a achamos em lugar algum, já liguei para todas suas amigas, e ninguém sabe dela! Ligue para todos da familia e para a policia, temos que procura-la!&lt;br /&gt; Assim ela subiu as escadas, e ao abrir as portas do quarto de Liss, lá estava, a carta e a boneca, Dona Mila sentiu percorrer um medo, já imaginara o que acontecera, sentiu as lágrimas percorrerem seu rosto, e seu corpo já se encontrava endurecido, seu coração disparara, ela pegava a carta nas mãos como se pegasse o cristal mais raro, e devagar a desdobrou, olhou para a boneca antes de ler, suspirou fundo, chorava, a dor era grande, e pode se ouvir teu grito por todo o quarteirão, era assustador, ela lera a carta!&lt;br /&gt; Os vizinhos a ouviu, e correram para dentro da casa, e encontraram Dona Mila estirada ao chão, chorava ao ponto de se engasgar, todos imaginaram naquele momento o que acontecera, a carta estava em suas mãos, podia se sentir um medo, uma dor, ao simplesmente passar a porta daquela casa.&lt;br /&gt; Sierra não pode ser enterrada, pois não acharam seu corpo, Liss crescera com a dúvida da morte de sua mãe, Dona Mila viveu, porque seu sustento era Liss, que agora era sua unica paixão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:blue;"&gt;Fim....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#e69138;"&gt;Bem não sei se fui bem nesse final, na verdade queria que Sierra sobrevivesse, mas eu não consegui achar as peças certas para isso, então ai está o final de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;                                        &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:red;"&gt;" Alucinações"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-4505052899326673257?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4505052899326673257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=4505052899326673257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4505052899326673257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4505052899326673257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/03/alucinacoes_30.html' title='Alucinações'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S7JMo_oyVfI/AAAAAAAAAz0/NXgXCx9Gjdc/s72-c/ficando+lka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-4184516006188505670</id><published>2010-03-27T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T10:23:25.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>Sem teto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S64-9fsyUII/AAAAAAAAAy4/QLnlASKbGv0/s1600-h/alice__by_wredna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S64-9fsyUII/AAAAAAAAAy4/QLnlASKbGv0/s1600/alice__by_wredna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ando sem razão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ando sem esperança&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vou caminhando sem rumo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sei aonde irei chegar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Já não sei as palavras de antes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Já não sinto o amor de antes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ando descalço&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Na estrada de pedra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meus pés doem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meu coração chora&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu sou apenas um nada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mais um que não tem onde morar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-4184516006188505670?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4184516006188505670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=4184516006188505670&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4184516006188505670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4184516006188505670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/03/sem-teto.html' title='Sem teto'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S64-9fsyUII/AAAAAAAAAy4/QLnlASKbGv0/s72-c/alice__by_wredna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-715151317952344469</id><published>2010-03-21T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:59:51.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Historias que eu contei'/><title type='text'>Um amor de verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(116, 27, 71);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parte 2 - A festa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S6bNMqHhOcI/AAAAAAAAAys/9Gszye5zsIA/s1600-h/Party_by_bellaEli.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S6bNMqHhOcI/AAAAAAAAAys/9Gszye5zsIA/s1600/Party_by_bellaEli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me olhei no espelho:&lt;br /&gt;-Cecilia você está linda! Quem não irá olhar para você? -falei para mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;As meninas me olharam com aquele olhar de deboche.&lt;br /&gt;-Ai, está afim de quem? Nick ou Leo? -perguntou Beta&lt;br /&gt;-Não sei ainda...&lt;br /&gt;-Não sabe? - riu Lee -É Cecilia você não é mais como antes, a santinha agora está em duvida de dois!- debochou Lee de mim, e assim as duas começaram a rir...&lt;br /&gt;  Chegando na festa, vi os quatro sentados na mesma mesa, com lugares vagos para eu e minhas amigas, quando eles nos viram logo se levantaram e vieram até nós, nos sentamos todos na mesa, e "ocasionalmente" eu me sentei entre Nick e Leo, passamos horas ali a conversar, até que Beta e Vitor saíram para dançar, enquanto eu e  Lee fomos pegar alguma coisa para beber.&lt;br /&gt;-Leo é mais bonitinho - logo disse Lee&lt;br /&gt;-Mas eu não olho apenas isso, olho também o carater da pessoa! - respondi&lt;br /&gt;-Então tá! Vou deixar você a sós com os dois, oks?!&lt;br /&gt;-É lá vamos nós! - eu disse prosseguindo com uma risada&lt;br /&gt; Nesse momento chegamos diante dos garotos, Lee fez sinal para Fernando, e os dois logo saíram, e eu estava novamente ali, com Leo e Nick. Enquanto os dois conversavam, ou melhor dizer, disputavam, eu tentava decidir com qual dos dois passar aquele verão. Mas eu não sabia, pois quando eu olhava para o jeito em que Nick falava, decidia que era ele, mas quando reparava na maneira que Leo pensava, eu queria era ele, e assim ia, cada vez que achava algo bom em um, achava algo melhor ainda em outro!&lt;br /&gt;Eu já estava ficando estressada com tudo isto, e quando fui me levantar acabei derramando bebida na roupa de Nick, eu fiquei desesperada, e lógico com muita vergonha:&lt;br /&gt;-Nick, me desculpa!&lt;br /&gt;-A nada meu bem, isso acontece! - disse ele se levantando e indo em direção ao banheiro, e eu em um momento de  desespero fui atrás dele, Leo continuou sentado na mesa, rindo é claro!&lt;br /&gt;Quando ele entrou no banheiro, nem reparei, e entrei mesmo sendo banheiro masculino, ele me olhou meio assustado, mas continuou a limpar-se, eu fiquei ali pedindo desculpas a ele milhares de vezes, até que ele coloca um de seus dedos sobre meus lábios e pediu para mim parar, mas ele não foi grosso, ele foi extremamente romântico, e nessa hora nos beijamos, ali mesmo no banheiro masculino,quando terminamos olhei para ele meio que surpresa:&lt;br /&gt;-Meu Deus! Estou no banheiro masculino! É melhor eu sair antes que alguém chegue aqui! - nessa hora sai correndo, quando cheguei a mesa em que estávamos Leo olhava para mim como se me visse pela primeira vez, olhei para trás e vi que Nick não estava vindo, me aliviei, sentei na mesa como se nada houvesse acontecido.&lt;br /&gt;-Quer dançar? - logo perguntou Leo&lt;br /&gt;-Sim! - Eu precisava me distrair&lt;br /&gt;E para a minha grande felicidade só estava passando musicas dançantes, mas, após algum tempo começou a sessão romântica, e lá estava eu dançando juntinha com Leo, e como já era de certeza nos beijamos, e assim foi até a madrugada, quando cheguei na mesa onde todos estavam, percebi que Leo e Nick se olhavam com um olhar de poder, como se um tivesse conseguido e o outro não, mal sabiam que os dois conseguiram, logo fomos embora, e quando chegamos na porta do quarto do hotel, ambos olhavam para mim, olhei para os dois e com um sorriso dei um beijo nas bochechas de cada um:&lt;br /&gt;-Até amanhã garotos!&lt;br /&gt;-Até! - os dois disseram&lt;br /&gt;Ali eu fui dormir praticamente nas nuvens, mas com uma grande duvida, pois sabia que não poderia ficar com os dois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(56, 118, 29);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(56, 118, 29);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;                                              Continua...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-715151317952344469?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/715151317952344469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=715151317952344469&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/715151317952344469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/715151317952344469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/03/um-amor-de-verao.html' title='Um amor de verão'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S6bNMqHhOcI/AAAAAAAAAys/9Gszye5zsIA/s72-c/Party_by_bellaEli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-1742151474050166353</id><published>2010-03-19T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T18:28:22.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>De um poeta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S6PuzwDKuSI/AAAAAAAAAyU/p5QgKL8nsM0/s1600-h/old_letters_by_bloodred_sea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S6PuzwDKuSI/AAAAAAAAAyU/p5QgKL8nsM0/s1600/old_letters_by_bloodred_sea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São palavras de um poeta&lt;br /&gt;Palavras sinceras&lt;br /&gt;Palavras de uma alma&lt;br /&gt;Alma que vaga sobre a escuridão das cidades&lt;br /&gt;São sinceros desejos&lt;br /&gt;Singelos apelos&lt;br /&gt;São palavras de um poeta&lt;br /&gt;Que sofre de amor&lt;br /&gt;São versos escolhidos pela dor&lt;br /&gt;É o cântico dos olhos&lt;br /&gt;De quem um dia amou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffd966;"&gt;P.S: Obrigada a todos que me desejaram melhoras, bom estou melhor, rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFD966;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ahá, passem lá no &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teencontroas5.blogspot.com/"&gt;Te encontro às 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, plz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffd966;"&gt;bjs *com saúde agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-1742151474050166353?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1742151474050166353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=1742151474050166353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/1742151474050166353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/1742151474050166353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/03/de-um-poeta.html' title='De um poeta...'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S6PuzwDKuSI/AAAAAAAAAyU/p5QgKL8nsM0/s72-c/old_letters_by_bloodred_sea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-1988778415099225310</id><published>2010-03-16T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T08:07:15.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>Achei linda essa passagem, me identifiquei muito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S5-drNDipZI/AAAAAAAAAyM/5WJmHuskEA0/s1600-h/book_of_romance_by_breathing2004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S5-drNDipZI/AAAAAAAAAyM/5WJmHuskEA0/s320/book_of_romance_by_breathing2004.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aliás, não tenho escrito versos. Não é que eu não queira, mas eles simplesmente me abandonaram.Faço às vezes algumas anotações, penso eu o impulso de escrever vai novamente emergir, mas é engano meu. Nada de forte, de original, sai do meu coração. De um coração morto não costuma sair boa poesia. A poesia precisa de crenças, de sonhos, de horizontes amplos para se espraiar.Precisa de um coração aberto e de&amp;nbsp;generosidade. Eu, ao contrario, me sinto seca, estéril, sem nada a dizer."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;(Júlia - Roberto Gomes)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Talvez eu não poste essa semana o último capitulo de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;"Alucinações"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt; e nem o segundo capitulo de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;"Um amor de verão"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;, pois estou com Dengue, e o pouco tempo que me sentei aqui já foi o suficiente para o meu corpo começar a doer, bom me desejem melhoras, e espero voltar o mais&amp;nbsp;rápido&amp;nbsp;possível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;bjkas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-1988778415099225310?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1988778415099225310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=1988778415099225310&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/1988778415099225310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/1988778415099225310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/03/achei-linda-essa-passagem-me.html' title='Achei linda essa passagem, me identifiquei muito...'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S5-drNDipZI/AAAAAAAAAyM/5WJmHuskEA0/s72-c/book_of_romance_by_breathing2004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-3011976529204412500</id><published>2010-03-13T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T10:59:52.029-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>Palavras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S5vgokr4jzI/AAAAAAAAAx8/a9kv2_uuLdA/s1600-h/Leanashe_by_behindinfinity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S5vgokr4jzI/AAAAAAAAAx8/a9kv2_uuLdA/s1600/Leanashe_by_behindinfinity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São palavras escritas&lt;br /&gt;São sentimentos prescritos&lt;br /&gt;É o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Queria tanto que estes meus poemas chegassem a você&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que eu escrevo, sentimentos que descrevo&lt;br /&gt;É tudo o que eu queria lhe dizer&lt;br /&gt;Tu és meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que eu escrevo, é a minha vida com você&lt;br /&gt;É minha vida sem você&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não seja incredulidade da minha parte achar que singelos textos descrevam meu eu em você&lt;br /&gt;Mas talvez sejam apenas cartas que nunca chegarão a você, e que nunca sairão de mim&lt;br /&gt;São palavras escritas&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos descritos&lt;br /&gt;É meu eu em você...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-3011976529204412500?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3011976529204412500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=3011976529204412500&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/3011976529204412500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/3011976529204412500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/03/palavras.html' title='Palavras...'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S5vgokr4jzI/AAAAAAAAAx8/a9kv2_uuLdA/s72-c/Leanashe_by_behindinfinity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-6104790977287946623</id><published>2010-03-12T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:40:44.507-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alucinações'/><title type='text'>Alucinações</title><content type='html'>Cap.9  - A praia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S5qfKSTNEyI/AAAAAAAAAx0/DwSw2CtAoXo/s1600-h/ao%20procurar%20descansar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S5qfKSTNEyI/AAAAAAAAAx0/DwSw2CtAoXo/s1600/ao%20procurar%20descansar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tentando buscar a solução, ali eu estava, na praia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Peguei aquele baú e lentamente o abri, vi ali fotos de minha avó, e em muitas delas haviam fantasmas, e ali também havia um diario, ele era de minha avó, ali ela contava tudo que eu já sabia, mas na última folha de seu diário, ela escreveu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#8e7cc3;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#8e7cc3;"&gt;Sei que você minha netinha já deve de ter descobrindo todo esse novo mundo, o sobrenatural, aquele que todos temem, e minha querida, choro agora por saber que terei de abandona-la, pois como já sabes, não achei a solução para este nosso problema, e pelo que creio, não há solução, a não ser o suicídio."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Havia outras coisas escritas naquele diário, eu vira como minha avó era forte, suportou aquilo por anos, e soube controla-lo por um certo tempo, e eu não consegui isso, um final de semana já me era o suficiente, eu não era forte como ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ainda sentada sobre a areia, senti um vento diferente percorrer sobre mim, não era como aqueles do mar, era diferente, ele tinham um medo, algo ruim, era igual a aqueles de filmes de terror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me virei para trás e vi  algo estraordinario, eu não consigo lhe dizer o que era, mas eu percebi que este não era bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Você sabe que não consegue, não sabe? - logo disse aquilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Você é um dos chacais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Se eu fosse, você não estaria mais viva! - respondeu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Então você não pode me matar? - quase me tranquilizei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ele apenas riu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Só eu posso te ver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Mas não é você que vê coisas do além? - ele ironizou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-O que você quer? - logo encurtei a conversa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Te dizer que não será fácil, você não é como ela, e sabe também que o chacais logo irão atrás de quem você ama, e farão muito mais, só para pegar você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Sei, e porque me diz isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-O suicidio é sua unica solução, sua filha logo voltará, e eles a pegarão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Pare! Não quero lhe escutar! Chega vá embora, eu já sei tudo isso, não quero mais saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Vou embora, mas te digo para tomar muito cuidado e parar de pensar só em si, sua familia depende de você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Logo aquele ser que eu ainda não sei distinguir saiu dali, eu tremia como se estivesse no meu carro em uma rua esburacada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fiquei ali por um tempo, observando aquele mar, e eu pensara muito naquilo que eu ouvira daquela coisa, e tinha tomado minha decisão, o suicídio era a unica forma, não tinha outro jeito, até minha avó que fora mais forte do que eu, acabou-se assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;                                                 Continua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#4c1130;"&gt;**Queria me desculpar a todos, pois  havia prometido publicar o resto da história ainda essa semana, eu pensara em publicar o penúltimo capitulo (que é esse) segunda-feira e o ultimo hoje, mas as ocupações da escola não me deixou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#4c1130;"&gt;Obrigada a todos, beijos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-6104790977287946623?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6104790977287946623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=6104790977287946623&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/6104790977287946623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/6104790977287946623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/03/alucinacoes.html' title='Alucinações'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S5qfKSTNEyI/AAAAAAAAAx0/DwSw2CtAoXo/s72-c/ao%20procurar%20descansar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-9104503898937656091</id><published>2010-03-10T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T09:38:48.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>Falas de um moribundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S5fZHffM_jI/AAAAAAAAAxs/hr3OBblNOfs/s1600-h/Bring_Me_To_Life_by_j3ff3rson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S5fZHffM_jI/AAAAAAAAAxs/hr3OBblNOfs/s320/Bring_Me_To_Life_by_j3ff3rson.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo agora com vocês&lt;br /&gt;A lembrança do meu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;As fotos de um dia&lt;br /&gt;Os abraços mais apertados&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas mais salgadas&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza de um rosto&lt;br /&gt;E o semblante de uma pessoa feliz&lt;br /&gt;Deixo agora com vocês&lt;br /&gt;Palavras ditas&lt;br /&gt;Textos e poemas lidos&lt;br /&gt;Amigos&lt;br /&gt;Deixo agora com vocês a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Que agora é levada pelo tempo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-9104503898937656091?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/9104503898937656091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=9104503898937656091&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/9104503898937656091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/9104503898937656091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/03/falas-de-um-moribundo.html' title='Falas de um moribundo'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S5fZHffM_jI/AAAAAAAAAxs/hr3OBblNOfs/s72-c/Bring_Me_To_Life_by_j3ff3rson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-2451083325618431053</id><published>2010-03-08T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:04:31.471-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>Feliz dia da Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S5V0CFhwxoI/AAAAAAAAAxI/KsdK2B7Pejc/s1600-h/felicidade%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S5V0CFhwxoI/AAAAAAAAAxI/KsdK2B7Pejc/s320/felicidade%20(1).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;A todas com carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Aquelas criadas para amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Aquelas que merece todo o valor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Aquelas que conseguem dar vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Aquelas que dão a luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Aquelas que sabem sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Aquelas que são fortes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Aquelas que são humanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Aquelas que choram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Aquelas que ficam de mau humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Aquelas que gritam de alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Aquelas com toque suave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Aquelas que sabem escutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Aquelas que são vaidosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Aquelas que são ousadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Aquelas que são&amp;nbsp;românticas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Aquelas que são simples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Aquelas que tem amor&amp;nbsp;próprio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Aquelas que são mulheres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Uma homenagem do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;a todas as mulheres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feliz Dia Da Mulher!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S5FoJTiWx5I/AAAAAAAAAww/cFEwlpWI-J8/s1600-h/17aae0b1b6c6b8c3846ec19bde274fb9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S5FoJTiWx5I/AAAAAAAAAww/cFEwlpWI-J8/s320/17aae0b1b6c6b8c3846ec19bde274fb9.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Como vão? Bom eu vou bem, só que bem cansada, eu ando muito sem tempo, por isso não estou respondendo aos&amp;nbsp;comentários&amp;nbsp;e nem postando todos os dias, bom só quero lhes avisar que semana que vem vou responder todos os&amp;nbsp;comentários&amp;nbsp;e postar os últimos&amp;nbsp;capítulos&amp;nbsp;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"Alucinações"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Bom Final de semana e&amp;nbsp;juízo&amp;nbsp;a todos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Bjus&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-2808499447965352708?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2808499447965352708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=2808499447965352708&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/2808499447965352708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/2808499447965352708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/03/meus-horarios.html' title='Meus horarios...'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S5FoJTiWx5I/AAAAAAAAAww/cFEwlpWI-J8/s72-c/17aae0b1b6c6b8c3846ec19bde274fb9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-8552788514769685532</id><published>2010-03-03T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:25:11.542-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>O som do coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S5FoomFcO2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/aI-5LoYclJI/s1600-h/4173aea2f7a0cd4183984a7ed41d9529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S5FoomFcO2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/aI-5LoYclJI/s400/4173aea2f7a0cd4183984a7ed41d9529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445248471095065442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#351c75;"&gt;J&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#351c75;"&gt;á posso ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#351c75;"&gt;Vem por dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#351c75;"&gt;Sai por todo o meu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#351c75;"&gt;Sinto me flutuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#351c75;"&gt;É o som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#351c75;"&gt;É o som do meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#351c75;"&gt;O som da minha paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#351c75;"&gt;O som do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#351c75;"&gt;Sinto me feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#351c75;"&gt;Sinto os cristais densos reconstruídos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#351c75;"&gt;Sinto o amor percorrer em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#351c75;"&gt;Posso ouvir o som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#351c75;"&gt;Posso ouvir as batidas do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#351c75;"&gt;Posso ouvir o som da melodia que canta o meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-8552788514769685532?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8552788514769685532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=8552788514769685532&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/8552788514769685532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/8552788514769685532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-som-do-coracao.html' title='O som do coração'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S5FoomFcO2I/AAAAAAAAAw0/aI-5LoYclJI/s72-c/4173aea2f7a0cd4183984a7ed41d9529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-5140600161675016090</id><published>2010-03-02T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T07:07:34.692-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relembrando'/><title type='text'>Meu mundo de criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S40plgmJNiI/AAAAAAAAAwY/RXXqWQmaG_o/s1600-h/3206153bc77205cd334638702c249602.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S40plgmJNiI/AAAAAAAAAwY/RXXqWQmaG_o/s320/3206153bc77205cd334638702c249602.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Era feliz aquele mundo, aquele de antigamente, ele que eu via com olhos totalmente diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;O mundo para mim era doce como o açúcar&lt;br /&gt;Era gostoso como o algodão&lt;br /&gt;Eu via as pessoas como lindos e engraçados palhaços&lt;br /&gt;O circo era minha paixão&lt;br /&gt;Castelos encantados, princesas, tudo era lindo .&lt;br /&gt;A vida era perfeita, o mundo girava em torno da alegria&lt;br /&gt;Era esse meu mundo de criança, um mundo que quando eu fechava os olhos eu via fadas, gnomos, príncipes, princesas, reis e rainhas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu via também aquelas bruxas de chapéus longos, e de vassouras voadoras, com seus grandes narizes com uma berruga no meio.&lt;br /&gt;Era um mundo mágico, um mundo sonhado, era minha realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Papai Noel era&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o Cara&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;pra mim, todos os anos no natal eu estava lá do lado da chaminé, escondida, só para ver se eu o pegava no flagra, mas eu sempre dormia, e nunca conseguia, mas no dia seguinte eu estava lá rindo da minha recaída anterior, mas eu não desistia, sabia que no próximo ano eu estaria ali de novo, esperando por ele!&lt;br /&gt;Meus amigos imaginários, meu ursinho de pelúcia, meu pijama preferido, meu vestido de princesa, meu arquinho preferido, minha história preferida...&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que faziam parte do meu mundo de criança, coisas que sempre farão parte da minha memória, parte do meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-5140600161675016090?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5140600161675016090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=5140600161675016090&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/5140600161675016090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/5140600161675016090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/03/meu-mundo-de-crianca.html' title='Meu mundo de criança'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S40plgmJNiI/AAAAAAAAAwY/RXXqWQmaG_o/s72-c/3206153bc77205cd334638702c249602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-4929152826107544237</id><published>2010-02-28T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T10:44:54.053-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>Uma historia, dois mundos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S4q5jdMHuVI/AAAAAAAAAwM/LYFPW91sj2I/s1600-h/romant...jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S4q5jdMHuVI/AAAAAAAAAwM/LYFPW91sj2I/s320/romant...jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Somos tão diferentes de nós&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vivemos em mundos alternados&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sonhamos sonhos diferentes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você é o leão e eu o cordeiro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;E estamos apaixonados&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você já não sabe mais o que fazer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pois o pegador teve seu coração roubado por uma mocinha ingênua&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;E eu já não sei te esquecer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ambos sabemos o quão impossível é esse nosso amor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pois a donzela não se pode amar um simples camponês&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu me preocupo com todos ao meu redor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;E você não tem ninguém que pense em você, a não ser esse meu coração&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que chora todas as noites por não te ter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você tão irônico&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu tão&amp;nbsp;ingênua&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estamos em mundos diferentes ligados por uma ponte de nome &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-4929152826107544237?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4929152826107544237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=4929152826107544237&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4929152826107544237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4929152826107544237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/uma-historia-dois-mundos.html' title='Uma historia, dois mundos'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S4q5jdMHuVI/AAAAAAAAAwM/LYFPW91sj2I/s72-c/romant...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-6823549456384449641</id><published>2010-02-26T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T10:27:10.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alucinações'/><title type='text'>Alucinações</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S4gNSDrDtYI/AAAAAAAAAvg/H6wPyS6fnpw/s1600-h/buscando+a+solu%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S4gNSDrDtYI/AAAAAAAAAvg/H6wPyS6fnpw/s400/buscando+a+solu%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442614753551955330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Cap.8  -  Buscando a solução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Só conseguimos sair do manicômio umas 3 horas depois:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-Vocês já vão embora? - perguntou a mulher do quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-Sim - respondeu o tal fantasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Eu simplesmente estava olhando para as duas, eu não sabia o que fazer nessas horas, eu as deixei decidir por mim, elas sabiam o que fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-Sierra, tome cuidado, ou eles te pegarão, e você sabe que só tem duas formas de acabar com tudo isso, terminar aqui como eu, ou...ou, se matar! - disse a mulher do quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-Mas eu não quero morrer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-Então terá de correr, mas quem sabe você não encontre uma solução? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-Talvez. - pensei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;  Sai na mesma hora, as duas continuaram ali, fui andando sem rumo, olhando para todos os lados com medo de um deles me pegarem, eu não os conhecia bem, mas sabia que quando os visse eu saberia que era eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Depois de andar por horas cheguei no cemitério, fui direto para onde meus familiares foram enterrados, me deparei com o túmulo de minha avó, me sentei diante dele, fechei os olhos e comecei a chorar, era sabado e segunda-feira meus pais voltariam, eu tinha que resolver isto antes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Quando abri meus olhos novamente vi varias pessoas caminhando para todos os lados, mas elas não eram pessoas comuns, eram fantasmas, senti um aperto no coração, como eu poderia viver com aquilo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; Fiquei olhando para o túmulo de minha avó, quem sabe eu não a veria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-Sierra? Sierra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Olhei para o lado e vi uma pessoa atrás de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-Como sabes quem sou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-A não seria bom da minha parte não te reconhecer, peguei você em meu colo quando você nasceu! Linda menina era...E ainda é, você é uma moça muito linda, parecida com sua avó !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-Você conheceu minha avó?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-Sim, e ela me pediu para lhe dar um recado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-Qual? - me animei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-Bom nós duas eramos muito amigas, por isso eu sabia de seus dons, então antes de morrer sua avó me disse para lhe dizer onde está um baú que contém muitas das coisas que precisa saber, ele está ali! - disse ela apontando para uma árvore que ficava ao centro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-Ali?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-É e você terá de cavar, venha vou lhe mostrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; A mulher me levou até o lugar e me mostrou onde cavar, comecei a cavar antes que alguém me visse, e logo avistei um baú, ele era lindo, e se via o quão antigo era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-Talvez agora eu ache a solução não é? - perguntei esperançosa para a mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Ela em um olhar de paciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;-É quem sabe! Mas lembre-se o melhor lugar para abri-lo é na praia, pois o barulho do mar não deixará que os chacais lhe achem fácil, e o baú é um ótima radar para eles lhe encontrarem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Nessa mesma hora corri para a praia, eu precisava mais do que nunca achar a solução!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;                                          Continua....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-6823549456384449641?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6823549456384449641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=6823549456384449641&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/6823549456384449641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/6823549456384449641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/alucinacoes_26.html' title='Alucinações'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S4gNSDrDtYI/AAAAAAAAAvg/H6wPyS6fnpw/s72-c/buscando+a+solu%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-6179113603998093214</id><published>2010-02-24T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:04:03.045-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Historias que eu contei'/><title type='text'>Um amor de verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S4W9ogVUSzI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/OoSHhR_7gK8/s1600-h/Friends_by_emanesque.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S4W9ogVUSzI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/OoSHhR_7gK8/s1600/Friends_by_emanesque.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava eu e minhas amigas na praia de Linfurr, Beta tomava seu delicioso sorvete enquanto Lee falava em nossas cabeças:&lt;br /&gt;-A vamos lá, olhar aqueles gatos ali, vamos ficar aqui dando bobeira é?!&lt;br /&gt;-A vamos Beta, se não ficaremos loucas com a Lee aqui! - eu já disse estressada&lt;br /&gt;-Está bem, desde que aquele de vermelho seja meu!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Disse Beta apontando para um dos garotos, Lee logo deu uma risadinha e foi andando na frente, a aquelas minhas amigas, só elas para me fazerem aprontar em plena ferias!!&lt;br /&gt;-Oi! - logo disse a destrambelhada da Lee - Eu sou a Lee, qual seu nome?&lt;br /&gt;-Fernando, aquele é o Léo, o Nick e o Vitor!&lt;br /&gt;Na mesma hora Beta deu um xauzinho para Vitor, era ele que ela estava querendo, enquanto eu apenas estava sem jeito, não sabia o que fazer!&lt;br /&gt;-Bom essas são minha amigas, Beta e Cecilia ! - na mesma hora ela se&amp;nbsp;direcionou a nós - O Fernando já é meu! - cochichou&lt;br /&gt;Lee logo puxou Fernando e o chamou para um sorvete, eu achava que ele era quem devia convidar, mas tudo bem, eu já me acostumara com Lee. Beta se sentou no jardim com Vitor, e eu fiquei ali com cara de tonta olhando para os dois que sobrara, eu parecia uma idiota, não sabia o que fazer, acho que até minha irmã de 11 anos já teria tomado conta da situação. Bom decidi me sentar no espaço que havia entre eles, os dois olharam para mim:&lt;br /&gt;-Quantos anos tem? - perguntou Léo&lt;br /&gt;-Tenho 16 - respondi com um sorriso - e vocês?&lt;br /&gt;-Tenho 17 e Nick tem...Quantos anos tem mesmo Nick?&lt;br /&gt;-18! - respondeu ele com uma enorme carisma&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Os dois eram de se apaixonar, lindos, inteligentes, educados, eram perfeitos para mim, agora eu tinha uma dúvida, qual dos dois eu iria ficar?&lt;br /&gt;Ali ficamos a conversar por horas, até que eles me chamaram para tomar sorvete, e eu aceitei, logo fomos e ali selamos &amp;nbsp;novas amizades, vi que dali já era para sempre, fiquei sabendo tudo sobre eles e eles de mim, foi altas risadas e muita conversa.&lt;br /&gt;E para interromper chega Lee e Fernando.&lt;br /&gt;-Vamos Cecilia temos que nos arrumar, temos uma festa hoje a noite.&lt;br /&gt;Disse ela rindo e dando um beijo no rosto de Fernando, olhei para os dois, e dei um tchau, vi eles olharam para mim de uma maneira diferente:&lt;br /&gt;-Me encontre na festa Cecilia! -logo falou Nick&lt;br /&gt;Léo com um olhar de&amp;nbsp;desespero&amp;nbsp;olhou para Nick e logo me disse:&lt;br /&gt;-Estarei te esperando lá também! - disse com um sorriso meio interesseiro&lt;br /&gt;Nick na mesma hora olhou surpreso para Léo, nesse momento sai e fomos a procura de Beta, assim que a achamos fomos para o hotel nos arrumar, aquela seria uma grande festa, eu tinha que me arrumar perfeitamente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Continua....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;P.S: Estou escrevendo essa história mas irei continuar com "Alucinações"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-6179113603998093214?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6179113603998093214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=6179113603998093214&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/6179113603998093214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/6179113603998093214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/um-amor-de-verao.html' title='Um amor de verão'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S4W9ogVUSzI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/OoSHhR_7gK8/s72-c/Friends_by_emanesque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-2225682844488831845</id><published>2010-02-22T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T02:31:53.057-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>Um novo dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S4LAIm4xWGI/AAAAAAAAAuw/HflKtWCTGEI/s1600-h/POSTAR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S4LAIm4xWGI/AAAAAAAAAuw/HflKtWCTGEI/s320/POSTAR.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;A vida sempre nos é surpreendente, nunca sabemos quando ela irá nos dar uma palmada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Todos nós sabemos como é, tem dias que choramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Tem dias que sorrimos até demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Tem dias que brigamos com tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Tem dias que nos desanimamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;E nesses dias jogamos tudo para os ares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;E fazemos coisas de que nos arrependemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Mas quando vemos que existem pessoas que acreditam em nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Que acreditam em nossa capacidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;E que sabem nos dar palavras de conforto e de apoio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Vemos o quanto a vida realmente importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;E que tudo aquilo que esta ao nosso redor faz parte de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;E eu sei o quanto esse blog já faz parte da minha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;E por mais que eu me desanime, e tente, eu jamais conseguirei deixa-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Ele é meu filhinho e eu sua mamãe ashuashuashua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Quero muito agradecer todos aqueles que me apoiaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Lembrarei sempre de vocês...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Estou de volta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt; &lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;háhá Não vão se livrar de mim tão fácil!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-2225682844488831845?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2225682844488831845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=2225682844488831845&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/2225682844488831845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/2225682844488831845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/um-novo-dia.html' title='Um novo dia...'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S4LAIm4xWGI/AAAAAAAAAuw/HflKtWCTGEI/s72-c/POSTAR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-7802953922908433766</id><published>2010-02-17T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T18:08:36.547-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafando'/><title type='text'>Sei lá</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S3ygO7fCz2I/AAAAAAAAAuk/xclrN1SuAds/s1600-h/Imagem+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S3ygO7fCz2I/AAAAAAAAAuk/xclrN1SuAds/s400/Imagem+066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439398628303228770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ando meio cansada, vontade de renovar tudo, meio desistida do In My Life, não sei porque...Quero dizer tenho minhas dúvidas, bom só quero informar aos meus queridos leitores, que ficarei alguns dias sem aparecer aqui, não sei quanto tempo, talvez amanhã eu esteja de volta, semana que vem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simplesmente não sei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos, continuem a visitar o In My Life, pois qualquer hora eu volto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E não se esqueçam de aparecer lá no &lt;a href="http://julietadomeuromeu.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Te encontro às 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E Juizo viu?! hum...ashuashuashua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S&lt;/b&gt;: Quero muito agradecer ao &lt;a href="http://pensamentosqueatormentam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Doce tortura das ilusões&lt;/a&gt; pelo selinho, muito obrigada! &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;                                               &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;( na minha foto eu tô sem boca, ashuashuashua)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/2617838016997422899-7802953922908433766?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7802953922908433766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=7802953922908433766&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/7802953922908433766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/7802953922908433766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/sei-la.html' title='Sei lá'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S3ygO7fCz2I/AAAAAAAAAuk/xclrN1SuAds/s72-c/Imagem+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-2092501738264227901</id><published>2010-02-14T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:41:01.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alucinações'/><title type='text'>Alucinações</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Cap.7 &amp;nbsp;- Os Chacais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S3iJ4AqCUxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/JI4jtacVz3Y/s1600-h/Alucina%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S3iJ4AqCUxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/JI4jtacVz3Y/s320/Alucina%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Já em minha casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Quem é você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Não vemos falar muito, vou ser rápida, os chacais estão loucos, já sabem do seu dom, e não querem que você continue viva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Não me venha com isso! -apavorei - Deus! -clamei- Mas é tanta coisa de uma só vez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Não reclame, sorte a sua de eu ter vindo aqui e lhe avisado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Mas eles podem me matar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Matar? Pior, te fazem não ter paz de espirito, você sai do mundo fisico e sofre a eternidade no mundo das almas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Tá, mas quem é você? Também é um fantasma, como posso saber que não é um deles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Se eu fosse um deles, já teria lhe matado, sou sim um fantasma, morri há 300 anos atrás, estou pressa neste mundo, triste por sinal, queria sair, mas nem sua avó conseguiu me ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Então você sabe muito do mundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Sei, mas não dá pra ficar de muito papo, eles estão vindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Como posso confiar em você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Você não tem como saber, mas lhe digo, venho de muito tempo, aprendi a ter bondade, estou aqui porque preciso da sua ajuda também, sua avó não conseguiu, quem sabe você não consiga me tirar daqui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Olhei para os lados:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Para onde vamos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Venha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Ela saiu me puxando, corriamos como eu jamais corri em toda a minha vida, até então chegarmos em um hospital...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Mas aqui seria o último lugar não? Cheio de espiritos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Isso! Aqui será dificil deles nos achar, eles não saberão quais deles somos.Vamos para a área do manicômio, pois assim eles não saberão quem é você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Corremos e fomos até o último quarto do corredor, por dentro ele era todo branco, eu não sei exatamente como entramos naquele quarto,mas lá tinha uma mulher, ela ficou olhando para mim, e para o tal fantasma ao meu lado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Você também a vê? - perguntei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Sim, porque achas que estou aqui? - respondeu ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Era de se imaginar, terminarei que nem você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Sierra sente-se, eles podem ser atraidos pelo som de nossas vozes, então cale-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Iremos ficar aqui por muito tempo? - cochichei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Eles demoram ir embora - disse a mulher que estava no quarto, olhei para ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Como sabe de quem falamos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Já passei por isso querida...São os chacais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;-Me conte sua historia, quem sabe eu não visualizo a minha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;E assim passei horas e horas escutando a&amp;nbsp;horrível&amp;nbsp;historia daquela senhora, que hoje por todos é chamada de louca. E que um dia terminarei igual, acho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;Continua...&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/2617838016997422899-2092501738264227901?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2092501738264227901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=2092501738264227901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/2092501738264227901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/2092501738264227901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/alucinacoes_14.html' title='Alucinações'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S3iJ4AqCUxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/JI4jtacVz3Y/s72-c/Alucina%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-4126660018711482926</id><published>2010-02-12T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T09:18:00.099-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>Um longo caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S3WIWd-uAFI/AAAAAAAAAt8/KfoDdN_vIQg/s1600-h/varios_caminhos.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437402044705931346" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S3WIWd-uAFI/AAAAAAAAAt8/KfoDdN_vIQg/s400/varios_caminhos.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que tenho um longo caminho pela frente&lt;br /&gt;Sei que posso tropeçar nos trilhos&lt;br /&gt;Muitas das vezes cair&lt;br /&gt;Levantar-me rapidamente ou ficar ali deitada a choramingar&lt;br /&gt;Posso me encontrar com muitos no caminho, mas cada um tem seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Muitos destes me ajudarão a pular barreiras em minha frente&lt;br /&gt;Mas outros &amp;nbsp;só me jogarão contra as paredes&lt;br /&gt;Mas confio em mim, sou forte o bastante para chegar lá!&lt;br /&gt;E a cada amanhecer do sol eu sorrirei pois saberei quem mais uma vez a escuridão acabou e eu não fui derrotada...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-4126660018711482926?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4126660018711482926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=4126660018711482926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4126660018711482926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/4126660018711482926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/um-longo-caminho.html' title='Um longo caminho'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S3WIWd-uAFI/AAAAAAAAAt8/KfoDdN_vIQg/s72-c/varios_caminhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-178409007806836176</id><published>2010-02-10T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T05:08:42.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S3KtQeYMtAI/AAAAAAAAAtw/O8ue8ogi7wc/s1600-h/279d0a8e597d50a1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S3KtQeYMtAI/AAAAAAAAAtw/O8ue8ogi7wc/s320/279d0a8e597d50a1.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 22px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://www.pensador.info/img/comllas.gif); background-origin: initial; display: block; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 40px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;- Ela é tão livre que um dia será presa.&lt;br /&gt;- Presa por quê?&lt;br /&gt;- Por excesso de liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas essa liberdade é inocente?&lt;br /&gt;- É. Até mesmo ingênua.&lt;br /&gt;- Então por que a prisão?&lt;br /&gt;- Porque a liberdade ofende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;                                      &lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Clarice_Lispector/" style="color: blue; font-size: 1em; padding-left: 5px;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-178409007806836176?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/178409007806836176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=178409007806836176&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/178409007806836176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/178409007806836176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Gabriela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11923291387437934607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S3KtQeYMtAI/AAAAAAAAAtw/O8ue8ogi7wc/s72-c/279d0a8e597d50a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-4776481780405088539</id><published>2010-02-09T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:01:55.169-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu escrevi...'/><title type='text'>Ela...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S3GxGfUAWCI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Bi_jtrfEnBs/s1600-h/__could_make_me_float_away____by_Ruhmorqu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S3GxGfUAWCI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Bi_jtrfEnBs/s1600/__could_make_me_float_away____by_Ruhmorqu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela disse que não queria&lt;br /&gt;Ela disse que era infeliz&lt;br /&gt;Ela disse que todos os dias chorava&lt;br /&gt;Ela disse que já não amava&lt;br /&gt;Ela disse que nada mais havia sentido&lt;br /&gt;Ela disse que logo iria morrer&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ela já não vive mais&lt;br /&gt;E você não viu o quanto ela queria apenas chamar tua atenção!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-4776481780405088539?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/TCYrlDTzaeI/AAAAAAAAA-g/peULGk18qr0/S220/Foto0867.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S3GxGfUAWCI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Bi_jtrfEnBs/s72-c/__could_make_me_float_away____by_Ruhmorqu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617838016997422899.post-9157840751168673521</id><published>2010-02-07T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:24:25.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alucinações'/><title type='text'>Alucinações</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Cap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;.6 - Aceitando o dom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S27ydY6Wc5I/AAAAAAAAAsU/VU_YJfBIvck/s1600-h/look.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3jnPHxbORI/S27ydY6Wc5I/AAAAAAAAAsU/VU_YJfBIvck/s1600/look.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Eu sabia que você iria vim! - exclamou a feiticeira - Então qual tentou te matar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Como você sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;- É uma questão de lógica, você não os ajuda, eles te matam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Mas ela - estremeci - nem pediu ajuda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Você tem um dom, o mesmo de sua avó, e você só o tem para ajudar essas pessoas perdidas nesse mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Quem é os chacais? - perguntei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-São outros tipos de seres do além, eles não querem que você ajude essas pessoas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Fantasmas! - interrompi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;- Considere, mas esses chacais são muito perigosos, são capazes de qualquer coisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;- E como me livro disso tudo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Morrendo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Não tem outra solução?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Não...Você terá que conviver com isso até o fim de sua vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Mas como ajudo essas pessoas? - falei já convencida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;- Você precisa saber como elas morreram, para assim saber o motivo delas estarem presas, assim mostra-las o caminho da paz! Você saberá o caminho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;- E devo temer muito esses chacais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Não só você, mas os fantasmas também os temem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;- Esta bem, mas onde está &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Dakota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Dakota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; está atrás de você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Tudo bem - me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;direcionei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; para trás - Vou tentar te ajudar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Dakota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Ela me respondeu com um sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Vamos lá, como você morreu? -perguntei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-No acidente de carro, atrás da rua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Klintons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Está bem, e o que te prende aqui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-A minha procura por meus pais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Olhei para a feiticeira:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-E agora? eu já sei os motivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Agora você a ajudara a achar o caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-É eu sei, mas como?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;A feiticeira se agachou na frente de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Dakota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Querida seus pais já estão no caminho da paz, você só precisa enxergar esse caminho para encontra-los!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Dakota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; sorri, olha para trás e começa a desaparecer aos poucos, eu fiquei admirada com aquilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-É tão fácil assim? -perguntei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Para as pessoas que não tem traumas e são calmas são, mas nem todos sabem lidar com o fato de estarem mortos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Mas virá novos fantasmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Ficamos paradas por um tempo, e um silêncio total, olhei para a feiticeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Os chacais podem machucar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Liss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Não, apenas você! Eles irão te procurar, mas eles não tem muito poder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Como saberei quem são os chacais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Eles são diferentes, parecem sombras com rosto, e seus rosto são completamente deformados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-O que devo fazer se achar algum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Correr, apenas isso, você não é a super mulher, apenas tem visões, e não poderes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Tudo bem, vou embora,  minha vizinha deve estar preocupada comigo, já está quase amanhecendo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Até mais - ela falou sorrindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Espero não precisar vê-la por um bom tempo - falei ironizando e saindo do local&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Agora eu sabia de muitas das coisas que precisava saber, sei que não estou livre ainda daquilo, mas agora saberei lidar com isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;        Continuação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617838016997422899-9157840751168673521?l=meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/feeds/9157840751168673521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2617838016997422899&amp;postID=9157840751168673521&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/9157840751168673521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2617838016997422899/posts/default/9157840751168673521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meulencocorderosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/alucinacoes_07.html' title='Alucinações'/><author><name>Gab
