<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-3976581908934998833</id><updated>2024-12-19T00:31:40.228-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Living to write</title><subtitle type='html'>@marinahamerski follow me:p</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>MarinaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506867026956170099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSL1V4EI6kvE1p3AasYtSQtgMR1-jD65jTxphNeLC-_tPxy9JlJTfmcLQxC36s3ZX3PZfWiChYyk_EpiRxn8TbbZaABjQZ68iMbCrc_9xnmpSuOEsR7AfD_pd0B6LUw/s220/100_0392.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976581908934998833.post-6445500374371819155</id><published>2011-10-11T12:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:21:08.460-03:00</updated><title type='text'>=)  ontii amei essa frase que me mandaram</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #a3a3a3; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ll be loving all the time, it&#39;s true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;&quot;&gt;Cause I want to make it right with you...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6445500374371819155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/10/ontii-amei-essa-frase-que-me-mandaram.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/6445500374371819155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/6445500374371819155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/10/ontii-amei-essa-frase-que-me-mandaram.html' title='=)  ontii amei essa frase que me mandaram'/><author><name>MarinaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506867026956170099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSL1V4EI6kvE1p3AasYtSQtgMR1-jD65jTxphNeLC-_tPxy9JlJTfmcLQxC36s3ZX3PZfWiChYyk_EpiRxn8TbbZaABjQZ68iMbCrc_9xnmpSuOEsR7AfD_pd0B6LUw/s220/100_0392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976581908934998833.post-537731222348044417</id><published>2011-10-11T02:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T02:15:06.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Pela quinhéssima vez voltei a escrever poderia vir com aqueles bla bla blas de coração partido de amor e .... Mas acho que é bem mais interessante estudar ultimamente kkkkkkkkkkkkkkk &amp;nbsp;a vida realmente é foda.. Muito FODA mas como diria meu amigo a vida da voldkas,no momento me sinto totalmente retardada e imbecil de achar que alquem sentiria a mesma coisa que eu estava sentindo mas tambem não me arrependo pois dizem que só devemos nos arrepender do que não fazemos e não tentamos e pode-se afirmar e dizer que eu tentei e tomei no cu. Mais foi tudo perfeito e lindo enquanto durou e espero que o idiota do meu cupido faça o favor de acertar a sua maldita flecha em alguem certo que me complete kkkkkkkkkkk to ate parecendo um pia que gostava de mim no colegio falando desse jeito #fato o certo é que as coisas mudam e hj em dia não to esperando mudanças nem grandes fatos to apenas deixando fluir =p prometo que começarei a escrever coisas descentes nesse blog! kkkk me desculpem .</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/537731222348044417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/537731222348044417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/537731222348044417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>MarinaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506867026956170099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSL1V4EI6kvE1p3AasYtSQtgMR1-jD65jTxphNeLC-_tPxy9JlJTfmcLQxC36s3ZX3PZfWiChYyk_EpiRxn8TbbZaABjQZ68iMbCrc_9xnmpSuOEsR7AfD_pd0B6LUw/s220/100_0392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976581908934998833.post-6448939002933636723</id><published>2011-09-13T00:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T00:19:25.621-03:00</updated><title type='text'>=&#39;)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; Assim como todos os dias desde que te conheci hoje pensei em você, gostaria de te dar um presente e não encontrei nada que fosse tão imenso o bastante para demonstrar meus sentimentos,então a poucos minutos ao chegar em casa encontrei algo que era demonstração pura do meu afeto e amor, hoje vim te entregar aqui esta meu coração e enquanto você cuidar bem dele ele viverá por você. Sabe uma vez acreditei que o amor e a felicidade são plenos em nossas vidas.Hoje posso garantir que o amor existe! O amor é superior a aquilo que pensamos ele consiste na força e vontade de viver da sentido e valor as coisas minimas, ao ser que ama sofre,ao que sofre sente, ao que sente luta, ao que luta .. bem isso nem eu sei.. quando dizemos que amamos mais não lutamos por esse amor .. estamos dizendo totalmente o oposto.Se você algum dia achar que não tem mais motivos pra continuar a seguir olha pra trás e se lembra você tem a mim !</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6448939002933636723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/6448939002933636723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/6448939002933636723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='=&#39;)'/><author><name>MarinaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506867026956170099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSL1V4EI6kvE1p3AasYtSQtgMR1-jD65jTxphNeLC-_tPxy9JlJTfmcLQxC36s3ZX3PZfWiChYyk_EpiRxn8TbbZaABjQZ68iMbCrc_9xnmpSuOEsR7AfD_pd0B6LUw/s220/100_0392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976581908934998833.post-1134763280992233277</id><published>2011-08-23T14:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:30:53.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...Dor de amor é fod*!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Para você, meu coração... Dilacerado do meu peito. Eviscerada, estou. E se  eu pudesse, mergulharia meus dedos... através de meu peito e arrancaria para  fora meu coração e o daria para ti. Uma &#39;massa esponjosa&#39;... de mórbida  patologia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Além de meu coração, há alguns órgãos pequenos que quero  dar-te: glândulas, &#39;víceras&#39;... carnes variadas &lt;br /&gt;
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Eu estou oferecendo  estes presentes. Presentes raros. Eu sei que não chegam nem perto do que você me  deu. &lt;br /&gt;
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Eu ouvi dizer que estes órgãos não podem sobreviver fora do corpo  para mais do que algumas horas. Mas eu tentarei chegar assim que eu puder. O que  quer que aconteça, estará em mim. Em meu coração.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/1134763280992233277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/08/dor-de-amor-e-fod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/1134763280992233277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/1134763280992233277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/08/dor-de-amor-e-fod.html' title='...Dor de amor é fod*!'/><author><name>MarinaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506867026956170099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSL1V4EI6kvE1p3AasYtSQtgMR1-jD65jTxphNeLC-_tPxy9JlJTfmcLQxC36s3ZX3PZfWiChYyk_EpiRxn8TbbZaABjQZ68iMbCrc_9xnmpSuOEsR7AfD_pd0B6LUw/s220/100_0392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976581908934998833.post-761648967335782389</id><published>2011-08-22T09:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T09:28:48.215-03:00</updated><title type='text'>=&#39;( Tatuagem</title><content type='html'>Quero ficar no teu corpo feito tatuagem&lt;br /&gt;
Que é pra te dar coragem&lt;br /&gt;
Pra seguir viagem&lt;br /&gt;
Quando a noite vem.&lt;br /&gt;
E também prá me perpetuar&lt;br /&gt;
Em tua escrava&lt;br /&gt;
Que você pega,esfrega,nega&lt;br /&gt;
Mas não lava,não apaga.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/761648967335782389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/08/tatuagem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/761648967335782389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/761648967335782389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/08/tatuagem.html' title='=&#39;( Tatuagem'/><author><name>MarinaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506867026956170099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSL1V4EI6kvE1p3AasYtSQtgMR1-jD65jTxphNeLC-_tPxy9JlJTfmcLQxC36s3ZX3PZfWiChYyk_EpiRxn8TbbZaABjQZ68iMbCrc_9xnmpSuOEsR7AfD_pd0B6LUw/s220/100_0392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976581908934998833.post-416933629066520382</id><published>2011-08-22T09:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T09:25:03.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo novo</title><content type='html'>Agora to naquela fase de escrever estilo Helena Kolody hi-fi obvio nunca chegarei nem aos pés dela. Só me comparo pq não estou escrevendo mais textos e historias e sim poemas de 5 linhas. Faço isso pq me falta inspiração e pq a ultima coisa que eu escrevi foi uma carta pra 10 anos alem então isso não me traz boas coisas.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/416933629066520382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/08/tudo-novo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/416933629066520382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/416933629066520382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/08/tudo-novo.html' title='Tudo novo'/><author><name>MarinaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506867026956170099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSL1V4EI6kvE1p3AasYtSQtgMR1-jD65jTxphNeLC-_tPxy9JlJTfmcLQxC36s3ZX3PZfWiChYyk_EpiRxn8TbbZaABjQZ68iMbCrc_9xnmpSuOEsR7AfD_pd0B6LUw/s220/100_0392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976581908934998833.post-2300641471549797237</id><published>2011-08-06T01:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T01:37:57.913-03:00</updated><title type='text'>¬¬&#39;</title><content type='html'>Cheguei a conclusão de q o mundo &amp;nbsp;é uma merda de q o twitter me irrita e de q as pessoas q eu sigo não tem senso do ridiculo e q mesmo inocentemente espero q seja inocentemente me irritam com apelidinhos ridiculos diga-se de passagem e que eram meus ..muito bom ciuminho ridiculo inveja tola pqp &amp;nbsp;(y) senta laa Claudia.. as vezes não sei no q devo acreditar to num buraco sem fundo..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;&quot;&gt;Parece que está ficando mais difícil acreditar em qualquer coisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;&quot;&gt;Do que se perder nos meus pensamentos egoístas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;&quot;&gt;Eu quero saber como seria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;&quot;&gt;Achar perfeição no meu orgulho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;&quot;&gt;Não ver nada na luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;&quot;&gt;Eu vou desligar, em todo o meu despeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;&quot;&gt;Em todo o meu despeito, eu vou desligar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;&quot;&gt;E a pior parte é&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;&quot;&gt;Antes que fique um pouco melhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;&quot;&gt;Nós somos dirigidos a um penhasco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;&quot;&gt;E na queda livre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;&quot;&gt;Eu perceberei que estou melhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;&quot;&gt;Ao atingir o fundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;&quot;&gt;A tragédia, ela parece interminável&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;&quot;&gt;Eu estou vendo todos que eu adimirava quebrar e curvando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;&quot;&gt;Nós estamos tomando atalhos e soluções falhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;&quot;&gt;Só pra trazer pra fora o herói&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;&quot;&gt;Bem, eu consigo ver por trás da cortina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;&quot;&gt;(Eu consigo ver agora)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;&quot;&gt;As rodas estão rangendo, girando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;&quot;&gt;Tá tudo errado, do jeito que estamos trabalhando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;&quot;&gt;Em direção a um objetivo que é inexistente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 19px;&quot;&gt;O amor é uma questão de escolhas.É uma questão de tirar os venenos e as adagas da frente e criar o seu próprio final feliz &amp;nbsp;=)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/8738542223015468984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/disse-meredith-grey_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/8738542223015468984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/8738542223015468984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/disse-meredith-grey_28.html' title='Disse Meredith Grey'/><author><name>MarinaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506867026956170099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSL1V4EI6kvE1p3AasYtSQtgMR1-jD65jTxphNeLC-_tPxy9JlJTfmcLQxC36s3ZX3PZfWiChYyk_EpiRxn8TbbZaABjQZ68iMbCrc_9xnmpSuOEsR7AfD_pd0B6LUw/s220/100_0392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976581908934998833.post-6494078784319998007</id><published>2011-07-15T00:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T00:38:22.424-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Quando eu to realmente mal eu não ligo pra erros de português,não ligo ao menos pra um titulo ate pq fico sem criatividade :S sabe quando te dói a alma te dói o peito e vc chora chora chora e ainda continua chorando mas diz pra alguem :nãooo ,ta tudo bem comigo.. Pois é hj eu to assim :( mas na vdd to colhendo o que plantei.. As vezes tenho tanta raiva das coisas que eu faço sabe.. Sei lá ..Pq q eu sou tão retardada com a pessoa que eu mais amo nesse mundo hein? Alguem poderia me dar um soco please.. :S Sabe eu tava ouvindo uma musica bem tensaa mais bonitinha vou postar aki pra vcs pra quem tiver triste se juntar aos chorões virtuais kkkk Eu amo uma pessoa e queria muitoo falar o nome dessa pessoa aki mais a porraw da sociedade não permite né :/ entaoo fiquem só com o video.. amor eu to triste mais TE AMO mais que tudo ..Legall não consegui postar o video mais fica o link entao &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A021XzH5CSw&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;list=PL5F4C7A65550C514D&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A021XzH5CSw&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;list=PL5F4C7A65550C514D&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bjoo pessual :(</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6494078784319998007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/6494078784319998007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/6494078784319998007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>MarinaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506867026956170099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSL1V4EI6kvE1p3AasYtSQtgMR1-jD65jTxphNeLC-_tPxy9JlJTfmcLQxC36s3ZX3PZfWiChYyk_EpiRxn8TbbZaABjQZ68iMbCrc_9xnmpSuOEsR7AfD_pd0B6LUw/s220/100_0392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976581908934998833.post-3733847716430339535</id><published>2011-07-10T21:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T21:57:17.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pro meu super amigo.</title><content type='html'>Um post especial para meu super amigo Diego..&lt;br /&gt;
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Só posso dizer te amo! Seu sarna.. e nunca jamais fique de mal comigo RAM s2</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/3733847716430339535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/pro-meu-super-amigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/3733847716430339535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/3733847716430339535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/pro-meu-super-amigo.html' title='Pro meu super amigo.'/><author><name>MarinaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506867026956170099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSL1V4EI6kvE1p3AasYtSQtgMR1-jD65jTxphNeLC-_tPxy9JlJTfmcLQxC36s3ZX3PZfWiChYyk_EpiRxn8TbbZaABjQZ68iMbCrc_9xnmpSuOEsR7AfD_pd0B6LUw/s220/100_0392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976581908934998833.post-4853926446488604287</id><published>2011-07-10T20:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T20:13:22.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Best que eu loveiooo .. : )</title><content type='html'>Para que serve um amigo? &amp;nbsp;Para rachar a gasolina, emprestar a prancha, recomendar  um disco, dar carona pra festa, passar cola, caminhar &lt;strike&gt;no shopping &lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;na lagoa&amp;nbsp;, segurar a  barra. Todas as alternativas estão corretas, porém isso não basta para guardar  um amigo do lado esquerdo do peito. &lt;br /&gt;
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Milan Kundera, escritor tcheco,  escreveu em seu último livro, &quot;A Identidade&quot;, que a amizade é indispensável para  o bom funcionamento da memória e para a integridade do próprio eu. Chama os  amigos de testemunhas do passado e diz que eles são nosso espelho, que através  deles podemos nos olhar. Vai além: diz que toda amizade é uma aliança contra a  adversidade, aliança sem a qual o ser humano ficaria desarmado contra seus  inimigos. &lt;br /&gt;
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Um amigo não racha apenas a  gasolina: racha lembranças, crises de choro, experiências. Racha a culpa, racha  segredos. &lt;br /&gt;
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Um amigo não empresta apenas a prancha. Empresta o verbo,  empresta o ombro, empresta o tempo, empresta o calor e a jaqueta. &lt;br /&gt;
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Um  amigo não recomenda apenas um disco. Recomenda cautela, recomenda um emprego,  recomenda um país. &lt;br /&gt;
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Um amigo não dá carona apenas pra festa. Te leva pro  mundo dele, e topa conhecer o teu. &lt;br /&gt;
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Um amigo não passa apenas cola. Passa  contigo um aperto, passa junto o reveillon. &lt;br /&gt;
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Um amigo não caminha apenas  no shopping. Anda em silêncio na dor, entra contigo em campo, sai do fracasso ao  teu lado. &lt;br /&gt;
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Um amigo não segura a barra, apenas. Segura a mão, a ausência,  segura uma confissão, segura o tranco, o palavrão, segura o elevador.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Duas dúzias de amigos assim ninguém tem. Se tiver um, amém. E eu tenho : )&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;De longe te hei de amar- da tranquila distância em que o amor é  saudade e o desejo, constância.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;aut&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;aut&quot;&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;autor&quot; href=&quot;http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/cecilia_meireles/&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/4079689459016030226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/0120-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/4079689459016030226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/4079689459016030226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/0120-am.html' title='01:20 A.M'/><author><name>MarinaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506867026956170099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSL1V4EI6kvE1p3AasYtSQtgMR1-jD65jTxphNeLC-_tPxy9JlJTfmcLQxC36s3ZX3PZfWiChYyk_EpiRxn8TbbZaABjQZ68iMbCrc_9xnmpSuOEsR7AfD_pd0B6LUw/s220/100_0392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976581908934998833.post-6093591970276268750</id><published>2011-07-09T21:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T21:55:56.114-03:00</updated><title type='text'>*-* (k)</title><content type='html'>“Passamos toda a vida nos preocupando com o futuro. Fazendo planos para o  futuro. Tentando prever o futuro. Como se desvendá-lo fosse aliviar o impacto.  Mas o futuro está sempre mudando. O futuro é o lar dos nossos medos mais  profundos e das nossas maiores esperanças. Mas uma coisa é certa: quando ele  finalmente se revela, o futuro nunca é como imaginamos”. Tenho certeza que com VOCÊ :X meu futuro sera incrível Te amo pessoinha (L)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/6093591970276268750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/6093591970276268750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/6093591970276268750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/k.html' title='*-* (k)'/><author><name>MarinaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506867026956170099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSL1V4EI6kvE1p3AasYtSQtgMR1-jD65jTxphNeLC-_tPxy9JlJTfmcLQxC36s3ZX3PZfWiChYyk_EpiRxn8TbbZaABjQZ68iMbCrc_9xnmpSuOEsR7AfD_pd0B6LUw/s220/100_0392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976581908934998833.post-590120524901733174</id><published>2011-07-09T19:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T19:37:55.807-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pois é..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Arial&#39;,&#39;sans-serif&#39;; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;Quando a gente era pequeno nossas maiores preocupações eram : Ovos da páscoa,presentes de natal ,e a tal perguntinha: O que eu serei quando crescer? &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Tão obvio, adulto é claro&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;kkkk &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Pois bem sempre desejamos crescer logo,comer de garfo e faca,sentar no banco da frente,ir pra faculdade,fazer 18 anos \o/ . Sério ser adulto não é assim tão estimado quanto se esperava,ser adulto remete a ser responsável e responsabilidade realmente é uma porcaria,enquanto crianças desenham e se ‘preocupam’ em que brincar,adultos devem ganhar a vida para se manter.Isso tudo faz com que os ovos da páscoa e o natal sejam ótimos,não é? Não devíamos nos iludir quando éramos crianças com aqueles sapatos incríveis,super carros,dinheiro,relacionamentos e seus pais não te dizendo o que fazer.Pura ilusão .A parte mais critica da responsabilidade e que quase nunca muda e que você colhe o que planta por justa causa,ser adulto tem suas conseqüências tem os pontos baixos,mais também tem os altos.E quando eu digo dos sapatos,dos super carros,do dinheiro e de relacionamentos e principalmente da não interferência dos seus pais. Essa ilusão é muiiiiiiiiiiiiiiito boa e a responsabilidade e a idade a tornam reais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/590120524901733174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/pois-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/590120524901733174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/590120524901733174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/07/pois-e.html' title='Pois é..'/><author><name>MarinaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506867026956170099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSL1V4EI6kvE1p3AasYtSQtgMR1-jD65jTxphNeLC-_tPxy9JlJTfmcLQxC36s3ZX3PZfWiChYyk_EpiRxn8TbbZaABjQZ68iMbCrc_9xnmpSuOEsR7AfD_pd0B6LUw/s220/100_0392.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976581908934998833.post-3157458992201199236</id><published>2011-07-09T19:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T19:18:26.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes deles ..</title><content type='html'>...Eu não sabia o que era amizade o que era amar e tambem o que é ser louco kkkk são essas criaturas meigas(sarnas) e lindos (desgraçados de feios) Brincadeira são os lindos do meu s2 que me motivam a cada dia .&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Intimidade é uma palavra de cinco sílabas para aqui-está-o-meu-coração-por-favor-esmague-o-como-um-hamburguer-e-se-delicie. É uma coisa ao mesmo tempo desejada e temida. Difícil de conviver com e impossível de se viver sem. Intimidade também vem atrelada a três coisas*: parentes, romance e colegas de quarto. Há algumas coisas que você não consegue escapar. E outras coisas que você nem quer saber.[...]&quot;Gostaria que tivesse um manual sobre intimidade. Algum tipo de guia para te dizer quando você cruzou a linha. Seria legal se você a visse chegando, mas eu sei lá como eu colocaria isso num mapa. Você a tem onde pode e vai levando até onde você consegue. E, quanto as regras, talvez não tenha nenhuma... Talvez as regras da intimidade que você tenha que definir pos si só. Grey`s Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;
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Nada mais é do que um cãozinho virtual,abaixo dele existe uma barra que você pode escrever os seguintes comandos.&lt;br /&gt;
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Die ( finja de morto)&lt;br /&gt;
roll(rolar)&lt;br /&gt;
talk(latir)&lt;br /&gt;
kiss(lamber) &lt;br /&gt;
jump(pular no sofa)&lt;br /&gt;
dance(dançar)&lt;br /&gt;
sit(sentar)&lt;br /&gt;
stand up(ficar em pé)&lt;br /&gt;
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Agora que já sabe os comandos é só se divertir! &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.idodogtricks.com/index_flash.html&quot;&gt;http://www.idodogtricks.com/index_flash.html&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/feeds/9038238242439300964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/01/pra-quem-gosta-de-caes-i-do-dog-tricks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/9038238242439300964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3976581908934998833/posts/default/9038238242439300964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsofminutes.blogspot.com/2011/01/pra-quem-gosta-de-caes-i-do-dog-tricks.html' title='Pra quem gosta de cães!! I do dog tricks'/><author><name>MarinaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506867026956170099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSL1V4EI6kvE1p3AasYtSQtgMR1-jD65jTxphNeLC-_tPxy9JlJTfmcLQxC36s3ZX3PZfWiChYyk_EpiRxn8TbbZaABjQZ68iMbCrc_9xnmpSuOEsR7AfD_pd0B6LUw/s220/100_0392.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikmNawC_mAT-dQ7s5sGJ1zG_dDTE1dBk6s1X4Qv-IVlL0Qa_KJQosBfIyYAox3O9Qlb2TUmgcvNTlY8wu-h10pf33t3CgLtvkr83kmGszY-dmQj3Kt6I4sSXL9rFVlg8Q99qPNXiuBPyrB/s72-c/Capturar.PNG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3976581908934998833.post-6357541320553999875</id><published>2011-01-28T18:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T19:02:48.342-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conheça Guarapuava uma bela cidade aushuashauhsuahsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Guarapuava&lt;/b&gt; é a cidade mais fria do mundo, localizada no centro-sul do estado do &lt;a href=&quot;http://desciclo.pedia.ws/wiki/Paran%C3%A1&quot; title=&quot;Paraná&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #002bb8;&quot;&gt;Paraná&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Na verdade, &lt;a class=&quot;new&quot; href=&quot;http://desciclo.pedia.ws/index.php?title=In%C3%A1cio_Martins&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1&quot; title=&quot;Inácio Martins (página não existe)&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc2200;&quot;&gt;Inácio Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; é mais fria, mas como não tem asfalto, nem condições básicas de saúde, educação e infra-estrutura, esta não pode ser considerada uma cidade. --- Guarapuava é famosa por suas extensas plantações de sagu; --- Assim como a amazonia é o pulmão do mundo, Guarapuava é o refrigerador do mundo. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;b&gt;o verão de Guarapuava é tao bom que ate o inverno vem tirar férias aqui.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;Ela é famosa por seus invernos rigorosos, onde é decretado &lt;a href=&quot;http://desciclo.pedia.ws/wiki/F%C3%A9rias&quot; title=&quot;Férias&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #002bb8;&quot;&gt;férias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; coletivas, entre os meses de &lt;a href=&quot;http://desciclo.pedia.ws/wiki/Abril&quot; title=&quot;Abril&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #002bb8;&quot;&gt;abril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href=&quot;http://desciclo.pedia.ws/wiki/Outubro&quot; title=&quot;Outubro&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #002bb8;&quot;&gt;outubro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Afirmam teorias, que não existem &lt;a class=&quot;new&quot; href=&quot;http://desciclo.pedia.ws/index.php?title=Termometros&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1&quot; title=&quot;Termometros (página não existe)&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc2200;&quot;&gt;termometros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; com tamanha capacidade de medir a &lt;a class=&quot;new&quot; href=&quot;http://desciclo.pedia.ws/index.php?title=Temperatura&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1&quot; title=&quot;Temperatura (página não existe)&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc2200;&quot;&gt;temperatura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hiper-congelante que domina a essa simpatica cidade. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a class=&quot;new&quot; href=&quot;http://desciclo.pedia.ws/index.php?title=Guarapuavanos&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1&quot; title=&quot;Guarapuavanos (página não existe)&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc2200;&quot;&gt;Guarapuavanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; são famosos, como os seres de maior resistencia ao frio já existente no universo, sendo diversas vezes contemplados com o prêmio &quot;strongest ice people of the world&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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