<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;AkEBSXs_fSp7ImA9Wx9XFUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118</id><updated>2011-01-09T10:44:18.545-08:00</updated><title>Melosquencia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEAERH06eip7ImA9Wx9XFUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118.post-6965773250419660120</id><published>2011-01-09T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T10:11:45.312-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-09T10:11:45.312-08:00</app:edited><title>Viva!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Deitada naquela cama de hospital, uma senhora de setenta e dois anos lembrou da cena , onde sua filha, chorava de solidão e vazio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ela não aguentava mais lembrar daquilo, era dor demais para uma mãe. Ela ficava se perguntando, sem acreditar caindo aos prantos - De novo, porque? - Porque não ajudei minha filha quando ela estava chorando em meus braços?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Queria dar conselhos , acalmá-la, mas, sua filha parecia demais com ela, ambas orgulhosas, não queriam demonstrar fraquezas e sua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; razão era o que mais importava. Medrosas. Tinham medo de tomar decisões erradas, e acabavam errando. Tinham medo de sofrer e sofriam mais tentando não sofrer. Tinham medo de se enganar e de admitir um engano, e no final acabavam enganando a si mesmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Não se sabe ao certo, mas, talvez mãe e filha se tornará de tal forma, devidos aos tapas na cara que a vida lhe dera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Elas eram bem sucedidas financeiramente. A parede de suas casas não cabiam mais tantos diplomas. A filha era o espelho da mãe. A mãe no entanto não se orgulhava disso, pois acabará velha, deitada em uma cama de hospital, onde os outros se lembraram dela pelo fato dela estar a beira da morte. Ela não queria ver isso se repetir com sua filha. Sua unica filha , linda e tão amada. Amada por uma mãe que se culpava de ter forçado muito a filha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Forçado a estudar incansavelmente, invés de deixa-la sair com amigos, que agora nem à procuram mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Forçado a não se relacionar com ninguém, que o amor não trazia felicidade, e etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E chegou o dia que a mãe não precisou mais força-la a nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sua filha já era fria, sem coração, sem amigos. Mas ela havia se sobrecarregado, chorando nos braços de sua mãe, que estava deitada em uma cama de hospital, morrendo. E sua mãe não lhe ajudou, não lhe disse nada. A filha sentiu-se culpada pois era sua mãe que estava morrendo , e ela dando-lhe mais problemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E mãe também sentia-se culpada por está morr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;endo, ela não queria ir sem antes falar algumas coisas para a filha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Chamou a enfermeira, que foi correndo ao quarto da senhora, ao chegar la, a mãe disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Ligue para a minha filha e a chame, por favor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Quinze minutos depois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A filha chega ao hospital, estava muito agitado o corredor do quarto de sua mãe. Ela não estava nada bem. Foi correndo ao encontro de sua mãe, chorando, pois temia o pior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ao entrar no quarto, o médico mandou a garota se retirar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Em seguida a notícia vinda do médico:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Eu sinto muito, sua mãe se foi !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A garota não sabia encontrar o chão, e caiu. Era tanto dor que seu coração apertava a ponto dela desmoronar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A Enfermeira veio correndo, e lhe disse, com palavras de conforto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Sua mãe me disse que não resistiria, e antes de ir, pediu que eu escrevesse pra ela, e junto com a carta pediu que lhe entregasse essa foto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A Enfermeira, entrega a carta e a foto para aquela filh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;a que acabará de perder sua mãe, e que estava pálida de tanta dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A carta dizia o seguinte :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Minha querida filha não cometa os mesmo erros que eu.  Te forcei muitas coisas, ao invés de ter te  ensinado. Obriguei-lhe a esquecer invés de perdoar. Dei-lhe diplomas e tirei seus amigos. Dei-lhe amor e não permiti que amasse.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu tive medo de morrer e com tanto medo esqueci de viver.   Eu não sabia o que eu queria da vida, e sofro ao ver ela acabando sem eu ainda saber. Eu não descobri e não vivi. Mas, quero que se permita descobrir. Quero que &lt;b&gt;viva&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="font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TSnzlXwh-nI/AAAAAAAAAdM/NDuoYotVSN8/s320/m%25C3%25A3eefilha.melosquencia.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560243038323866226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Não temos que ter medo da morte, e sim de morremos sem termos vivido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&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/1632646095122249118-6965773250419660120?l=a-melosquencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/6965773250419660120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2011/01/viva_09.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/6965773250419660120?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/6965773250419660120?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2011/01/viva_09.html' title='Viva!'/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10697176447846286461'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TSnzlXwh-nI/AAAAAAAAAdM/NDuoYotVSN8/s72-c/m%25C3%25A3eefilha.melosquencia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkQFSHY7fSp7ImA9Wx9XFUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118.post-5013830164622962906</id><published>2011-01-09T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T10:38:39.805-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-09T10:38:39.805-08:00</app:edited><title>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TSoAmvtcMvI/AAAAAAAAAdU/7fssoybjcrw/s1600/layla.melosquencia.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TSoAmvtcMvI/AAAAAAAAAdU/7fssoybjcrw/s400/layla.melosquencia.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560257355584385778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1632646095122249118-5013830164622962906?l=a-melosquencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/5013830164622962906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2011/01/viva.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/5013830164622962906?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/5013830164622962906?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2011/01/viva.html' title='.'/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10697176447846286461'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TSoAmvtcMvI/AAAAAAAAAdU/7fssoybjcrw/s72-c/layla.melosquencia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkMFRX4_fyp7ImA9Wx9QFUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118.post-4085913853909968039</id><published>2010-12-28T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T11:26:54.047-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-28T11:26:54.047-08:00</app:edited><title>Dor ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...ela vem de várias formas, quando ficamos doentes sentimos dor,  vamos ao hospital, os médicos receitam remédios para tomarmos, com isso a dor ameniza ou some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tem também aquelas "pontadinhas" dolorosas normais que vivemos no dia-a-dia, devido a raiva que passamos ou outra coisa do tipo. Mas, tem dores que vem no seu nível mais elevado, que tira nossa alegria, e bloqueia tudo ao nosso redor, fazendo agente se concentrar somente no quanto dói.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como lidamos com a dor é problema nosso, superamos, anestesiamos, abraçamos, ignoramos ou simplesmente vamos levando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O que nos resta é descarta-la e esperar para que ela passe sozinha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não existe soluções fáceis para curar uma dor, algumas vezes podemos até contorná-la, mas na maioria das vezes a dor nos pega onde menos esperamos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TRo3CUuB5uI/AAAAAAAAAc4/wYmrSUIFvZI/s200/dor.melosquencia.jpg" style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555813603375965922" /&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" &gt;A &lt;i&gt;verdade&lt;/i&gt; é que não tem como contornar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; a dor,temos que superá-la por que a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;cada dia a vida dói mais.&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Gray's Anatomy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;adaptação Ingrid Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1632646095122249118-4085913853909968039?l=a-melosquencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/4085913853909968039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/dor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/4085913853909968039?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/4085913853909968039?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/dor.html' title='Dor ...'/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10697176447846286461'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TRo3CUuB5uI/AAAAAAAAAc4/wYmrSUIFvZI/s72-c/dor.melosquencia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkUFQHozcSp7ImA9Wx9QFUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118.post-352652120757756341</id><published>2010-12-26T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T11:23:31.489-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-28T11:23:31.489-08:00</app:edited><title>Tenha medo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Aqui em casa, sempre teve em algum lugar  um adesivo com a certa frase ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;" Encare seus medos , viva seus sonhos "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Acho que por isso o medo nunca foi meu forte, desde pequena sempre fui de encarar os medos que me bloqueavam de fazer algo. Não gostava nem de pensar que não fiz algo só porque meu psicológico tinha uma falha, tinha medo. Era nesse momento que eu o e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ncarava e o enfrentava. Quando doía, eu via o motivo do medo e começava a rir pensando "- Era pra ter medo mesmo", quando dava certo eu ria novamente e pensava " - Nossa! Aquele medo todo por isso? ". Confesso que na maioria das vezes  foi doloroso,  mas ainda estou viva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Uma vez vi em algum lugar, não me lembro exatamente onde, a seguinte pergunta ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;O que você faria se não tivesse medo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Na hora a resposta me veio bem óbvia, - Tudo que eu não faço por que tenho medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mas continuei  a pensar e reconheci  que o medo é necessário, pois ele faz com que não cometemos burrices, ou até mesmo nos mantém vivos. É, vivos! Se não fosse o me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;do, haviam muito mais loucos pulando de prédios tentando se matar, por exemplo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Quantas vezes ficamos tão tristes , zangados e revoltados. Quantas vezes  ficamos tão mal a ponto de querer a morte. Mas haviam  fatores que nos impediam de fazer tal burrice, dentre eles eu cito o medo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Foi então que mudei minha resposta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Se eu não tivesse medo, junto a ele eu não teria amigos, porque com certeza na ausência do medo de perde-los, em um momento difícil eu teria falado algo que magoassem-os. Se eu não tivesse medo, eu não seria quem eu sou hoje. Se eu não tivesse medo, talvez nem estivesse aqui hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TRhB_OVbx1I/AAAAAAAAAcg/UvqKeAF7zCo/s320/medo.melosquencia.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555262694797068114" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;E você o que faria se não tivesse medo, ou melhor, o que você seria se não tivesse medo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1632646095122249118-352652120757756341?l=a-melosquencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/352652120757756341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/tenha-medo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/352652120757756341?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/352652120757756341?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/tenha-medo.html' title='Tenha medo.'/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10697176447846286461'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TRhB_OVbx1I/AAAAAAAAAcg/UvqKeAF7zCo/s72-c/medo.melosquencia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEMHQnk_fCp7ImA9Wx9QE08.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118.post-7716513191018439265</id><published>2010-12-24T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T16:13:53.744-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-25T16:13:53.744-08:00</app:edited><title>Will you be there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In our darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;In my deepest despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will you still care?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be there?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my trials and my tribulationsThrough our doubts and frustrations&lt;br /&gt;In my violence&lt;br /&gt;In my turbulence&lt;br /&gt;Through my fear and my confessions&lt;br /&gt;In my anguish and my pain&lt;br /&gt;Through my joy and my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;In the promise of another tomorrowI'll never let you part&lt;br /&gt;For you're always in my heart&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TRaIaN3JeUI/AAAAAAAAAcU/yBTh2GA66C0/s320/willyoubethere.melosquencia.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554777174387030338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;No nosso momento mais sombrio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;No meu pior desespero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você ainda vai se importar?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você estará lá?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Nas minhas provações e minhas tribulações&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Pelas nossas dúvidas e frustrações&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Na minha violência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Na minha turbulência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Pelo meu medo e minhas confissões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Na minha angústia e minha dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Pela minha alegria e minha tristeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Na promessa de um outro amanhã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Nunca deixarei você partir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Pois você está para sempre no meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michael Jackson.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1632646095122249118-7716513191018439265?l=a-melosquencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/7716513191018439265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/will-you-be-there.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/7716513191018439265?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/7716513191018439265?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/will-you-be-there.html' title='Will you be there'/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10697176447846286461'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TRaIaN3JeUI/AAAAAAAAAcU/yBTh2GA66C0/s72-c/willyoubethere.melosquencia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkMGRnw7eSp7ImA9Wx9QEU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118.post-2951448534301407517</id><published>2010-12-23T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T13:07:07.201-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-23T13:07:07.201-08:00</app:edited><title>Chega!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TRO488n3ZZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/yPU3TGnCG-M/s1600/goth344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TRO488n3ZZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/yPU3TGnCG-M/s400/goth344.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553986122682951058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E eu corro no espelho de novo e repito cem vezes que não gosto de você. Não gosto de você. Não gosto de você. Porque se eu gostar de você, eu sei que você vai embora. E eu simplesmente não aguento mais ninguém indo embora. Porque nessa vida maluca só se dá bem quem ignora completamente a brevidade da vida e brinca de não estar nem aí para o amor. E eu preciso me dar bem e por isso ignoro minha urgência pelo amor. A minha urgência por você. Porque, se você sentir urgência em mim, vai é correr urgente daqui. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Chega!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;tati b.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&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/1632646095122249118-2951448534301407517?l=a-melosquencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/2951448534301407517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/chega.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/2951448534301407517?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/2951448534301407517?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/chega.html' title='Chega!'/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10697176447846286461'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TRO488n3ZZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/yPU3TGnCG-M/s72-c/goth344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUcNQ3o6cCp7ImA9Wx9QEU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118.post-3009040231259786155</id><published>2010-12-23T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T09:58:12.418-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-23T09:58:12.418-08:00</app:edited><title>' viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TRONcP2bldI/AAAAAAAAAb8/EcwRX34oK4c/s1600/melosquencia.viver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TRONcP2bldI/AAAAAAAAAb8/EcwRX34oK4c/s400/melosquencia.viver.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553938281908639186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;Não temos que ter medo da morte, e sim de morrermos sem termos vivido.&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/1632646095122249118-3009040231259786155?l=a-melosquencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/3009040231259786155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/viver.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/3009040231259786155?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/3009040231259786155?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/viver.html' title='&apos; viver'/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10697176447846286461'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TRONcP2bldI/AAAAAAAAAb8/EcwRX34oK4c/s72-c/melosquencia.viver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkIMRn07fCp7ImA9Wx9QEEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118.post-58490689089979715</id><published>2010-12-21T17:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T15:29:47.304-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-22T15:29:47.304-08:00</app:edited><title>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TRFReJhnP0I/AAAAAAAAAb0/-NOtOxTdm54/s1600/melosquencia.f%25C3%25A9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TRFReJhnP0I/AAAAAAAAAb0/-NOtOxTdm54/s320/melosquencia.f%25C3%25A9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553309393919360834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Encontro-me mais uma vez, deitada em minha cama , presa ao meus pensamentos - eles são tantos- divida entre tantas coisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E na incerteza do futuro, não sei se cabe a mim, tomar certas decisões. Mas cabe a mim procurar minha felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1632646095122249118-58490689089979715?l=a-melosquencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/58490689089979715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_21.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/58490689089979715?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/58490689089979715?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_21.html' title='.'/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10697176447846286461'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TRFReJhnP0I/AAAAAAAAAb0/-NOtOxTdm54/s72-c/melosquencia.f%25C3%25A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkQCSHs6eSp7ImA9Wx9RGUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118.post-4217189177374165280</id><published>2010-12-21T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T16:39:29.511-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-21T16:39:29.511-08:00</app:edited><title>Reason to live</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TRFIutdeyMI/AAAAAAAAAbk/wnGPjDQ-xkc/s1600/amor.melosquencia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TRFIutdeyMI/AAAAAAAAAbk/wnGPjDQ-xkc/s200/amor.melosquencia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553299782838962370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é a razão por que eu vivo&lt;br /&gt;Quando o sol se põe&lt;br /&gt;Nós mergulhamos na noite,&lt;br /&gt;Você é a razão porque eu entrego&lt;br /&gt;Entrego a você todo o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Invés do meu orgulho, invés do meu orgulho&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo o seu rosto por todo lugar que eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Eu escuto a sua voz no vento que bate&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes me pergunto se estou perdendo o chão&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei que um grande amor é difícil de se encontrar.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/gotthard/362746/traducao.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Gotthard - Reason to live&lt;/span&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/1632646095122249118-4217189177374165280?l=a-melosquencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/4217189177374165280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/reason-to-live.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/4217189177374165280?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/4217189177374165280?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/reason-to-live.html' title='Reason to live'/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10697176447846286461'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TRFIutdeyMI/AAAAAAAAAbk/wnGPjDQ-xkc/s72-c/amor.melosquencia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEUMSHw9fSp7ImA9Wx9RGU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118.post-4641379830520216154</id><published>2010-12-20T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T19:31:29.265-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-20T19:31:29.265-08:00</app:edited><title>Resposta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TRAe4k9IhUI/AAAAAAAAAbM/-LVLCZjtdPU/s1600/Noite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TRAe4k9IhUI/AAAAAAAAAbM/-LVLCZjtdPU/s320/Noite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552972297889416514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Era  hora de deitar , afinal de contas já estava tarde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas ela não estava com sono, a madrugada fazia ela refletir sobre tudo que acontecera naquela tarde, naquela semana, naquele mês. Os últimos acontecimentos foram de grande impacto em seu psicológico, poderia ter sido pior, mas mesmo assim foram profundos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi naquele dia, que veio o medo. Medo de tomar mais atitudes precipitadas. Medo de fazer algo que não soasse bem ao ouvido de quem ela mais se importava naquele momento. Medo da perda, ou até mesmo o medo de continuar nessa incerteza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ela precisava de palavras, mesmo que muitas atitudes tivessem sido tomadas, mas ela estava tão cega que não conseguia enxergar nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ela falou. Ela tinha medo da resposta depois de tanto ter falado, e acabou pedindo por silêncio. Passaram dias, e agora o que ela mais precisa é de uma resposta. O silêncio que ela pediu, agora lhe atormentava. Ela precisava de uma resposta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mesmo que fosse um ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Não!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ela precisava viver sem aquele tanto de medo.&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/1632646095122249118-4641379830520216154?l=a-melosquencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/4641379830520216154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/resposta.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/4641379830520216154?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/4641379830520216154?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/resposta.html' title='Resposta.'/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10697176447846286461'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TRAe4k9IhUI/AAAAAAAAAbM/-LVLCZjtdPU/s72-c/Noite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ak4DSX8_fSp7ImA9Wx9RGUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118.post-8696288295721433687</id><published>2010-12-15T13:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T16:49:38.145-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-21T16:49:38.145-08:00</app:edited><title>Aprendi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TRFK4xjmNxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/5UIs4FKzQrY/s1600/DSC05946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TRFK4xjmNxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/5UIs4FKzQrY/s320/DSC05946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553302154760304402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aprendi que devo dizer adeus para as pessoas que eu amo, e  deixando-as existentes em meu coração. Que sorrir é necessário. Sorrir pra quem não gosta de mim para mostrá-las que sou diferente delas ou do que elas pensam sobre mim. Sorrir, quando na verdade quero é gritar as minhas dores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passei a fingir que tudo está bem quando na verdade está péssimo, para que assim eu acredite que tudo vai melhorar.  Falo muito, mas aprendi a me calar e ouvir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os erros?  Incontáveis, porém necessários, aprendi muito com eles. Pois a cada dia tento ser uma pessoa melhor. Passei a ser mais forte para ajudar os que eu amo, quando eles estão com problemas, e a ouvi-los quando precisam desabafar.A ser mais carinhosa com todos que precisam do meu carinho, e também porque preciso do carinho deles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aprendi a mostrar o meu amor, para quem amo. Porque quem sabe assim, eles possam me amar também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1632646095122249118-8696288295721433687?l=a-melosquencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/8696288295721433687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/aprendi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/8696288295721433687?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/8696288295721433687?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/aprendi.html' title='Aprendi.'/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10697176447846286461'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TRFK4xjmNxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/5UIs4FKzQrY/s72-c/DSC05946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEYFRHY5fyp7ImA9Wx9RFEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118.post-2385950503221862176</id><published>2010-12-15T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T12:48:35.827-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-15T12:48:35.827-08:00</app:edited><title>Drugs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TQkpN1wGfII/AAAAAAAAAa8/hqpCRMZo7Fs/s1600/meteoro%2Bda%2Bpaix%25C3%25A3o.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TQkpN1wGfII/AAAAAAAAAa8/hqpCRMZo7Fs/s200/meteoro%2Bda%2Bpaix%25C3%25A3o.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551013333454716034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerollaine encontra-se mais uma vez cantarolando:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Te dei o sol, te dei o mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pra ganhar seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Você é raio de saudade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Meteoro da paixão,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Explosão de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Que eu não pude acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ah! Como é bom poder te amar! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;♫♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua mãe ao chegar em casa, pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Que isso Kerollaine?&lt;div&gt;- Música né mãe, estou cantando!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pois pare. Isso não é música , é &lt;b&gt;POLUIÇÃO SONORA&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...FATO&lt;/div&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/1632646095122249118-2385950503221862176?l=a-melosquencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/2385950503221862176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/drugs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/2385950503221862176?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/2385950503221862176?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/drugs.html' title='Drugs!'/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10697176447846286461'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TQkpN1wGfII/AAAAAAAAAa8/hqpCRMZo7Fs/s72-c/meteoro%2Bda%2Bpaix%25C3%25A3o.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkMBQ307eip7ImA9Wx9REks.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118.post-1492116293254322842</id><published>2010-12-13T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:27:32.302-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-13T11:27:32.302-08:00</app:edited><title>Tentativa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Manuele prepare a sala de cirurgia por favor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Ele vai ser mais um para ganhar experiência Dr. Marco?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Claro que não, vamos operá-lo para tentar salvá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Mas... O senhor não acha , quer dizer ... Ele já está em péssimo estado doutor, ele está ( a menina gagueja ) quase morto! Pra que operá-lo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Ainda há respiração e o coração ainda bate. Então à uma tentativa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cinco horas depois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Vem o doutor de cabeça baixa, enxugando as mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A enfermeira se aproxima, olha em seus olhos e percebe o que houve pela tristeza em seu olhar. O Dr. Marco lhe pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Onde está a família?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Logo ali doutor , mas antes, posso lhe fazer uma pergunta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Deve ser muito difícil da uma noticia dessas. Como o senhor consegue, ser tão forte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Querida Manuele, lembra quando você disse que ele já estava quase morto, e em seguida me perguntou pra que operá-lo, e eu lhe disse que ainda havia uma tentativa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Lembro-me sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Essa é a minha força para dar a notícia a família...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;... Agora posso dizer a eles que tentei de tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21.6px; "&gt;&lt;br /&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/1632646095122249118-1492116293254322842?l=a-melosquencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/1492116293254322842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/tentativa.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/1492116293254322842?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/1492116293254322842?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/tentativa.html' title='Tentativa.'/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10697176447846286461'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0AMQnczeip7ImA9Wx9SGEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118.post-5833205921929271522</id><published>2010-12-07T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T05:43:03.982-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-08T05:43:03.982-08:00</app:edited><title>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O único digno de idolatria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e do mais sincero e verdadeiro amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquele que nos protege, nos acolhe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que limpas nossos olhos quando eles choram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquele que só de ouvir , ou pensar em seu nome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;já transforma vidas e enche corações de alegria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquele  que nos amou, nos curou e libertou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ur2FXrA7sv8&amp;amp;feature=BF&amp;amp;list=QL&amp;amp;index=1"&gt;Jesus&lt;/a&gt; , eu te amo !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1632646095122249118-5833205921929271522?l=a-melosquencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/5833205921929271522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/third-day-cry-out-to-jesus-legendado-em.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/5833205921929271522?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/5833205921929271522?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/third-day-cry-out-to-jesus-legendado-em.html' title='.'/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10697176447846286461'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C04EQ384fSp7ImA9Wx9SFkg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118.post-1005080914422483926</id><published>2010-12-04T19:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T08:11:42.135-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-06T08:11:42.135-08:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TPr6sc_gCYI/AAAAAAAAAZs/G4xmPyc5STI/s200/melosquenciaSepara%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpeg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547021532663908738" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Queria te ter de volta em  meus braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mas você nunca foi meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Queria viver o sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Onde vou ao encontro teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mas, a cada dia que passa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Meu destino se separa do seu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ingrid Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1632646095122249118-1005080914422483926?l=a-melosquencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/1005080914422483926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/queria-te-ter-de-volta-em-meus-bracos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/1005080914422483926?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/1005080914422483926?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/queria-te-ter-de-volta-em-meus-bracos.html' title=''/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10697176447846286461'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TPr6sc_gCYI/AAAAAAAAAZs/G4xmPyc5STI/s72-c/melosquenciaSepara%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUMBSXc8fSp7ImA9Wx9SE0k.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118.post-1751343714492326217</id><published>2010-12-02T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T18:30:58.975-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-02T18:30:58.975-08:00</app:edited><title>Até quando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vim aqui por meio de palavras tentar expressar o que vivo e sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já que meus sentimentos é tão difícil de transmitir, não sei se foi eu que me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;fechei para o mundo, ou o mundo que se fechou para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O mundo é aquela pessoa que sem perceber consegue tudo de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É aquele pessoa que você ama mas por escondido.  E de tanto tempo se escondendo,  a cada dia vai ficando mais difícil e mais dolorido esconder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;tanto carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A questão é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;... falar ou continuar escondendo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vamos ver até onde meu coração suporta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TPhRK_-3lLI/AAAAAAAAAZk/PPO2wlnAKhk/s320/melosquenciaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546272190522430642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px; " /&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/1632646095122249118-1751343714492326217?l=a-melosquencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/1751343714492326217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/ate-quando.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/1751343714492326217?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/1751343714492326217?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/12/ate-quando.html' title='Até quando...'/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10697176447846286461'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TPhRK_-3lLI/AAAAAAAAAZk/PPO2wlnAKhk/s72-c/melosquenciaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkUGQH0_eCp7ImA9Wx9TFE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118.post-8860666028390175757</id><published>2010-11-21T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T05:57:01.340-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-11-22T05:57:01.340-08:00</app:edited><title>Descoberta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; "&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Me rendi à coisas que eu nunca me renderia, só para poupar brigas e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;constrangimento. Mergulhei no desconhecido só para sentir o sabor do que é novo. Tentei entender o sentido da vida. Tentei entender as pessoas. E&lt;i&gt; descobri&lt;/i&gt;, que viver vai além de qualquer entendimento.  E que as pessoas podem ser sempre elas mesmas, mas nunca serão as mesmas. Então temos que compreendê-las. Temos que &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;amá-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; "&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ingrid Rodrigues &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/1632646095122249118-8860666028390175757?l=a-melosquencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/8860666028390175757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/11/descoberta.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/8860666028390175757?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/8860666028390175757?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/11/descoberta.html' title='Descoberta.'/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10697176447846286461'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkUCQXs5eSp7ImA9Wx9TFE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118.post-6865418718813275583</id><published>2010-11-20T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T05:57:40.521-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-11-22T05:57:40.521-08:00</app:edited><title>Brincadeira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Mas, como é, essa brincadeira? Perguntou Júlia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- É bem simples...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Antes de terminar a frase. Entra ele. De blusa branca, radiando o caminho, com seu olhar sedutor, que fez Sophie suspirar - Como ele é lindo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- O que você disse ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Nada Júlia, nada! Responde a garota desconfiada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então, vinha ele, ao encontro &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;das duas moças.  Ao chegar Júlia afobada como sempre, inclui Jake na conversa , sem mesmo pedir autorização.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Sophie estava falando sobre uma brincadeira antes de você chegar. Bom  que agora, ela fala pra nós dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Sério?  Que brincadeira é essa Sofi? Ela amava quando ele à chamava assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sophia rir , meio de lado e diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Você não pode saber Jake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Mas porque?  Pergunta os dois , sem entenderem absolutamente nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sophie começa a conversar consigo mesma em seus pensamentos solitários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Júlia sai indignada, res&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;mungando. A garota odiava quando a amiga fazia isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jake no entanto insistiu que Sophie contasse  o porquê que ele não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;poderia saber da tal brincadeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sophie criou um pouco de coragem o pronunciou tranqüilamente  cada palavra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Você brincaria comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Deixaria eu brincar com você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Sim. Mas que brincadeira é essa? Jake já estava roend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;o de curiosidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- A da Felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Felicidade? Repetiu o rapaz sem conseguir entender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- A brincadeira é o segui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;nte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TOf6WvS-aRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/XXjcB2OT5t0/s200/Vivermos-felizes-juntos.jpg" style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541673135062804754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;... Você me deixa te fazer feliz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;que eu ficarei feliz de estar com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E assim ficaremos felizes juntos meu querido Jake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ingrid Rodrigues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1632646095122249118-6865418718813275583?l=a-melosquencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/6865418718813275583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/11/brincadeira.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/6865418718813275583?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/6865418718813275583?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/11/brincadeira.html' title='Brincadeira'/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10697176447846286461'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TOf6WvS-aRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/XXjcB2OT5t0/s72-c/Vivermos-felizes-juntos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkQAQX84fCp7ImA9Wx9TFE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118.post-8848798865880885641</id><published>2010-11-16T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T05:59:00.134-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-11-22T05:59:00.134-08:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄►◄&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Nos meus disfarces mais sutis, pego-me nas minhas mentiras, e como você ainda não percebeu? Não sei. Mas vou vivendo-as para que assim, minha verdade não seja exposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Muita intimidade. Muito afeto. Você vai vivendo, eu também. E a nossa liberdade é que nos aproxima tanto. Tanta aproximação, nenhum compromisso. Pode ser erro, mas nenhuma palavra será expressada. Um dia, você pode até partir para sua "tal liberdade". Longe de mim. Eu não irei impedi-lo de ir. Mais um erro. Porém ficarei torcendo para que um dia você volte. E ao voltar, espero que não seja tarde demais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E eu não te ame mais&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ingrid Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&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/1632646095122249118-8848798865880885641?l=a-melosquencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/8848798865880885641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/11/nos-meus-disfarces-mais-sutis-pego-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/8848798865880885641?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/8848798865880885641?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/11/nos-meus-disfarces-mais-sutis-pego-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10697176447846286461'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ck4ARno6fSp7ImA9Wx5aF0U.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118.post-2176162224496912143</id><published>2010-11-14T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T16:29:07.415-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-11-14T16:29:07.415-08:00</app:edited><title>Right here Waiting  ♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/M6kkq9KgbjE/hqdefault.jpg)" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M6kkq9KgbjE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M6kkq9KgbjE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" width="325" height="244" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wherever you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whatever you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will be right here waiting for you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;But I can't get near you now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[ Veja e leia a tradução ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1632646095122249118-2176162224496912143?l=a-melosquencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/2176162224496912143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/11/wherever-you-go-whatever-you-do-i-will.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/2176162224496912143?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/2176162224496912143?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/11/wherever-you-go-whatever-you-do-i-will.html' title='Right here Waiting  ♪'/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10697176447846286461'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0EDR3g5eip7ImA9Wx5aFEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118.post-8833721645780967851</id><published>2010-11-11T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T07:34:36.622-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-11-11T07:34:36.622-08:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TNwM_k3czZI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GN4mXTawQOY/s1600/%252897%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TNmGN1cauQI/AAAAAAAAAX0/N3OQT_EVL8Y/s320/melosquencia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537604789071427842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;Palavras sopradas ao vento, vindas de um coração, que não encontra mais motivos para amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pois sabe que, se estas lindas palavras nunca chegará ao desejado receptor, pois foi junto com o vento, para o nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1632646095122249118-4019906123446810705?l=a-melosquencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/4019906123446810705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/11/palavras-sopradas-ao-vento-vindas-de-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/4019906123446810705?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/4019906123446810705?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/11/palavras-sopradas-ao-vento-vindas-de-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10697176447846286461'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TNmGN1cauQI/AAAAAAAAAX0/N3OQT_EVL8Y/s72-c/melosquencia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUYFQnsyeyp7ImA9Wx5aE08.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118.post-7756915024276860813</id><published>2010-11-03T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T10:25:13.593-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-11-09T10:25:13.593-08:00</app:edited><title>7 coisas ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fui desafiada por Bianca Fernandes do blog &lt;a href="http://esperaocha.blogspot.com/2010/11/desafio-dos-7.html"&gt;Espera um chá?&lt;/a&gt; , e eu adoro um desafio.Que é o seguinte; São7 perguntas, para cada pergunta  7 repostas.&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TNmQcwozyCI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7p6RKkUNsSA/s320/sete.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 119px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537616040595540002" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as perguntas são:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b face="georgia"&gt;7 coisas que pretendo fazer antes de morrer:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- &lt;/b&gt;Ter um Bernese Mountain Dog (é lindo demais *--*)&lt;br /&gt;- Filhos gêmeos  (caso eu não tenha sorte um casal).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;- Pular de pára-quedas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;- Escrever um livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;- Fazer uma tatuagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;- Viajar pra Vegas e outros lugares do Exterior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;- Passar uma semana em uma ilha, com todas as mordomias, e esquecer dos problemas , de tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b face="georgia"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;7 coisas que mais digo:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;- Jengas!  ( kkkk)&lt;br /&gt;- Ahan.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;- Vey (eu tenho que parar de falar isso :@).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;- Me ouve que é sucesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;- Relaxa que eu tenho um plano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;- Que merda hein?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;- Uma questão de Melosquência!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;7 coisas que faço bem:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;-  Manipular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;-  Perturbar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;-  Cozinhar  (cookies *-*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;-  Escrever (eu acho , e quando eu quero)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;- Me controlar quando eu quero. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;- Observar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;- Ignorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;7 defeitos meus:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;- Sou agoniada.&lt;/span&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;- Quero fazer tudo ao mesmo tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;- Odeio esperar.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;- Ansiosa demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;- Falo alto :S&lt;/span&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;- Enrolada&lt;/span&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;7 coisas que amo:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: normal; "&gt;- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;Ir ao cinema&lt;/span&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;- Ler&lt;/span&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;- Ouvir música&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;- Ganhar presentes *-*  (quem não gosta)&lt;/span&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;- Receber massagens &lt;/span&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;- Rir&lt;/span&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: normal; "&gt;- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;Sorvete *-*&lt;/span&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;7 qualidades:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: normal; "&gt;- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;Perdoar&lt;/span&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;- Me adapto fácil&lt;/span&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;- Amigável&lt;/span&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;- Companheira&lt;/span&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;- Sei encarar grandes problemas e ignorar futilidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;- Determinada&lt;/span&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;- Sou animada &lt;/span&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;7 pessoas para fazerem o jogo dos sete (ordem alfabética):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Águas escuras do blog -&lt;a href="http://psiqueaguas.blogspot.com/"&gt; Revelação do meu eu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Anny Karollynny do blog - &lt;a href="http://outroatelie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Outro atêlie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Caroline do blog - &lt;a href="http://7vzs.blogspot.com/"&gt;7 vezes &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Fernando do blog - &lt;a href="http://realbrasiliafc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Real Brasilia FC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jussielly do blog - &lt;a href="http://juuhls.blogspot.com/"&gt;Conscientemente inconsciente&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Tito do blog - &lt;a href="http://queixas-noturnas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Queixas Noturnas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Thylma Kallynny do blog -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://contosdekallynny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Contos de Kallynny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1632646095122249118-7756915024276860813?l=a-melosquencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/7756915024276860813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/11/7-coisas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/7756915024276860813?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/7756915024276860813?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/11/7-coisas.html' title='7 coisas ...'/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10697176447846286461'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TNmQcwozyCI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7p6RKkUNsSA/s72-c/sete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkUCQXkzcCp7ImA9Wx5bF04.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118.post-8905680767521166281</id><published>2010-11-02T14:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T14:44:20.788-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-11-02T14:44:20.788-07:00</app:edited><title>Foi por acaso?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Nas minhas aventuras de criança, nas minhas mentiras ingênuas, nos meus sonhos impossíveis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;lembro- me que um deles era me casar com o menino perfeito. Sua imagem era projetada na minha mente, de forma embaçada, onde seu rosto nunca me era legível, mas, eu sabia que ele era perfeito, que nem seu &lt;a href="http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/10/aquele-nome.html"&gt;nome&lt;/a&gt;. Eu dizia para mim mesma que um belo dia este rapaz iria aparecer em minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Enfim o que eu quero dizer, é que eu nunca tinha conhecido uma pessoa com este nome. Afinal, há coisas na vida, que são coincidências, outras irrelevantes, outras de extrema importância. Mas há também, aquelas que passamos anos esperando que aconteça, e quando elas acontecem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;... elas simplesmente acontecem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;E vão acontecendo, e é bom que deixamos acontecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Uma vez que, o que for pra ser será. Queria que meus sonhos de criança tornassem-se real.&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que sim , e eu tenha uma linda história pra contar para os meus netos , ou pode ser somente mais uma história bonita, passageira, mas de extrema importância. Afinal de contas nada acontece por acaso. E se no acaso acontecer, sorte minha que acasos também acontecem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Então vou deixando acontecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1632646095122249118-8905680767521166281?l=a-melosquencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/8905680767521166281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/11/foi-po.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/8905680767521166281?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/8905680767521166281?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/11/foi-po.html' title='Foi por acaso?'/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10697176447846286461'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0QBRnY9eip7ImA9Wx5bF04.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1632646095122249118.post-4562393819182423811</id><published>2010-11-02T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T15:02:37.862-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-11-02T15:02:37.862-07:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TNCHbp0kbPI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Pzf9qgP2me8/s1600/melosquencia.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TNCHbp0kbPI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Pzf9qgP2me8/s400/melosquencia.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535072851190902002" /&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/1632646095122249118-4562393819182423811?l=a-melosquencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/feeds/4562393819182423811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/4562393819182423811?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1632646095122249118/posts/default/4562393819182423811?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-melosquencia.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ingrid Rodrigues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249167970742230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10697176447846286461'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uSitgw4ZqY/TNCHbp0kbPI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Pzf9qgP2me8/s72-c/melosquencia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>