<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544520564930567575</id><updated>2026-03-02T13:15:44.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meus Contos</title><subtitle type='html'>Mergulhe no mundo da imaginação e viaje até onde sua mente nunca pensou em chegar...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Queen J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00902120828828344839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVvLMSI0SsJLkz6UuxAXgcTVohpJIjQ-b5Yg65VGQ96vuhIblT1Z5_QpLTbwdz0mIfdpxY2k7URi-cCaCqrhE6WSpzyw60X1shUbnmr_9Yd4ONjpqSEyqzQ4Osc23sYo/s220/DSC_0290.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544520564930567575.post-390470837166752051</id><published>2017-12-30T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2017-12-30T12:35:29.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minhas Histórias em uma Folha de Papel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Tem vezes que a vida nos é tão cruel que temos medo de experimentar coisas novas, desistimos antes mesmo de tentar, temos receio de se entregar e nos arrependermos mais uma vez, de se doar e não nos darem o devido valor, de se expor e só sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Mas, vez ou outra, aparecem pessoas que a gente sente que valem a pena arriscar tudo isso, dar aquela última chance de ser feliz ao lado de alguém, de, quem sabe, amar uma pessoa que sem dúvida irá te amar de volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Contudo, as cicatrizes de frustrações anteriores estão sempre te lembrando que já não deu certo outra vezes, então a gente vai com cautela. Ás vezes muita cautela. E aí me lembro de uma música que diz assim: &quot;Pra tanta gente eu me dei de graça / Só pra você eu me poupei&quot;. E tem vezes que é tarde demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Quando estamos machucados, sempre fazemos tudo muito pensado, muito devagar, o que é bom, mas algumas pessoas acham que é falta de interesse e se chateiam. Você tenta fazer as coisas da melhor maneira possível e acaba saindo tudo errado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Eu não quero viver uma vida preta e branca, onde os outros são meros figurantes que passam por mim e eu os ignoro por medo de sofrer, mas também não quero me jogar do avião sem paraquedas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Quero ter uma vida com cor, colorida por pessoas especiais, por quem vale a pena. Por alguém que me faz rir, que me dá carinho, que é ao mesmo tempo amigo e amor, alguém que quer crescer e leva a gente junto, inteligente, lindo por dentro e por fora, com todos os defeitos que tiver, mas que não são maiores que as qualidades. Uma pessoa que, só de olhar, já diz tudo o que você precisa saber, que nas noites frias é seu melhor cobertor, nos momentos ruins é seu ombro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Eu não sei se tal ser existe, mas, para mim, se existe alguma possibilidade, eu a vejo em você. O único com quem me deu vontade de tentar de novo, que me deu ânimo para seguir, quem, mesmo sem querer, trouxe cor a um coração frio e sem graça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Posso dizer com muita convicção que não sou perfeita, mas as chances de ser minha melhor versão são enormes quando olho e penso em você.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/feeds/390470837166752051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2017/12/minhas-historias-em-uma-folha-de-papel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/390470837166752051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/390470837166752051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2017/12/minhas-historias-em-uma-folha-de-papel.html' title='Minhas Histórias em uma Folha de Papel'/><author><name>Queen J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00902120828828344839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVvLMSI0SsJLkz6UuxAXgcTVohpJIjQ-b5Yg65VGQ96vuhIblT1Z5_QpLTbwdz0mIfdpxY2k7URi-cCaCqrhE6WSpzyw60X1shUbnmr_9Yd4ONjpqSEyqzQ4Osc23sYo/s220/DSC_0290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544520564930567575.post-5347979081560968155</id><published>2015-02-11T05:21:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2015-02-11T05:21:59.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porto Seguro</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Momentos difíceis. Situações constrangedoras. Sentimentos&amp;nbsp;inexplicáveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não saber o que se passa dentro de si mesmo é o pior. Não saber o que quer, o que sente, o certo, o errado, o ruim e o bom.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ter certeza apenas que, algumas coisas, podem ter consequências catastróficas e você se importa ao mesmo tempo que não.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seu coração, não sente mais de tanta dor, de tão&amp;nbsp;destruído&amp;nbsp;que está. Sua alma? Essa parece&amp;nbsp;que se foi...não aguentou tanta dor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas, finalmente, de repente, algo que lembra aquela esperança que você sente que perdeu, aparece...talvez de uma maneira errada, diferente, que você não esperava e, de certa forma, não queria, mas apareceu...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwjk8fWKZBV0SKlAFgTE2-8cU-KpVumcyhP6rWK_KPBGg103KsU_BjjdPy682L_2vB7MY_0l_dzLRqloW6s9W3gilHPKoCZPZM3eCEMaHRoQu_Rdysvsfh0cURTvXNVmqz1h_UtedxAEs/s1600/pensamentos-3110653-16142.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwjk8fWKZBV0SKlAFgTE2-8cU-KpVumcyhP6rWK_KPBGg103KsU_BjjdPy682L_2vB7MY_0l_dzLRqloW6s9W3gilHPKoCZPZM3eCEMaHRoQu_Rdysvsfh0cURTvXNVmqz1h_UtedxAEs/s1600/pensamentos-3110653-16142.jpg&quot; height=&quot;140&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;O que fazer? É&amp;nbsp;inevitável, inusitado, difícil de&amp;nbsp;explicar, de entender...mas e daí? É a única coisa que tem te feito bem ultimamente...seu porto seguro, onde achou paz para descansar um pouco.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;O que tem se não era pra ser assim?! Assuma que a culpa não foi sua, ignora se for necessário, mas vá atrás! É isso que deve dizer para si mesma.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seus sentimentos e tudo em você mudou. Ache suas maneiras de descobrir quem&amp;nbsp;és&amp;nbsp;tu&amp;nbsp;agora. Consequências sempre terão, então busque o que te faz bem e se prepare para elas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Difícil não é? Te conto o que aprendi: quanto mais tentar arrancar isso de ti, mais isso vai crescer até que não aguente mais. E nesse caso, não estará preparada para o que estiver por vir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Só se sente bem em um lugar, com apenas um alguém, então é lá que deve tentar ficar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Parece que o ama diferente de antes? Diferente de como gostaria que fosse? Quer que seja ele do seu lado independentemente de como? Sonha todas as noites com aquele sorriso, aquele abraço, aquele carinho? Isso talvez, nunca seja o suficiente, mas é ali que achará sua paz e força para lutar novamente...não importando quem ele seja.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/feeds/5347979081560968155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2015/02/porto-seguro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/5347979081560968155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/5347979081560968155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2015/02/porto-seguro.html' title='Porto Seguro'/><author><name>Queen J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00902120828828344839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVvLMSI0SsJLkz6UuxAXgcTVohpJIjQ-b5Yg65VGQ96vuhIblT1Z5_QpLTbwdz0mIfdpxY2k7URi-cCaCqrhE6WSpzyw60X1shUbnmr_9Yd4ONjpqSEyqzQ4Osc23sYo/s220/DSC_0290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwjk8fWKZBV0SKlAFgTE2-8cU-KpVumcyhP6rWK_KPBGg103KsU_BjjdPy682L_2vB7MY_0l_dzLRqloW6s9W3gilHPKoCZPZM3eCEMaHRoQu_Rdysvsfh0cURTvXNVmqz1h_UtedxAEs/s72-c/pensamentos-3110653-16142.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544520564930567575.post-3122097692132997659</id><published>2013-12-10T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-12-10T16:58:41.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face do Mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRAg7YE59n7k5TrSDd2X4uu0wffbqFneg5g2vYoyl9JSZl8xuTz89BS8399iPz0LRYLGpI6W5sA8HGush82i6uDAY2uA9RJu-djpzPWOPZXUHfjhPSFbLshoLADtjirrZ1T5Glf9zNOY0/s1600/band_of_brothers_shot.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRAg7YE59n7k5TrSDd2X4uu0wffbqFneg5g2vYoyl9JSZl8xuTz89BS8399iPz0LRYLGpI6W5sA8HGush82i6uDAY2uA9RJu-djpzPWOPZXUHfjhPSFbLshoLADtjirrZ1T5Glf9zNOY0/s1600/band_of_brothers_shot.jpg&quot; height=&quot;128&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Observei o mundo pelas janelas sofisticadas desse modernismo hipócrita e me decepcionei. Vi bombas destruindo países por conta de poder; vi vidas desperdiçadas, famílias se extinguindo, sonhos se perdendo no vazio de um furação como se fossem castelos de cartas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deparei-me com assassinatos a sangue frio para ter o tênis da moda; torturas e prostituição por uma caixa de leite; pessoas morrendo em acidentes de carro por embriaguez e sendo jogadas nas estradas como um animal atropelado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pude ver também, grupos e facções de todos os tipos decidindo condenar alguém porque acordaram de mau humor; fiquei frente-a-frente com a injustiça e, pessoas que tentam resolver os problemas desse mundo de robôs, irem ao encontro da morte no auge de suas vidas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vi chacinas de homens, mulheres, crianças e idosos em câmaras de gás e campos de concentração por serem diferentes e, mais do que isso, encontrei acusações infundadas à quem não está mais presente para se defender.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas, o que me entristeceu mais que tudo, foi a indiferença dos homens: &quot;É só mais um infortuno&quot;, eles dizem; &quot;Quem mandou correr e beber?&quot;, &quot;A culpa é dos jogos violentos&quot;... Passa uma, duas semanas e ninguém se lembra mais.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Foi nesse momento que pude compreender que nem toda a maldade que há no mundo, somada com a indiferença e a falta de fé de muitos, o mundo pode ser salvo e a vida de todas as pessoas que lutaram e perderam suas vidas por uma causa maior, não foi em vão e, um dia, nos encontraremos todos em nosso verdadeiro e único lar, pois a fé, mesmo sendo do tamanho de um grão de mostarda, pode mover montanhas!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiS-0zMONYu6Z3C6CTmW5nTYHK5ffILAIAYZnMZdhAxxKHblJLvQDlNbh6xxK6zk5rusrnpub7zch_79emon3MJfGixkMCe67OFHNw44hLEYIPni1LWipBV3vYKo4KYnrlRk7017fAW0c/s1600/pegadas.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiS-0zMONYu6Z3C6CTmW5nTYHK5ffILAIAYZnMZdhAxxKHblJLvQDlNbh6xxK6zk5rusrnpub7zch_79emon3MJfGixkMCe67OFHNw44hLEYIPni1LWipBV3vYKo4KYnrlRk7017fAW0c/s320/pegadas.jpg&quot; width=&quot;252&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu ando sozinha pelos caminhos tortuosos da morte.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu ando sozinha pela&amp;nbsp;incansável&amp;nbsp;roda da vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu ando sozinha a cada passo dado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu ando sozinha para não ser deixada para trás.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu ando sozinha, pois meus sonhos já não são mais meus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu ando sozinha para não ficar na solidão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu ando sozinha para manter o vigor de minha eterna velhice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu ando sozinha, porque nenhum pé é capaz de me acompanhar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu ando sozinha para fugir da tempestade de neve que cai lá fora.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu ando sozinha, pois meu sorriso já não brilha mais.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu ando sozinha para que a luz continue acesa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu ando sozinha, porque já definho abaixo da terra úmida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu ando sozinha...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Sabe quando parece que todo mundo consegue tudo tão fácil (felicidade, dinheiro, successo...) e só você que tem que passar por todas as provações da vida, cair, lutar, sofrer, se machucar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Quando você só quer uma coisa na vida, demora tanto para conseguir e mesmo assim corre todos os riscos de perder a cada segundo, enquanto todo mundo tem tudo em um piscar de olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;É dura a vida, mas tens de pensar que, enquanto todos têm fácil, também são fracos e desistem na primeira oportunidade, e tu cai milhares de vezes e levanta em todas cada vez mais forte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Então, lute! Erre as vezes, sorria sempre, construa sonhos, cresça, caia e aprenda e continue seu caminho, mas principalmente, nunca desista do que lhe é realmente importante, pois no final do caminho, terá a eternidade de tudo que sempre quis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/feeds/1089934603518934726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2012/09/sonhos-meus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/1089934603518934726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/1089934603518934726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2012/09/sonhos-meus.html' title='Sonhos Meus'/><author><name>Queen J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00902120828828344839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVvLMSI0SsJLkz6UuxAXgcTVohpJIjQ-b5Yg65VGQ96vuhIblT1Z5_QpLTbwdz0mIfdpxY2k7URi-cCaCqrhE6WSpzyw60X1shUbnmr_9Yd4ONjpqSEyqzQ4Osc23sYo/s220/DSC_0290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdhh-ADpdBMbFi0ssHtAgGgXUHnRSHeCQKrXS58y3qawLkw9FYkGWmjZUbbJxYthZBhaw8MXgIijitTLcDG2hF_gcIfTTBIeks61yeP-7ofUIW2Jb_yO74cjYkf_V-g3c0kt_fHswjCo8/s72-c/8952sonhos.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544520564930567575.post-3897345886034222</id><published>2012-06-08T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-08T18:44:41.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gostaria ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Gostaria de poder parar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Gostaria de poder mudar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Gostaria de ter feito tudo diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Gostaria de não estar no escuro, sozinha e implorando por sua volta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Gostaria de não te amar assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Gostaria de te apagar da minha memória pra sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;As vezes, quase sempre, a vida te põe pra baixo, mas não a culpe..Você só cai por causa de suas escolhas erradas e decisões mau pensadas..Resumindo, cai por causa de sua própria ignorância!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Agora vejo que minha escolha me levou pra onde estou hoje. Fiz a escolha de deixar você voltar e pra que?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Pra você me deixar mais uma vez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Pra você me fazer sofrer mais do que antes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz-C2zFg17_PfOp0ls6XpUjzjLygvBtp-8cxsrLnoqYdFpExhbQSWrFsYxnzQHuLthuZzxjUnV1pt15lATENbNf0s8eO0PsrYBc16kDpUygp_xHpSuHt-7bkmnVBwLC99H4olb83ONPuk/s1600/coracao_partido3.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;155&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz-C2zFg17_PfOp0ls6XpUjzjLygvBtp-8cxsrLnoqYdFpExhbQSWrFsYxnzQHuLthuZzxjUnV1pt15lATENbNf0s8eO0PsrYBc16kDpUygp_xHpSuHt-7bkmnVBwLC99H4olb83ONPuk/s200/coracao_partido3.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Pra você mentir pra mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Pra você jogar palavras e promessas no ar e depois fingir que elas nunca foram ditas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Mas não pense que, por causa de tudo isso, vou me deixar ficar nessa escuridão por muito tempo, principalmente por sua causa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Você deveria saber com quem está lidando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Deveria saber que comigo não se brinca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Deveria saber que pra mim não se mente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Deveria saber que nunca mais deixarei que faça parte da minha história!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Deveria saber quem sou eu..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;A pessoa meiga, carinhosa, romântica, alegre, amiga, companheira, que te ama ainda está aqui dentro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;mas não mais pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/feeds/3897345886034222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2012/06/gostaria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/3897345886034222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/3897345886034222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2012/06/gostaria.html' title='Gostaria ...'/><author><name>Queen J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00902120828828344839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVvLMSI0SsJLkz6UuxAXgcTVohpJIjQ-b5Yg65VGQ96vuhIblT1Z5_QpLTbwdz0mIfdpxY2k7URi-cCaCqrhE6WSpzyw60X1shUbnmr_9Yd4ONjpqSEyqzQ4Osc23sYo/s220/DSC_0290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3JJeavzykmWohgdZOm6aQxcjgBxuVhV2U4uDelUhr2htNGTxoL5t6NHyLTNOGve_nmqmARzM-GWZ4gdNLfwhruLQS8a9GYV8hpQxSc-dBlRZcrZgEVRafC3E_JzrGotNYZ0z8f4pd3o8/s72-c/menino+perdido.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544520564930567575.post-3484156910173344356</id><published>2012-03-16T22:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-16T22:18:31.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incansavelmente Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dor dilacerante que rasga o peito até este não poder mais e afundar na amargura e tristeza que o sentimento pode trazer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Passas a vida inteira à procura do que nem mesmo sabe o que é e tens o péssimo hábito de achar que é o amor de outra pessoa. Ilusão. Pura e ridícula conclusão sobre a vida. É a sua vida! Só necessitas de tu mesmo para viver, o que faz com que sejas ingênuo demais a pensar que serás feliz apenas por ter &quot;alguém&quot; do seu lado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não. O que procuras, seu &quot;propósito de vida&quot;, não está em outra pessoa. Isso é dependência.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não. Sua vida não depende só do amor. Ele é útil e faz bem, mas tanta gente perde ou nunca encontrou e ainda vivem muito bem. Concorda?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bom, talvez não com a ultima parte. Sabe por quê? Porque éis um sonhador que ainda crê em fadas; que ainda crê no mundo e na humanidade; que ainda tem a esperança que a maioria perdeu há muito.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;A dor? sempre estará lá para te lembrar do que viveu e aprendeu com ela. cabe à você deixá-la te consumir ou tirar proveito dela.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;As pessoas? Muitas passarão por sua vida. Tu escolhes quem fica e quem vai.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;O sonho e a busca eterna por algo que desconheces? Talvez quando chegares ao túmulo, sete palmos abaixo da terra, ache suas respostas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quanto ao amor... Onde ele se encaixa? Em tudo e em nada. Este é só sentir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/feeds/3484156910173344356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2012/03/incansavelmente-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/3484156910173344356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/3484156910173344356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2012/03/incansavelmente-amor.html' title='Incansavelmente Amor'/><author><name>Queen J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00902120828828344839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVvLMSI0SsJLkz6UuxAXgcTVohpJIjQ-b5Yg65VGQ96vuhIblT1Z5_QpLTbwdz0mIfdpxY2k7URi-cCaCqrhE6WSpzyw60X1shUbnmr_9Yd4ONjpqSEyqzQ4Osc23sYo/s220/DSC_0290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6jEa5yrwJYdw35mEdtxub80A4LgwE1rZa8sGoKhm5F6iFWKQcSxcDZHHfe6BSZhVKpl_fy1iZlBZunGFxLZrj6yVf_IB518bckJCSrormz7UvlFQsVaMv3QfIT_6x6Ii3x1v_riofPGk/s72-c/3737125519_6947fb1715.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544520564930567575.post-7601371104279478388</id><published>2012-01-22T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T18:25:24.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Odeio..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Odeio não conseguir te esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Odeio viver com esse sentimento, que não vai embora, que não some e que não me deixa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Odeio ouvir suas mentiras e odeio ouvir suas verdades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Odeio não conseguir viver, por saber que te amo e não consegui te esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Bg-H-m1jPix6u2LdhtpjATjHPSFVwPUG4YklGUZ9zDyQj9YBNjlt6mz3tdiddzsv_p2vSmn8bW0phIo5JYsMHaqYCXRcwIV2di7Yu7MOMjrwgsZwOdLA3XR87tTP4Q5IebLQTWv6Png/s1600/Ballet_by_miserable_beauty.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Bg-H-m1jPix6u2LdhtpjATjHPSFVwPUG4YklGUZ9zDyQj9YBNjlt6mz3tdiddzsv_p2vSmn8bW0phIo5JYsMHaqYCXRcwIV2di7Yu7MOMjrwgsZwOdLA3XR87tTP4Q5IebLQTWv6Png/s200/Ballet_by_miserable_beauty.jpg&quot; width=&quot;142&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Amores impossíveis? É o meu e o seu, porque ficar com alguém que brinca com meus sentimentos como você, que mente, não liga pra mim, nunca mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;No seu olhar vejo indiferença, no seu sorriso vejo falsidade, nas suas palavras escuto mentiras, em você sinto desprezo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;As coisas nem sempre saem como queremos e nossa história definitivamente foi uma dessas, admitindo a verdade que não para de gritar na minha cabeça que foi meu maior erro, mas minha maior verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWkdvrngUWQT_ozECbjDK-TRVhAibQ5xZ3-tnesBH5vYZijwTOyeizkntlZn1g7nSDzO5YYxiq9um9Q1-8_sHJhM0GTCY4W-Kq98X1KvcvIFVlzuF-AravPU4sSNNLw5qUFQApE4fJN9s/s1600/ME-ODEIO.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;171&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWkdvrngUWQT_ozECbjDK-TRVhAibQ5xZ3-tnesBH5vYZijwTOyeizkntlZn1g7nSDzO5YYxiq9um9Q1-8_sHJhM0GTCY4W-Kq98X1KvcvIFVlzuF-AravPU4sSNNLw5qUFQApE4fJN9s/s200/ME-ODEIO.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;No final da história, as coisas vão se acertar pra mim e você que viva sua vida e se esqueça de mim para sempre como eu também me esquecerei de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/feeds/7601371104279478388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2012/01/odeio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/7601371104279478388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/7601371104279478388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2012/01/odeio.html' title='Odeio..'/><author><name>Queen J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00902120828828344839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVvLMSI0SsJLkz6UuxAXgcTVohpJIjQ-b5Yg65VGQ96vuhIblT1Z5_QpLTbwdz0mIfdpxY2k7URi-cCaCqrhE6WSpzyw60X1shUbnmr_9Yd4ONjpqSEyqzQ4Osc23sYo/s220/DSC_0290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlvKiIF7yqF563ynQQ4zKcMkTFjI_XJJ7XnEjbrv3k9894LSUJ9PD-NzSMiZhzkuR8EhyphenhyphenAk1Rhxe5kzcbocnqQsQda9mLrh3rQmQiLQ3jKDv-6H2kimsL3GkY9Yl3kTFpWD-LVi2XT8SE/s72-c/odeio-quando-o-pc.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544520564930567575.post-6478535073712020208</id><published>2011-11-21T13:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T14:08:17.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amizade..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pedaço da vida inevitável..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentimento que aparece com o tempo e nunca mais sai..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;É a vida que se compartilha com os outros..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;É o tempo que não se apaga..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amizade..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sem ela, as pessoas não durariam nem um segundo nesse mundo..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;É por causa dela, que superamos nossos problemas..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;É com ela que dividimos nossas experiências, nossos momentos, nossos sonhos, nossa história..nossa vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/feeds/6478535073712020208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2011/11/amizade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/6478535073712020208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/6478535073712020208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2011/11/amizade.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>Queen J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00902120828828344839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVvLMSI0SsJLkz6UuxAXgcTVohpJIjQ-b5Yg65VGQ96vuhIblT1Z5_QpLTbwdz0mIfdpxY2k7URi-cCaCqrhE6WSpzyw60X1shUbnmr_9Yd4ONjpqSEyqzQ4Osc23sYo/s220/DSC_0290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG0grE0TywPKlZOjh5cp5KAvAy9Ukow9r5e20Xy2aPyaHqPc89wzNnZ15xK60Ev9gwwyBDVZYhWw0kJuCJgohtgOEu8OXWiEBAoZw869bm08wcrLgJn8fCVXr0Wf0PolCY0ObVmT2BPs8/s72-c/amizade2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544520564930567575.post-223756762989608461</id><published>2011-10-11T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T13:00:57.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Essa Noite, Eu Venci</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRY9rVU1RG2c1cbn76HZyh9szUw_sD4o5sBuxzTWxDfFSGhkQ1aX7wATISXFhYFvzKwRc5Asfk8m5SNcFf3nyl6BVAoJPoUIjbBYZw9zunu-IBaXnut05AFuJMYtdrvmNChECDFnpdRoY/s1600/2942839454_d3774e4459.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;133&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRY9rVU1RG2c1cbn76HZyh9szUw_sD4o5sBuxzTWxDfFSGhkQ1aX7wATISXFhYFvzKwRc5Asfk8m5SNcFf3nyl6BVAoJPoUIjbBYZw9zunu-IBaXnut05AFuJMYtdrvmNChECDFnpdRoY/s200/2942839454_d3774e4459.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Essa noite, os negros olhos se voltaram para mim e riram.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Essa noite, a mão que me amparava e me acolhia no berço dos sonhos, me arrastou para o fundo do abismo do qual sempre fugi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Essa noite, as palavras que, antes me eram reconfortantes, me condenaram como nunca me haviam feito.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Essa noite, eu derrubei e arranquei todas as coisas que me faziam mau.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tudo pela luz que nunca havia visto, mas me trouxe para outro mundo. Aquele mundo que achei que não fosse para mim, que talvez, ainda não seja, mas ele me ajudará a me adaptar...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me mostraram que, o mundo é colorido de verdade para todos... Ah, se fosse tão fácil se adaptar à luz e às cores...Mas eu sei que consigo. =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenho um novo mundo a minha frente; um mundo só meu! O sonho de ver o sol e sentir o quanto é quente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tocar as flores, ver as mil e uma cores e sentir o doce perfume.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ouvir o canto melódico dos pássaros, sonhar com o barulho das ondas do mar e sentir a paz que aquilo te traz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentir... Sentir, ver, ouvir o mundo que nunca antes conheci, só ouvi falar e acreditei...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tudo por aquela luz!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;E nessa noite, gostaria que isso fosse verdade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/feeds/223756762989608461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2011/10/essa-noite-eu-venci.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/223756762989608461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/223756762989608461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2011/10/essa-noite-eu-venci.html' title='Essa Noite, Eu Venci'/><author><name>Queen J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00902120828828344839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVvLMSI0SsJLkz6UuxAXgcTVohpJIjQ-b5Yg65VGQ96vuhIblT1Z5_QpLTbwdz0mIfdpxY2k7URi-cCaCqrhE6WSpzyw60X1shUbnmr_9Yd4ONjpqSEyqzQ4Osc23sYo/s220/DSC_0290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRY9rVU1RG2c1cbn76HZyh9szUw_sD4o5sBuxzTWxDfFSGhkQ1aX7wATISXFhYFvzKwRc5Asfk8m5SNcFf3nyl6BVAoJPoUIjbBYZw9zunu-IBaXnut05AFuJMYtdrvmNChECDFnpdRoY/s72-c/2942839454_d3774e4459.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544520564930567575.post-162395505394213230</id><published>2011-08-29T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T17:26:01.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarde de Verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Passamos tanto tempo sonhando, imaginando, criando e planejando que as vezes esquecemos de, simplesmente, viver.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas não tem como não lembrar de todos aqueles momentos passados ao seu lado. Então, que melhor maneira de lembrar se não sonhando?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;É um sentimento que te leva nas nuvens e te trás de volta ao chão de uma maneira tão terna, tão doce, tão suave que poderia até adormecer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI9s9XwNGyGhonMMeFd9CQEwxlrFoVB44NchRjy0_A9CN-nUUqtuAm6eyAyiafH40ZTTdXKHZD1gFXLOud_c7KUHzH24NoRUc7ofilpTwRkbZUUSqkxptKMettZypJtlEAZ3pL8GO7TBk/s1600/sol-de-verao_1226_1024x768.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI9s9XwNGyGhonMMeFd9CQEwxlrFoVB44NchRjy0_A9CN-nUUqtuAm6eyAyiafH40ZTTdXKHZD1gFXLOud_c7KUHzH24NoRUc7ofilpTwRkbZUUSqkxptKMettZypJtlEAZ3pL8GO7TBk/s200/sol-de-verao_1226_1024x768.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;São nos seus braços que sinto segurança. Os mesmos que ajudam a ficar de pé, os mesmos que me dão conforto e alento... Aqueles que me fornecem carinho.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;É no seu corpo que eu me deixo levar... A pele macia e quente que me faz delirar de amor e paixão! Meu abrigo, minha fortaleza! Onde sinto que nada pode me atingir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, doce e belo sonho do qual não gostaria de sair!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suas palavras que me encantam e fazem com que me sinta amada de novo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Demorei tanto para acreditar em alguém novamente, que não sei se é verdade ou mentira. Tudo o que sei é que são momentos de alegria todos aqueles com você.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quero sentir de novo seu corpo junto ao meu, como naquelas tardes de verão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quero ouvir o silêncio e só prestar atenção em suas palavras.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quero poder saber que éis meu, pelo menos por algumas horas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poder dizer que &quot;sim, sou sua&quot; e assim, vivermos um momento só nosso, onde nada nem ninguém pode atrapalhar a felicidade que demoramos tanto tempo para construir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah, não sei se é amor ou outra ilusão, mas dessa vez, terei novamente aquele mundo só meu onde você está presente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/feeds/162395505394213230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2011/08/tarde-de-verao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/162395505394213230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/162395505394213230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2011/08/tarde-de-verao.html' title='Tarde de Verão'/><author><name>Queen J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00902120828828344839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVvLMSI0SsJLkz6UuxAXgcTVohpJIjQ-b5Yg65VGQ96vuhIblT1Z5_QpLTbwdz0mIfdpxY2k7URi-cCaCqrhE6WSpzyw60X1shUbnmr_9Yd4ONjpqSEyqzQ4Osc23sYo/s220/DSC_0290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI9s9XwNGyGhonMMeFd9CQEwxlrFoVB44NchRjy0_A9CN-nUUqtuAm6eyAyiafH40ZTTdXKHZD1gFXLOud_c7KUHzH24NoRUc7ofilpTwRkbZUUSqkxptKMettZypJtlEAZ3pL8GO7TBk/s72-c/sol-de-verao_1226_1024x768.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544520564930567575.post-8577269628708711759</id><published>2011-07-25T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T11:42:07.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saudade, é a confirmação de que houve um passado que valeu a pena.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicNCtJyT4vQRMvilNrz91_xQPtLuqtAXM5l2Wv2A0MI3bS4ZZFkoGQjufAw39-T01poztGmOt8w5Ej2glfvIAPL0Oc5hGLGmVCSxDBvvaBa87BMRdLrdw2l2ltGpAWjNg8CvSxJz3puko/s1600/AC7A2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicNCtJyT4vQRMvilNrz91_xQPtLuqtAXM5l2Wv2A0MI3bS4ZZFkoGQjufAw39-T01poztGmOt8w5Ej2glfvIAPL0Oc5hGLGmVCSxDBvvaBa87BMRdLrdw2l2ltGpAWjNg8CvSxJz3puko/s200/AC7A2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sabe, muitas vezes, achamos que as coisas não podem piorar. É ai que elas pioram.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não que esteja com sérios problemas mas, sinto sua falta como a terra sente da chuva, a noite das estrelas, os seres vivos do ar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se me perguntassem se vivo sem você, diria que sim. Afinal, vivi até agora então porque não conseguiria?! O ponto é que, mesmo conseguindo, não quero viver sem o seu toque, sem o seu sorriso, sem poder ouvir a sua voz... Não quero viver sem você!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas, de novo você não estava lá quando eu quis compartilhar minhas alegrias... Não estava para me ver brilhar... Brilhar para você.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nas noites frias e escuras que passo sozinha, desejava que estivesse lá para me aquecer e iluminá-la com as estrelas que encontro ao olhar em seus olhos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Até essas noites eu posso suportar, sabendo que você me espera pela manhã.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ultimamente, não sei se estará me esperando quando o sol nascer...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cegaste-me de amor e paixão e foste embora enquanto eu, fiquei sozinha, sem saber para onde ir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quero que saiba que, esperarei você voltar, mas peço que não abuse de minha paciência porque, se assim eu desejar, da minha cabeça você sairá.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/feeds/8577269628708711759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2011/07/saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/8577269628708711759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/8577269628708711759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2011/07/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Queen J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00902120828828344839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVvLMSI0SsJLkz6UuxAXgcTVohpJIjQ-b5Yg65VGQ96vuhIblT1Z5_QpLTbwdz0mIfdpxY2k7URi-cCaCqrhE6WSpzyw60X1shUbnmr_9Yd4ONjpqSEyqzQ4Osc23sYo/s220/DSC_0290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicNCtJyT4vQRMvilNrz91_xQPtLuqtAXM5l2Wv2A0MI3bS4ZZFkoGQjufAw39-T01poztGmOt8w5Ej2glfvIAPL0Oc5hGLGmVCSxDBvvaBa87BMRdLrdw2l2ltGpAWjNg8CvSxJz3puko/s72-c/AC7A2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544520564930567575.post-3265025407896477548</id><published>2011-07-11T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T17:25:10.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Fim do Começo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Toda minha vida passa através de meus olhos... Dizem, que é isso que se acontece quando se está morrendo...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você começa a se perguntar se tudo que fez valeu a pena, se seus sonhos se realizaram, se se arrepende... Então, vem as perguntas chave: E dai? Isso vai mudar alguma coisa? Posso voltar e fazer tudo de novo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;A resposta, é simples e clara: Não.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por quê estar aqui? Fazer coisas, conquistar, crescer, aprender para deixar um legado?! O que há de importante nisso? E o que as pessoas que virão depois de você tem que importe para precisar que você faça primeiro?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP4BqyuSHWjINwGyChyRr_By9ZK3q_JlZnjQ96-0oNWmGxNpajohNyDn5BTQyz26gz3mMx8o8yEcbxSE1-lgLh2Qhferz_qbw4X3vRlkGDBtqkE6KKi2-w4S0F7-hjNAVvkRYCf8ScGZE/s1600/samsara-2-1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;138&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP4BqyuSHWjINwGyChyRr_By9ZK3q_JlZnjQ96-0oNWmGxNpajohNyDn5BTQyz26gz3mMx8o8yEcbxSE1-lgLh2Qhferz_qbw4X3vRlkGDBtqkE6KKi2-w4S0F7-hjNAVvkRYCf8ScGZE/s200/samsara-2-1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Afinal, qual é o verdadeiro sentido da vida? Viver, sofrer, amar, cair, sonhar, ferir, conquistar, destruir-se, ser feliz para ter o mesmo fim de todos?! Morrer?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dizem os filósofos que, você se torna adulto, quando começa a questionar sua vida e o porquê de estar nesse mundo...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Então, diga: &quot;Eu cresci. Sou um adulto. Mereço um prêmio por ser tão rápido! Onde estão as respostas agora?&quot;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Talvez essa seja toda a graça. Você vive, faz tudo que deve fazer mesmo sem saber por quê, passa sua vida se perguntando a mesma coisa e só vai descobrir quando morrer. Bem irônico...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas, é assim que a vida e o mundo são movidos: pelas perguntas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Então, junte todos os pedaços de sua vida, não deixe nenhum para trás. Enquanto estiver aqui, pode voltar e refazer. Viva, sonhe! Vá aonde ninguém nunca ousou ir, nem mesmo você!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acredite em você! Tenha fé em tudo que vale a pena e defrute dos momentos nesse mundo tão grande e lindo com a certeza que suas respostas virão no final...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;No final do, quem sabe, novo começo...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/feeds/3265025407896477548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-fim-do-comeco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/3265025407896477548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/3265025407896477548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-fim-do-comeco.html' title='O Fim do Começo'/><author><name>Queen J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00902120828828344839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVvLMSI0SsJLkz6UuxAXgcTVohpJIjQ-b5Yg65VGQ96vuhIblT1Z5_QpLTbwdz0mIfdpxY2k7URi-cCaCqrhE6WSpzyw60X1shUbnmr_9Yd4ONjpqSEyqzQ4Osc23sYo/s220/DSC_0290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP4BqyuSHWjINwGyChyRr_By9ZK3q_JlZnjQ96-0oNWmGxNpajohNyDn5BTQyz26gz3mMx8o8yEcbxSE1-lgLh2Qhferz_qbw4X3vRlkGDBtqkE6KKi2-w4S0F7-hjNAVvkRYCf8ScGZE/s72-c/samsara-2-1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544520564930567575.post-6232740271152377246</id><published>2011-03-10T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-04-20T13:45:53.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo Indiferente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Zn-ZrRt0F_wuwJ-3o_gcqpfOr6hugwGr5iWh_L3cMR45Erv2Sf4B5Z3BNcLAWdYev-28Vbvle4NQ3pCSIAH392YAd1p8RTOO0E_fqlBo1If9euZTOVgIxTr1qWCS_vAi9lxIQofJwNo/s1600/indiferen%25C3%25A7a.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;151&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Zn-ZrRt0F_wuwJ-3o_gcqpfOr6hugwGr5iWh_L3cMR45Erv2Sf4B5Z3BNcLAWdYev-28Vbvle4NQ3pCSIAH392YAd1p8RTOO0E_fqlBo1If9euZTOVgIxTr1qWCS_vAi9lxIQofJwNo/s200/indiferen%25C3%25A7a.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;O que você faz quando o mundo fica muito pequeno pro seu grande coração? Ou melhor, o que você faz quando descobre que o demônio de dentro de sua própria casa é você mesmo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Humanos, seres que de alguma forma sempre se acham superiores nesse mundo. Se acham mais inteligentes, mais espertos, mais capacitados. E assim, acabam criando um conflito dentro da sua própria espécie que se prolifera por ai. Nunca aceitam a possibilidade de erro, nunca admitem que a ideia do outro é a certa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;É, eu cansei de levar a culpa pelas coisas que acontecem ao redor do mundo, seja qual ele seja. Eu posso ser a pessoa mais excluída que vaga impercebível por ai, ou uma coisa estranha diferente de tudo que intitulam normal. Isso não faz com que eu nunca pense e tenha uma resposta final&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #b4a7d6;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #ead1dc;&quot;&gt;by Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;O mundo não pára. As pessoas, por mais que algumas tentem, não conseguem segui-lo e só destrui-lo e assim ele gira.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Queria poder olhar para o meu passado e ver que tudo valeu a pena porque, afinal, devo me arrepender só daquilo que não fiz mas, as vezes, não é assim...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vejo o mundo como meu maior inimigo que me perturba a mente e confunde os meus sentidos. Mas então, olho melhor e percebo que meu maior inimigo sou eu! Eu e minha cabeça frustrada.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah, se eu pudesse voltar e fazer tudo diferente! Não deixaria ninguém ser indelicado e me tratar mau! Se eu pudesse, seria reconhecida como alguém que fez a diferença e mudou o mundo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Um dia, serei a pessoa que transformará o mundo e as pessoas naquilo que deveriam ter... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;AMOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #b4a7d6;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #ead1dc;&quot;&gt;by Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/feeds/6232740271152377246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2011/03/mundo-indiferente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/6232740271152377246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/6232740271152377246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2011/03/mundo-indiferente.html' title='Mundo Indiferente'/><author><name>Queen J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00902120828828344839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVvLMSI0SsJLkz6UuxAXgcTVohpJIjQ-b5Yg65VGQ96vuhIblT1Z5_QpLTbwdz0mIfdpxY2k7URi-cCaCqrhE6WSpzyw60X1shUbnmr_9Yd4ONjpqSEyqzQ4Osc23sYo/s220/DSC_0290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Zn-ZrRt0F_wuwJ-3o_gcqpfOr6hugwGr5iWh_L3cMR45Erv2Sf4B5Z3BNcLAWdYev-28Vbvle4NQ3pCSIAH392YAd1p8RTOO0E_fqlBo1If9euZTOVgIxTr1qWCS_vAi9lxIQofJwNo/s72-c/indiferen%25C3%25A7a.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544520564930567575.post-8826045269497509133</id><published>2011-01-31T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T17:02:54.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;É dificil aceitar que nunca mais te terei nos meus braços...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Que nunca mais irei te dar um longo e apaixonado beijo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;A muito tempo, achei que, depois de tantas tristezas, eu não tinha mais lágrimas pra chorar. Estava errada. Hoje descobri que elas estão aqui e eu que não as deixava cair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Mas hoje não pude impedi-las de cair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHaLZNIvKPfZtSeGy70beeNQvrfAiMCVqU5xf07sexwcx1H-HOWoaomLNZhtkbZDwjK_QJ4uir18YhrnH_EM4lyIKwscAtQwgRIaY0Bv0BRB9DuQ1lE72-iLNV8yaoYPUup9SDhMJv0r8/s1600/tristeza.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;196&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHaLZNIvKPfZtSeGy70beeNQvrfAiMCVqU5xf07sexwcx1H-HOWoaomLNZhtkbZDwjK_QJ4uir18YhrnH_EM4lyIKwscAtQwgRIaY0Bv0BRB9DuQ1lE72-iLNV8yaoYPUup9SDhMJv0r8/s200/tristeza.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Lágrimas...lágrimas de tristeza que não querem mais parar...Lágrimas, por saber que nunca mais poderei dizer que você é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Vejo toda a nossa história indo embora junto com essas tantas lágrimas. Toda aquela história que dissemos que seria eterna. Todo aquele amor que você disse que duraria pra sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Agora, mais uma vez, me vejo sozinha no escuro, sem saída e sem você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Todas as lembranças de um passado feliz, agora machucam e rasgam meu coração, como se fosse um simples pedaço de papel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Espero que, por pior que seja pra mim, seja feliz e ache alguém que possa te amar mais do que eu e possa te dar o que eu não pude, como eu tentarei achar alguém que eu possa amar mais de que amo você (o que acho muito difícil).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;É neste pedaço de papel insignificante, que escrevo, aos prantos, meus mais profundos sentimentos, sem negar por nenhum segundo que sempre vou te amar e sentirei sua falta e de tudo que passamos juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;&quot;Você é a razão pelas lágrimas caídas no meu violão&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;O único que tem o suficiente pra quebrar meu coração&quot; (8&#39;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/feeds/8826045269497509133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2011/01/tristeza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/8826045269497509133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/8826045269497509133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2011/01/tristeza.html' title='Tristeza'/><author><name>Queen J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00902120828828344839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVvLMSI0SsJLkz6UuxAXgcTVohpJIjQ-b5Yg65VGQ96vuhIblT1Z5_QpLTbwdz0mIfdpxY2k7URi-cCaCqrhE6WSpzyw60X1shUbnmr_9Yd4ONjpqSEyqzQ4Osc23sYo/s220/DSC_0290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHaLZNIvKPfZtSeGy70beeNQvrfAiMCVqU5xf07sexwcx1H-HOWoaomLNZhtkbZDwjK_QJ4uir18YhrnH_EM4lyIKwscAtQwgRIaY0Bv0BRB9DuQ1lE72-iLNV8yaoYPUup9SDhMJv0r8/s72-c/tristeza.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544520564930567575.post-7418764270778511990</id><published>2011-01-18T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-04-20T13:46:26.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Fim de Uma História de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembranças nossas vem me assombrar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Momentos que passamos juntos e que não vão mais voltar..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Momentos esses que não saem da minha mente e do meu coração..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Momentos que pude provar da felicidade..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Momentos esses que hoje são marcados por lágrimas.. Lágrimas de saudade..!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou vivendo em um mundo de ilusão.. Pensamentos de esperança...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esperança de que volte pra retomarmos nossa história..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou carregando um sorriso no rosto, mesmo que por dentro esteja em prantos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois de tudo que aconteceu, só te peço uma coisa: Volte para que meus sonhos se tornem realidade de novo..!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Venha tampar os buracos que foram feitos no meu coração com sua ida..!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivo a fantasia de achar que um dia você voltaria para mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivo da ilusão de que posso ser feliz sem você aqui comigo. De achar que nossa história não significa mais nada pra mim.. Um erro, uma ilusão...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por sua causa eu chorei lágrimas de tristeza desnecessárias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por sua causa meu coração antes inteiro, agora está em milhões de pedaços que não se regeneram.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por sua causa não tenho mais aquele belo sorriso que, um dia, disse que amava.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por sua causa não amarei de novo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você distruiu o melhor que havia em mim e, agora, vai pagar com suas lágrimas.. É a sua vez de chorar, sua vez de lamentar, sua vez de me querer de volta...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sua vez de sofrer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;by Jack&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/feeds/7418764270778511990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-fim-de-uma-historia-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/7418764270778511990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/7418764270778511990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-fim-de-uma-historia-de-amor.html' title='O Fim de Uma História de Amor'/><author><name>Queen J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00902120828828344839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVvLMSI0SsJLkz6UuxAXgcTVohpJIjQ-b5Yg65VGQ96vuhIblT1Z5_QpLTbwdz0mIfdpxY2k7URi-cCaCqrhE6WSpzyw60X1shUbnmr_9Yd4ONjpqSEyqzQ4Osc23sYo/s220/DSC_0290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDqc9Hz4xqbVjiavtxrRTlVsj4k5OUejffdaI1r1B_wI6AZxIJY_FEDcCfvA8GFvM96GXp43CNBrGmMZmeHL9i5m0wa9WxQrQ3we26V8wLmdEHGHSHpRKnokYpsNNxgyChXk8VABnLHig/s72-c/flor.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544520564930567575.post-1495507270031181586</id><published>2011-01-14T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T07:07:15.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meaning of Live / O Sentido da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrcg2_NULpcZ41pKrf-v2GRAYqk3iEQNhVfKGPknO8jFGPm4SzQQBVloQSzaSEniv_5RyaF0YXwFgkSVh9lVUSmmhW_ttxd4LPEmQoNuYhQgsfHKGSxV1prMuN60f6i65Zn_5FnDUZ57E/s1600/The+Meaning+Of+Life.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;193&quot; n4=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrcg2_NULpcZ41pKrf-v2GRAYqk3iEQNhVfKGPknO8jFGPm4SzQQBVloQSzaSEniv_5RyaF0YXwFgkSVh9lVUSmmhW_ttxd4LPEmQoNuYhQgsfHKGSxV1prMuN60f6i65Zn_5FnDUZ57E/s200/The+Meaning+Of+Life.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt; Life is really not easy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why we have to suffer so much and in the end everything will turn out the same way?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;People are like butterflyies: first they&#39;re strange and don&#39;t know what to be. Then they transform into something so beautiful and with a propouse in life...and so the live to end the same way as everybody or everything...they die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do we take things usefull from life when we die?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does living is so dificult, to make us learn and when we&#39;re finaly doing something right, life takes us?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this a way for every living thing? Never really discovored the reason we&#39;re here? Or is this beacause we had already found out and we don&#39;t need to do anything else here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questions that no one knows the answer and so we go on living, and learning, and dieing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;With this, I think we all have just one desire: as we can&#39;t discovored in life, hope we do it on death.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Tradução:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7o8wnsDaprJreZunP_e9EhkO2wGXyrUIUfXF6rD6UvDnivqNY9qtLCyJype4wJt1xNotPvsh-wa-h-vdEGC2LLFkZ_NNnF9xolM-iAqipR5PaIFMRcJc5C1VBp1_M6ZV4T44sUxsgNMc/s1600/789456.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; n4=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7o8wnsDaprJreZunP_e9EhkO2wGXyrUIUfXF6rD6UvDnivqNY9qtLCyJype4wJt1xNotPvsh-wa-h-vdEGC2LLFkZ_NNnF9xolM-iAqipR5PaIFMRcJc5C1VBp1_M6ZV4T44sUxsgNMc/s320/789456.bmp&quot; width=&quot;256&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida realmente não é facil...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por quê temos que sofrer tanto se, no final, tudo acaba do mesmo jeito?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pessoas são como borboletas: primeiro, são estranhas e não sabem que ser. Depois se transformam em algo tão lindo e com um propósito na vida...então elas vivem para terminar como tudo e todos...elas morrem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que levamos coisas uteis da vida quando morremos?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que a vida é tão difícil para nos ensinar e, quando finalmente estamos fazendo algo certo, ela nos leva?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;É esse o caminho para todas as coisas vivas? Nunca realmente descobrir a razão para estarmos aqui? Ou isso é porque já descobrimos e não temos mais nada para fazer aqui?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perguntas que ninguém sabe a resposta e então, continuamos vivento e aprendendo e morrendo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com isso, acho que todos temos apenas um desejo: já que não descobrimos em vida, espero que possamos descobrir na morte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/feeds/1495507270031181586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2011/01/meaning-of-live-o-sentido-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/1495507270031181586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/1495507270031181586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2011/01/meaning-of-live-o-sentido-da-vida.html' title='The Meaning of Live / O Sentido da Vida'/><author><name>Queen J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00902120828828344839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVvLMSI0SsJLkz6UuxAXgcTVohpJIjQ-b5Yg65VGQ96vuhIblT1Z5_QpLTbwdz0mIfdpxY2k7URi-cCaCqrhE6WSpzyw60X1shUbnmr_9Yd4ONjpqSEyqzQ4Osc23sYo/s220/DSC_0290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrcg2_NULpcZ41pKrf-v2GRAYqk3iEQNhVfKGPknO8jFGPm4SzQQBVloQSzaSEniv_5RyaF0YXwFgkSVh9lVUSmmhW_ttxd4LPEmQoNuYhQgsfHKGSxV1prMuN60f6i65Zn_5FnDUZ57E/s72-c/The+Meaning+Of+Life.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544520564930567575.post-465394528710811295</id><published>2011-01-04T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T18:30:36.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Marca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizzBh2GscaxCC3JhN6HBO2uyuVRhy7zDplOsZnxt-IHkmMGONs1sxRHd98GC7tqjzT2BGqkakq2TDM0BcCzY0XxPMp0aFGxEUUQz3_vVF2RfppKR6tfEHf-DJZ4bILNe4Q842c_98hXbw/s1600/buona20domenica.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;195&quot; n4=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizzBh2GscaxCC3JhN6HBO2uyuVRhy7zDplOsZnxt-IHkmMGONs1sxRHd98GC7tqjzT2BGqkakq2TDM0BcCzY0XxPMp0aFGxEUUQz3_vVF2RfppKR6tfEHf-DJZ4bILNe4Q842c_98hXbw/s200/buona20domenica.png&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos aqueles momentos, pra sempre serão eternos em meu coração..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tantas histórias pra contar, tantos sonhos compartilhados, tantas risadas, tantos abraços..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida reserva surpresas incriveis pra cada ser humano e a minha foi você..!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #b6d7a8;&quot;&gt;&quot;Minha Bella..que por ironia ou não, é mais linda vista aos meus olhos&quot;&lt;/span&gt;. Palavras sinceras que não são apenas simples palavras, jogadas no ar pra qualquer um ver, são a essência de nossas vidas juntas..O lugar mais precioso que divido com o mais perfeito dos corações...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu sonho de criança, de uma vida perfeita que acabou no momento que te conheci.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprendi que, vidas perfeitas não existem mas que a vida ao seu lado pode ser muito melhor do que um mar de rosas..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por ironia ou não, é a parte de mim da qual, sem, minha vida não estaria completa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um dia escutei de seus lábios que &lt;span style=&quot;color: #b6d7a8;&quot;&gt;&quot;É o seu sorriso que eu me lembro sempre e é do seu abraço que eu sinto mais falta quando vejo você&quot;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então digo: Foram nos seus olhos que eu vi a luz da minha existência..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi no seu sorriso que eu senti o verdadeiro sentido da vida..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi o seu abraço que me mostrou como é amar e ser amada..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi em você que encontrei meu mundo..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em uma carta de amor, nunca ouvi alguém colocar tanta força nas palavras, que rasgam o coração da maneira mais deliciosa possível..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;Amor,quando meu coração parar de bater, no histórico terão muitas batidas dele só pra você e vai ter uma marca que ninguém conseguiu fazer nele, que foi me fazer sentir saudade e chorar pela falta de uma amiga. Princesa do Castelo de Prata&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guardar cada pedacinho, por menor que seja de toda uma vida ao seu lado é mais do que um prazer..mais ainda é poder dizer que você foi parte dela e sempre será..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guardo, não porque precise de uma prova que, um dia, tive a melhor das amizades que um mero mortal poderia ter, mas sim pra me lembrar de cada momento que passei com meu amor e mantê-lo sempre vivo em minha alma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque tudo o que sinto por ti, está bem aqui, guardado onde ninguém nunca vai conseguir tirar..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;A maior das marcas já feitas em mim..e a única que não quero que suma..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Sua.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNj11rTIysZBd8y0ZwKf12XrPzpsbSB8fLpt229lTKzOLczRH7EpXG4KzYKFKew46YG7HEQtX0UCqfTDnw_0gcnOIwI7IytmTPKMcDIdZieuOMRaetHobEL8GzeQBno1l7JJROSVwx7IE/s1600/Eu+e+L%25C3%25A1zzaro00.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNj11rTIysZBd8y0ZwKf12XrPzpsbSB8fLpt229lTKzOLczRH7EpXG4KzYKFKew46YG7HEQtX0UCqfTDnw_0gcnOIwI7IytmTPKMcDIdZieuOMRaetHobEL8GzeQBno1l7JJROSVwx7IE/s320/Eu+e+L%25C3%25A1zzaro00.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dedicado à meu melhor amigo e irmão, Lázzaro Breves&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/feeds/465394528710811295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2011/01/marca.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/465394528710811295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/465394528710811295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2011/01/marca.html' title='A Marca'/><author><name>Queen J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00902120828828344839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVvLMSI0SsJLkz6UuxAXgcTVohpJIjQ-b5Yg65VGQ96vuhIblT1Z5_QpLTbwdz0mIfdpxY2k7URi-cCaCqrhE6WSpzyw60X1shUbnmr_9Yd4ONjpqSEyqzQ4Osc23sYo/s220/DSC_0290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizzBh2GscaxCC3JhN6HBO2uyuVRhy7zDplOsZnxt-IHkmMGONs1sxRHd98GC7tqjzT2BGqkakq2TDM0BcCzY0XxPMp0aFGxEUUQz3_vVF2RfppKR6tfEHf-DJZ4bILNe4Q842c_98hXbw/s72-c/buona20domenica.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544520564930567575.post-9164874690939726888</id><published>2010-12-30T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T17:20:44.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Proibido</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qual é o propósito da vida? Por que estamos sempre atrás do que não podemos ter?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;As pessoas tem o hábito de sempre querer aquilo que não está ao seu alcance, e por que?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque, por mais que seja estranho, que doa, que machuque, o proibido nos é atraente por ser proibido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://img.olhares.com/data/big/157/1573982.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;192&quot; n4=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;http://img.olhares.com/data/big/157/1573982.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somos considerados, pela bíblia, pecadores por terem comido o fruto proibido. Era proibido, exatamente como vários dos desejos de cada ser humano...Proibido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exatamente como nosso amor..Proibido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagino o porquê de tudo isso.. A finalidade do ser de gostar de passar por provações consideradas desnecessárias se existem outros caminhos muito menos turbulentos.. E ai está a resposta: Nem sempre o caminho mais fácil é o caminho certo..ou ainda: Proibido é bem melhor, perigoso é divertido..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em nossa história, a mesma da qual tentei sair antes mesmo de chegar a algum lugar, é a mesma que não tenho a mínima vontade de sair..E por que? Porque é proibida..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagino, ainda, o dia em que juntos reinaremos em meu reino imaginário em que me encontro te esperando incansávelmente..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagino, imagino, imagino... Não um conto de fadas, isso é passado. Mas sim uma história real, em um mundo real, com pessoas reais e, o mais importante, com a felicidade real de um sonho real..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/feeds/9164874690939726888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-proibido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/9164874690939726888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/9164874690939726888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-proibido.html' title='O Proibido'/><author><name>Queen J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00902120828828344839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVvLMSI0SsJLkz6UuxAXgcTVohpJIjQ-b5Yg65VGQ96vuhIblT1Z5_QpLTbwdz0mIfdpxY2k7URi-cCaCqrhE6WSpzyw60X1shUbnmr_9Yd4ONjpqSEyqzQ4Osc23sYo/s220/DSC_0290.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544520564930567575.post-3573210437757816369</id><published>2010-12-18T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T08:11:15.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIcZQcd2NtkYXmjbdq9TEfQemSyPq5wa1zEIJIROsxxzaDaEJLWT8LgDLRtiLzmcACNjIUdKJPLZGx54hTYr72Zyl2gIBrEkrkBniRk2D3OKJYZUVdlJ1lk7wDVEO5OAviGDbGdGY5TSk/s1600/image6677.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; n4=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIcZQcd2NtkYXmjbdq9TEfQemSyPq5wa1zEIJIROsxxzaDaEJLWT8LgDLRtiLzmcACNjIUdKJPLZGx54hTYr72Zyl2gIBrEkrkBniRk2D3OKJYZUVdlJ1lk7wDVEO5OAviGDbGdGY5TSk/s320/image6677.gif&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;O mundo está sempre em constante mudança. Cheio de idas e vindas, grandes amores, corações feridos, sonhos conquistados, derrotas vividas, amizades criadas, pessoas perdidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Todos os sonhos e felicidades...Boas lembranças de um tempo que não volta mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Ainda me pego pensando em tudo que um dia fomos e todos os planos que fizemos que não se cumpriram. Lembro do teu beijo, teu olhar, tua voz me dizendo coisas lindas, dos problemas que passamos, das brincadeiras e diversões..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Lembro das tuas palavras dizendo que ficariamos juntos pra sempre, que nunca me deixaria e sempre me amaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Ilusões..Ilusões que gostaria que não tivessem sido feitas. Passei um longo tempo, olhando pela janela do meu quarto, o mundo lá fora, que por tanto tempo deixei de aproveitar por causa do coração que não queria se recuperar da sua partida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Sonhos perdidos, vidas esquecidas..Toda aquela história que nunca mais vai voltar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Não tenho mais teus beijos, nem teu olhar, nem tua voz dizendo lindas coisas. Só a simples lembrança de dias de luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;É dificil entender porque as pessoas prometem coisas que não podem cumprir...nenhuma das promessas que te fiz foram da boca pra fora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Nenhuma se quer! No entanto, vejo que todas as suas foram simples palavras.. passageiras... em vão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Hoje em dia, descubro que amores vem e vão como o sol e a lua: todos os dias o sol nasce e a noite some e dá espaço a lua e as estrelas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Assim é a vida...Temos um dia inteiro pra fazer o que quisermos e, por mais que não gostemos, em 24 horas ele termina mas dá lugar a lindas noites com luas e estrelas tão brilhantes quanto o sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Com você eu tinha o sol..meu dia lindo, perfeito e iluminado. Mas o dia, infelizmente, acabou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;De você só tenho as lembranças e assim será...Todas as lágrimas, um dia derramadas por sua causa, vão se secar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;E se algum dia te encontrar de novo nesse mundo tão grande, pode ter a certeza que todas essas mesmas lágrimas já estarão bem secas e meu coração refeito e amando alguém melhor que você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Meu dia acabou, sim..Mas a noite está chegando com a mais linda das luas e as mais brilhantes estrelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;E mesmo depois de todo o sofrimento que me fez passar, ainda posso te desejar uma coisa: Seja feliz aonde e com quem quiser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Porque estarei melhor sem você..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/feeds/3573210437757816369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2010/12/sem-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/3573210437757816369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/3573210437757816369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2010/12/sem-voce.html' title='Sem Você'/><author><name>Queen J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00902120828828344839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVvLMSI0SsJLkz6UuxAXgcTVohpJIjQ-b5Yg65VGQ96vuhIblT1Z5_QpLTbwdz0mIfdpxY2k7URi-cCaCqrhE6WSpzyw60X1shUbnmr_9Yd4ONjpqSEyqzQ4Osc23sYo/s220/DSC_0290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIcZQcd2NtkYXmjbdq9TEfQemSyPq5wa1zEIJIROsxxzaDaEJLWT8LgDLRtiLzmcACNjIUdKJPLZGx54hTYr72Zyl2gIBrEkrkBniRk2D3OKJYZUVdlJ1lk7wDVEO5OAviGDbGdGY5TSk/s72-c/image6677.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544520564930567575.post-1046282001101237404</id><published>2010-12-12T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T16:47:37.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Quarto Escuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYGodfMw5KjON9SVGA3QN-h5JmUH8o6kkYH_YuDsXa0cr2Amska6gNFDO24ZWIbzrthTKbYgXRwz_GDJXXAkEuJGQFzokEZ7WclAxoN8eL9qwrlVBzbody__lxOljvFsTWOzxk72NM31Q/s1600/1258082920294_f.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; n4=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYGodfMw5KjON9SVGA3QN-h5JmUH8o6kkYH_YuDsXa0cr2Amska6gNFDO24ZWIbzrthTKbYgXRwz_GDJXXAkEuJGQFzokEZ7WclAxoN8eL9qwrlVBzbody__lxOljvFsTWOzxk72NM31Q/s320/1258082920294_f.jpg&quot; width=&quot;228&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;As coisas são sempre complicadas, difíceis e estranhas nesse mundo que nunca pára e gosta de criticar tudo que nele existe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que nos faz pensar que a vida é algo facil? Que é só deixar que o tempo dá um jeito em tudo e todas as marcas cicatrizarão? Só a ilusão criada dentro de você que te faz achar que isso é possível!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aqueles monstros dentro da minha cabeça, gritando, perseguindo e me atormentando todas as noites, nunca me deixando dormir, sonhar e viver em paz, eles não sairão de dentro dos meus pensamentos nunca! Só mudarão de sentido e meta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seus grandes olhos verdes que costumavam ser meu paraíso verde, como as florestas são abrigo e necessidade aos pássaros, agora são a sombra da escuridão dos meus dias mais brilhantes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria teu sorriso só para mim, para ter o que alegrar minha vida, mas eles passaram a rir e zombar da minha dor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria teus lábios tocando os meus com ternura, mas só estão falando palavras de desagrado e não estão mais ao meu alcance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria tuas mãos me segurando para que eu não caia nos meus próprios devaneios, mas, em vez disso, elas me empurram para mais fundo no abismo de meus pesadelos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria teus olhos expressando os sentimentos mais puros que sempre me acalmavam, mas agora estão frios e duros como pedra e não brilham mais para mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei porquê ainda continuo aqui. Tentei de tudo para abrir uma fresta na porta e ver um feixe de luz, mas tudo a minha volta parece estar totalmente lacrado e o mundo lá fora não me é permitido ver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espero, algum dia, conseguir sair dessa escuridão total e, pelo menos por alguns minutos, ser capaz de ver nem que seja uma única estrela no céu para descançar meu coração e deixar minha alma em paz. Se não, que meu ser caia na total decadência e adormeça para sempre sob o céu escuro e que assim, seja banhado pela doce e terna lua.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/feeds/1046282001101237404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2010/12/meu-quarto-escuro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/1046282001101237404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/1046282001101237404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2010/12/meu-quarto-escuro.html' title='Meu Quarto Escuro'/><author><name>Queen J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00902120828828344839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVvLMSI0SsJLkz6UuxAXgcTVohpJIjQ-b5Yg65VGQ96vuhIblT1Z5_QpLTbwdz0mIfdpxY2k7URi-cCaCqrhE6WSpzyw60X1shUbnmr_9Yd4ONjpqSEyqzQ4Osc23sYo/s220/DSC_0290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYGodfMw5KjON9SVGA3QN-h5JmUH8o6kkYH_YuDsXa0cr2Amska6gNFDO24ZWIbzrthTKbYgXRwz_GDJXXAkEuJGQFzokEZ7WclAxoN8eL9qwrlVBzbody__lxOljvFsTWOzxk72NM31Q/s72-c/1258082920294_f.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544520564930567575.post-274888351211147981</id><published>2010-12-05T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T17:03:18.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo Perfeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;As gotas caem carregadas e batem na janela do meu quarto enquanto eu olho distraida para toda aquela água que purifica a rua, as casas, as plantas. Será que também purificam meu ser?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olho pela janela do meu quarto e vejo tudo que eu perdi...Gostaria de voltar no tempo e recuperar tudo aquilo..Queria que o mundo fosse perfeito, que a vida fosse paz e que os sonhos fossem realidade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMnMct_rslOUfr7loRCDk19zy7KgbTVN_RoOcsnpQ_nV0Unb-AFM1KtRUiRExSJQ8niNng1H2yzK3kMgb1jYPyYtoepw-iLMCzea3H9sh09r7Oyp-VmvcaQ5QunkPfnaCuohSNL-hbcA8/s1600/bolha-na-flor.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;159&quot; ox=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMnMct_rslOUfr7loRCDk19zy7KgbTVN_RoOcsnpQ_nV0Unb-AFM1KtRUiRExSJQ8niNng1H2yzK3kMgb1jYPyYtoepw-iLMCzea3H9sh09r7Oyp-VmvcaQ5QunkPfnaCuohSNL-hbcA8/s200/bolha-na-flor.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por quê, outrora, me vês indo embora, partindo para um lugar distante, longe de você e não fazes nada para impedir essa tragédia? Ah, se o mundo fosse perfeito...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;A chuva continua a cair e eu aqui dentro desse quarto escuro querendo jogar meus monstros pela janela e esperar que eles escoem com a água da chuva.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto-me trancada e sem saída desse mundo que criei dentro de mim para escapar da realidade e agora, meu mundo utópico, não permite que eu me transforme na realidade da qual escapei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nesse mundo de erros e mentiras, faltam sonhos, falta vida, falta compaixão, falta amor...falta fé. Fé na vida, nos sonhos...no amor. Aqui, dentro desse quarto, havia fé...mas ela é e única que passeia pela chuva e, as vezes, deixa-me sozinha com meus devaneios...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;O mundo perfeito que tento formar em um pequeno pedaço de terra, seria perfeito se você estivesse nele como está nos meus sonhos...mas minha esperança de dias de glória, foram junto com você e as águas das chuvas...Para o fundo do mais profundo dos mares.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/feeds/274888351211147981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2010/12/mundo-perfeito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/274888351211147981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/274888351211147981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2010/12/mundo-perfeito.html' title='Mundo Perfeito'/><author><name>Queen J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00902120828828344839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVvLMSI0SsJLkz6UuxAXgcTVohpJIjQ-b5Yg65VGQ96vuhIblT1Z5_QpLTbwdz0mIfdpxY2k7URi-cCaCqrhE6WSpzyw60X1shUbnmr_9Yd4ONjpqSEyqzQ4Osc23sYo/s220/DSC_0290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMnMct_rslOUfr7loRCDk19zy7KgbTVN_RoOcsnpQ_nV0Unb-AFM1KtRUiRExSJQ8niNng1H2yzK3kMgb1jYPyYtoepw-iLMCzea3H9sh09r7Oyp-VmvcaQ5QunkPfnaCuohSNL-hbcA8/s72-c/bolha-na-flor.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544520564930567575.post-8126542225071112461</id><published>2010-12-03T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T16:48:50.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não Mais Haverá E Sempre Existirá...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKnaSOYIYAElA_MxKrS76ZDqji4bbS2fjkQGD5ijWUM-Hn2wRnrvvjCZHyIww3_ditxYka3Jy0ZQUMP3choNzzqbN6MEIu6miKUSwsW4wHaHQREcYrlntxAXVe9eYrp9L_X-MxL-ZN224/s1600/OgAAABMe9pMHfAW9lPmeYk44Ok6EVhC6JlWOI1zFY-Aei-QCF3SN1VJu74fyVxRKcxjK5SCljI9NaMTKchw9Z9PODUoAm1T1UAT__c5IWfOJl39jkjggoa8z2TRZ.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; ox=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKnaSOYIYAElA_MxKrS76ZDqji4bbS2fjkQGD5ijWUM-Hn2wRnrvvjCZHyIww3_ditxYka3Jy0ZQUMP3choNzzqbN6MEIu6miKUSwsW4wHaHQREcYrlntxAXVe9eYrp9L_X-MxL-ZN224/s400/OgAAABMe9pMHfAW9lPmeYk44Ok6EVhC6JlWOI1zFY-Aei-QCF3SN1VJu74fyVxRKcxjK5SCljI9NaMTKchw9Z9PODUoAm1T1UAT__c5IWfOJl39jkjggoa8z2TRZ.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tempo passa, as coisas mudam, nós evoluimos e nada nunca volta a ser como antes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parece tão pouco, mas foram em 3 anos que criamos os laços mais fortes de amor, carinho, fraternidade que nos acompanharão até o final de nossas vidas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo que aprendemos juntos, vai muito além de conhecimento acadêmico, mas o necessário para vivermos como pessoas melhores e mais preparadas para o mundo lá fora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjynPWxyGzoadSrnCWH6MzsrU84i-PLnqv9VlJJJ27nmkFK2uvvn7OW8QFLeISSuYKymGbZbI8ptgTcXJi00H7SNGo0Mfui-uMDuTJLp21L0k-BoZpxb68vRtFAlMH6svNHRoBp__qeTtw/s1600/Galera4.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; ox=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjynPWxyGzoadSrnCWH6MzsrU84i-PLnqv9VlJJJ27nmkFK2uvvn7OW8QFLeISSuYKymGbZbI8ptgTcXJi00H7SNGo0Mfui-uMDuTJLp21L0k-BoZpxb68vRtFAlMH6svNHRoBp__qeTtw/s320/Galera4.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo sabendo que esse sentimento e essas lembranças serão eternos em nossos corações, ainda é difícil dizer adeus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não mais haverá o verde do jardim, ou a visão do sol nascendo para mais um dia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não mais terá aqueles rostos conhecidos há tanto tempo, ou os momentos que seguramos a mão um do outro para nos apoiarmos juntos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não mais sentiremos o cheiro da relva, ou o frio de Junho que era congelante e nos unia ainda mais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os sonhos que compartilhamos, as risadas que nos fazia ter esperança, as lágrimas que secamos juntos, as brigas que tivemos que, mesmo assim, ficavamos juntos no final.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;É, como vimos cada um crescer e crescemos juntos nesse mundo que só nós conhecemos. &lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;O nosso mundo!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Aquele que nos dá a oportunidade de ter muito mais que um simples futuro acadêmico.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG7Dvrv0vXyWrm5oNVRh7vqqpOriPTTsDGl8dIjqaRjvwCNWMxgwH8VoySGd4NGEKur46izSaZolPC4UaTIiABN09ApxfLlr2prYWct0TBaXrOSAzXpkhQdpMtvMsLIG3k8LPGzcyx58Y/s1600/OgAAAOuZXqZBo90dKIjjEEYYhXi3rioyRj6NAhRts4xcDWd3U856PnSgnoNo5ihlks7n8104mQp2Q_plO04xKcMp9hkAm1T1UPY8T7gM1S9kDZndXuCmV4vUJrbI.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; ox=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG7Dvrv0vXyWrm5oNVRh7vqqpOriPTTsDGl8dIjqaRjvwCNWMxgwH8VoySGd4NGEKur46izSaZolPC4UaTIiABN09ApxfLlr2prYWct0TBaXrOSAzXpkhQdpMtvMsLIG3k8LPGzcyx58Y/s320/OgAAAOuZXqZBo90dKIjjEEYYhXi3rioyRj6NAhRts4xcDWd3U856PnSgnoNo5ihlks7n8104mQp2Q_plO04xKcMp9hkAm1T1UPY8T7gM1S9kDZndXuCmV4vUJrbI.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acho que falo em nome de todos quando digo que seremos eternamente gratos a cada pessoa que fez parte dessa história e desses momentos inesquecíveis que, podem ter acabado agora, mas enquanto lembrarmos de como foi importante, será eterno.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;E, quando chegarmos lá na frente com nosso futuro formado, consolidado e cheio de conquistas e tropeços, lembraremos daqueles anos que ficaram tão distantes, que nos fizeram o que somos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Veremos aqueles rostos que nos davam forças para seguir, lembraremos das brincadeiras, das trapalhadas, dos sonhos, dos lugares, daquela ultima festa e saberemos que sem isso, não seriamos completos no hoje e no amanhã. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então choraremos por não ter mais aquilo, vamos rir pelas lembranças divertidas, nos orgulharemos por termos participado daquela história, sentiremos falta de cada momento e viveremos felizes por saber que não foi somente um sonho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPe0Ht_mpsipXHW2VQvg_dQS4KaPzBg15suyt4ioXAijIfVcdaTkN4CaYpstvthvLxUrEfBIF5k8vhqoRJ8HvIc2FSdpDIkQ_BxRKvRVhCG-uTkKevJuJnrRh3TOxYbx94nDAOLwleniY/s1600/OgAAACYMoPlO3gzJnd4aWt-ytymWFSlJHh1pCj4RqOOkeW3XzURXUu_XvDodHz2nb-8qIOpSK5Ds3MWwwh8HdGZDbE0Am1T1UGToeumDpEpBesD_TABHLtJdRWBC.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; ox=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPe0Ht_mpsipXHW2VQvg_dQS4KaPzBg15suyt4ioXAijIfVcdaTkN4CaYpstvthvLxUrEfBIF5k8vhqoRJ8HvIc2FSdpDIkQ_BxRKvRVhCG-uTkKevJuJnrRh3TOxYbx94nDAOLwleniY/s400/OgAAACYMoPlO3gzJnd4aWt-ytymWFSlJHh1pCj4RqOOkeW3XzURXUu_XvDodHz2nb-8qIOpSK5Ds3MWwwh8HdGZDbE0Am1T1UGToeumDpEpBesD_TABHLtJdRWBC.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para Sempre CANP! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;2008-2010 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;103/113&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 202/212&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 302/312&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/feeds/8126542225071112461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2010/12/nao-mais-havera-e-sempre-existira.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/8126542225071112461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544520564930567575/posts/default/8126542225071112461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackcontos.blogspot.com/2010/12/nao-mais-havera-e-sempre-existira.html' title='Não Mais Haverá E Sempre Existirá...'/><author><name>Queen J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00902120828828344839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVvLMSI0SsJLkz6UuxAXgcTVohpJIjQ-b5Yg65VGQ96vuhIblT1Z5_QpLTbwdz0mIfdpxY2k7URi-cCaCqrhE6WSpzyw60X1shUbnmr_9Yd4ONjpqSEyqzQ4Osc23sYo/s220/DSC_0290.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKnaSOYIYAElA_MxKrS76ZDqji4bbS2fjkQGD5ijWUM-Hn2wRnrvvjCZHyIww3_ditxYka3Jy0ZQUMP3choNzzqbN6MEIu6miKUSwsW4wHaHQREcYrlntxAXVe9eYrp9L_X-MxL-ZN224/s72-c/OgAAABMe9pMHfAW9lPmeYk44Ok6EVhC6JlWOI1zFY-Aei-QCF3SN1VJu74fyVxRKcxjK5SCljI9NaMTKchw9Z9PODUoAm1T1UAT__c5IWfOJl39jkjggoa8z2TRZ.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544520564930567575.post-2056441094937656319</id><published>2010-11-30T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T18:33:53.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikPGMR9QVqCDQ5bIplusiMlUjh9QAFlClR1a1Eb2VsJLtrCgQPt3XiBH2CmEMQ6GuSU55MhWoh1hb8BWLQu_Q5T3MxWY5JlrkOEP_0aZiqZ1-rbV2k5WT-2ayDQUYvuge4uvPrJQeJzbE/s1600/af6b0a903a89719ce45cb7cc1902524b3d43f860.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;132&quot; ox=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikPGMR9QVqCDQ5bIplusiMlUjh9QAFlClR1a1Eb2VsJLtrCgQPt3XiBH2CmEMQ6GuSU55MhWoh1hb8BWLQu_Q5T3MxWY5JlrkOEP_0aZiqZ1-rbV2k5WT-2ayDQUYvuge4uvPrJQeJzbE/s200/af6b0a903a89719ce45cb7cc1902524b3d43f860.jpeg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Um dia parará pra olhar o que passou e verá uma trilha de lutas e glórias, dores e derrotas, sonhos e vitórias...lá, sempre na memória, e virá a chorar por cada lembrança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Um dia verá que o mundo é simples e que um simples sorriso ou um olhar reconfortante em sua direção, mudarão seu mundo eternamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;A criança que sonha e pula dentro de você, sempre a mantenha viva, porque é ela que move seus sonhos e sua vontade de permanecer aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Nunca desista do mundo, porque, mesmo com todos os altos e baixos, ele é a perfeição divina que se deve agradecer todas as manhãs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;O rosto mais sorridente, aquela que sempre está ali pra reconfortar, pra ajudar, pra te dar uma esperança onde não há mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Aquela que encanta, aquela que luta e nunca desiste de sonhar. O mundo colorido e cheio de esplendor está em &lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;VOCÊ&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eternamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxTNmbS2upGMMmg7uhCiHiaW2-PfCE3qDaEZ2tlfBipiLtWmG1pYbGbTnATP1sEgig3mn0SFw0kngflxglIVC1U091WIESuM7ilN7C2lC5uiZfUfmVsZ-6WeEOwVpUK4DrbnQpAnlhyphenhyphendA/s1600/slideshow-harrypotter-17.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;205&quot; ox=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxTNmbS2upGMMmg7uhCiHiaW2-PfCE3qDaEZ2tlfBipiLtWmG1pYbGbTnATP1sEgig3mn0SFw0kngflxglIVC1U091WIESuM7ilN7C2lC5uiZfUfmVsZ-6WeEOwVpUK4DrbnQpAnlhyphenhyphendA/s400/slideshow-harrypotter-17.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aaah como eles eram pequenos...como crescemos junto com eles...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;E mesmo depois de tanto tempo, ainda parece ontem a primeira vez que os vi. a primeira vez que li os livros, a primeira vez que vi os filmes, a primeira vez que disse: Esses sempre serão meus idolos e estarão em meu coração e na minha vida para sempre!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, por quê tinham que crescer? Por quê tinha que acabar? Coisas boas deviam durar para sempre! Mas vocês serão eternos em nossos corações e isso é fato comprovado!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ensinaram a nunca desistir de um sonho por mais dificil que ele seja de alcançar..somos capazes de ter tudo que desejamos, apenas devemos nos esforçar para conseguir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixarão saudades, mas eternamente estarão invadindo mais e mais vidas para mostrar que o mau existe e está dentro de cada um de nós também, mas que ele só vence se você permitir. Sua vontade é mais forte que os monstros que brigam dentro de você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sonhe, vença, vá aonde niguém nunca pensou em ir!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Porque é isso que se aprende com o mundo HP!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poderia estender esse post muito mais que isso e ainda não seria o suficiente para dizer o quanto aprendi e cresci com vocês e o quanto são importantes para mim ou o quanto vou sentir falta daquela espectativa de esperar mais um livro ou outro filme incrivel! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, só de saber que vocês existiram e que ainda estarão aqui quando abrir meus sonhos e perceber que não é apenas um sonho, já me vale a satisfação!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agradeço eternamente por fazerem parte da minha vida! Atores, personagens, &lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;todos me ensinaram a ser algo melhor!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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