<?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-4865226527913949999</id><updated>2024-09-06T17:42:27.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras Por Palavras !</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865226527913949999.post-4212090705473622164</id><published>2011-08-20T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T18:07:37.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofrer</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/AVvXsEg7o6EigWTdOlceomLxfDnmIat7N98RxIfim9ZAodxLKPVShyPL05JtI50UWuLFAN5NDlHgKhn2vr4SqiIIrUEj6GF7Ng8IIqRE6watjVuubvSgcMpePVKdRWNbNR0gtDlJKSxOTNnHQELe/s1600/sofrer.bmp.jpeg&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;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7o6EigWTdOlceomLxfDnmIat7N98RxIfim9ZAodxLKPVShyPL05JtI50UWuLFAN5NDlHgKhn2vr4SqiIIrUEj6GF7Ng8IIqRE6watjVuubvSgcMpePVKdRWNbNR0gtDlJKSxOTNnHQELe/s320/sofrer.bmp.jpeg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Sabe o que é sofrer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Sofrer é fingir uma felicidade ilusória. É ter um amor platônico. É ser injustiçado. Sofrer é querer gritar para o mundo inteiro que você ama uma pessoa, mas nunca falou antes porque tem medo de perder sua amizade. Sofrer é repartir um pão com toda a família. Sofrer é recorrer a um passado cheio de tristeza, para ver qual é o pior, o passado ou o presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Sofrer é não viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Chega de&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/poemas/vida-o-que-pensar-dela/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também Vida...O que pensar dela?&quot;&gt;pensar&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;nos outros e principalmente pensar em quem nunca se preocupou comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; line-height: 30px;&quot;&gt;Esses tombos não nos afetará em nada &amp;amp; sim nos fortalecerá mais e mais, aprendi também que para&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/ser-feliz/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também Ser Feliz...&quot;&gt;ser feliz&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;não precisamos de amores,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/e-hoje-so-amigos/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também E hoje? Só amigos&quot;&gt;amigos&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;etc, e sim de&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/nao-se-deixe-influenciar/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também Não se deixe influenciar&quot;&gt;Deus&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;por que só ele que estará sempre do nosso lado para oque precisarmos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; line-height: 30px;&quot;&gt;Sei que a&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/com-o-tempo-aprendi/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também Com o tempo aprendi&quot;&gt;vida&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;nunca vai ser do jeito que eu quero &amp;amp; sim do jeito que&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/a-vida-e-uma-jornada/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também A vida é uma jornada...&quot;&gt;Deus&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;planejou para mim, eu sei que preciso confiar mas nele,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/poemas/por-que-te-amo-porques/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também Por que te amo - Porquês&quot;&gt;porque&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;ele sim estará sempre do meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/8743670442104047302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-eu-sei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/8743670442104047302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/8743670442104047302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-eu-sei.html' title='É, eu sei …'/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHMWNPJFDt8Q39_YrU2ouOD-KqwQaFRAl0-CK5p6TujErwPhW4wgOk-sdrmBgEhKjs9NRJpq1rtx818DGSPrhOlXbzUmMw62EAcE9tlGQFd4a0JbaX37OzXbk3FG2x2xO5KYbF6oYJbcTi/s72-c/18944887.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865226527913949999.post-8599624544725423148</id><published>2011-08-16T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T05:24:59.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não aguento mais !</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/AVvXsEh2izkAIzx-wUDEIz0H4v-HuWxBYLcjEeFQe6oT5QoSxmFxm4RzV44G9b8C6k-0DpI5eRhvGty7e-eM8stG0NfmLaiyVkJgnLpGD1f6jdlaJ7BC3GfxS18wilK1_vgzATxSzlGvGogyMTHO/s1600/eu-nao-aguento-mais-3669684-56954.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;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2izkAIzx-wUDEIz0H4v-HuWxBYLcjEeFQe6oT5QoSxmFxm4RzV44G9b8C6k-0DpI5eRhvGty7e-eM8stG0NfmLaiyVkJgnLpGD1f6jdlaJ7BC3GfxS18wilK1_vgzATxSzlGvGogyMTHO/s320/eu-nao-aguento-mais-3669684-56954.jpg&quot; width=&quot;296&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; line-height: 30px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 30px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Eu não aguento mais , você não sabe a&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/falta-algo/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também Falta algo&quot;&gt;falta&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;que me faz.Como que&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/eu-queria/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também Eu queria&quot;&gt;eu queria&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;estar com você , como eu&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/queria-poder/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também Queria Poder...&quot;&gt;queria poder&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;falar&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/poemas/viva-intensamente/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também Viva intensamente!&quot;&gt;tudo&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;que estou sentindo , eu queria poder te&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/o-navegante-da-escuridao/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também O navegante da escuridão&quot;&gt;sentir&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;, te&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/amor-paradoxal/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também Amor paradoxal&quot;&gt;abraçar&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;, te beijar ou ao menos ouvir sua voz. Por que isso dói tanto ? Por que você fez isso&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/se-voce-estivesse-comigo/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também Se você estivesse comigo...&quot;&gt;comigo&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;? Eu te dei todo&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/outros/meu-amor/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também Meu amor !&quot;&gt;meu amor&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;, eu tentei te fazer feliz.&lt;br /&gt;
Por que eu não consigo te&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/outros/amizade-ou-amor-esquecer-ou-nao-esquecer/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também Amizade ou amor? Esquecer ou não esquecer?&quot;&gt;esquecer&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;? as vezes tudo que eu quero é&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/to-tentando-te-esquecer/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também To tentando te esquecer&quot;&gt;te esquecer&lt;/a&gt;. Você me fez mal , você está me fazendo mal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/eu-tento/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também Eu tento...&quot;&gt;Eu tento&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;não ter uma recaida , mais aonde eu vou , tudo que eu faço , me faz lembrar você. Você não sai da minha cabeça.&amp;nbsp;Você já deve ter esquecido dos&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/querido-amigo/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também Querido amigo&quot;&gt;momentos&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;que passamos juntos , a é você nunca sentiu nada por&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/o-segredo-de-mim-mesmo/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também O segredo de mim mesmo&quot;&gt;mim mesmo&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;, pra você tanto faz , eu não tenho nenhuma significancia.&amp;nbsp;Apesar dos apesares você me fez feliz , mais do que importa isso , se hoje estou infeliz sem você , meu coraçao está partido , meu mundo acabou , estou sem chão.&amp;nbsp;Mais eu&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/poemas/nao-sei-o-que-vi-em-voce/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também Não sei o que vi em você&quot;&gt;não sei&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;quanto&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/com-o-tempo-tudo-muda/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também Com o tempo tudo muda&quot;&gt;tempo&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;ainda vai durar essa dor ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/poemas/talvez-voce/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também Talvez você...&quot;&gt;talvez&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;daqui um tempo eu nem lembre mais de você , de tudo que passamos , talvez você não signifique mais nada pra mim. Mais lembre que um dia eu te amei , e você foi tudo pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;
Essa é a última vez que escrevo sobre essa dor , agora bola pra frente , ainda vou&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/nao-se-deixe-influenciar/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também Não se deixe influenciar&quot;&gt;esquecer&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;você , e de tudo que passamos ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/porque-tudo-e-assim/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também Porque tudo é assim ?&quot;&gt;porque&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;isso só está me fazendo&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/o-pior-de-tudo/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também O pior de tudo&quot;&gt;sofrer&lt;/a&gt;. Perfeita , não sou , mais dei o melhor de mim , ATÉ O&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/e-era-o-fim/&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;Leia também E era o fim&quot;&gt;FIM&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/8599624544725423148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-aguento-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/8599624544725423148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/8599624544725423148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-aguento-mais.html' title='Não aguento mais !'/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2izkAIzx-wUDEIz0H4v-HuWxBYLcjEeFQe6oT5QoSxmFxm4RzV44G9b8C6k-0DpI5eRhvGty7e-eM8stG0NfmLaiyVkJgnLpGD1f6jdlaJ7BC3GfxS18wilK1_vgzATxSzlGvGogyMTHO/s72-c/eu-nao-aguento-mais-3669684-56954.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865226527913949999.post-7349137844770547911</id><published>2011-05-06T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T07:37:59.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gays</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/AVvXsEhYr4FR3aPsdMuGChU1TRmN3DDL_Em-06iQ5Acc-wgo4HY_22_r1aCxhuPIUkryt2nAgNRFUYdwbpyCV6oP0tIgWIY67RPuKkRkR4ii0NHOXeRH7PANuDxoT_m1tiSvmu5RtyfbO-LWpNIg/s1600/gay.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;290&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYr4FR3aPsdMuGChU1TRmN3DDL_Em-06iQ5Acc-wgo4HY_22_r1aCxhuPIUkryt2nAgNRFUYdwbpyCV6oP0tIgWIY67RPuKkRkR4ii0NHOXeRH7PANuDxoT_m1tiSvmu5RtyfbO-LWpNIg/s320/gay.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu adimiro os Gays&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class=&quot;post-title entry-title&quot; style=&quot;font: normal normal normal 24px/normal Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: small; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque quando você esta triste,ele consegue te fazer riir bem mais rapido que qualquer&amp;nbsp;amigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque mesmo com 658198254 problemas eles estão sempre felizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu admiro como eles conseguem vencer essa sociedade preconceituosa e ignorante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu os admiro pela alegria deles mesmo enfrentando o mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/7349137844770547911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/05/gays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/7349137844770547911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/7349137844770547911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/05/gays.html' title='Gays'/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYr4FR3aPsdMuGChU1TRmN3DDL_Em-06iQ5Acc-wgo4HY_22_r1aCxhuPIUkryt2nAgNRFUYdwbpyCV6oP0tIgWIY67RPuKkRkR4ii0NHOXeRH7PANuDxoT_m1tiSvmu5RtyfbO-LWpNIg/s72-c/gay.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865226527913949999.post-7676774790329251750</id><published>2011-05-06T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T05:10:28.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digo que estou bem quando nao estou</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/AVvXsEhW2qy4nSGT4p4UdGgIxq9GjHqqOxImkpeyUKRScQBrMaWSkWJotUrkkW6T_3angG0z3MsbvmM5GCFpx6UEQL5xUajnv-480WJM9zxw9yk5QIvKxSLWlWlthHAMI2jxv6fPKYPz5mtPyNVT/s1600/127925845.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;214&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2qy4nSGT4p4UdGgIxq9GjHqqOxImkpeyUKRScQBrMaWSkWJotUrkkW6T_3angG0z3MsbvmM5GCFpx6UEQL5xUajnv-480WJM9zxw9yk5QIvKxSLWlWlthHAMI2jxv6fPKYPz5mtPyNVT/s320/127925845.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15px;&quot;&gt;Quando falo que estou bem, na maioria das vezes estou mal&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Quando digo que sinto falta de alguém, significa que eu queria essa pessoa do meu lado. Quando fico com raiva é sempre por causa de alguém. Quando vou dormir mais cedo é porque estou triste e fico a chorar. Quando estou amando essa pessoa nunca sabe. Quando eu estou sozinha é porque isso é uma preferência minha. Quando choro sem motivo eu apenas me estranho. As pessoas talvez não me entendam,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15px;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas o que eu mais quero agora é poder me entender também.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/7676774790329251750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/05/digo-que-estou-bem-quando-nao-estou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/7676774790329251750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/7676774790329251750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/05/digo-que-estou-bem-quando-nao-estou.html' title='Digo que estou bem quando nao estou'/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2qy4nSGT4p4UdGgIxq9GjHqqOxImkpeyUKRScQBrMaWSkWJotUrkkW6T_3angG0z3MsbvmM5GCFpx6UEQL5xUajnv-480WJM9zxw9yk5QIvKxSLWlWlthHAMI2jxv6fPKYPz5mtPyNVT/s72-c/127925845.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865226527913949999.post-5692452313746417513</id><published>2011-04-20T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T10:42:20.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</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/AVvXsEhFpK1EiTQ7CLyQkwBn6oQ2whaYasI5bB1I5ECnVMlY0TwSMy82ll71jNmJJQvGYX7OjF7-xSfKexXCXL5gyf4dYN_Ltt7Z_-RJN0ciflykPa_cAEmaqnSYmoMXqSFFAVu8fCPXBIpS3RxP/s1600/amor+com+as+m%25C3%25A3os.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;227&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFpK1EiTQ7CLyQkwBn6oQ2whaYasI5bB1I5ECnVMlY0TwSMy82ll71jNmJJQvGYX7OjF7-xSfKexXCXL5gyf4dYN_Ltt7Z_-RJN0ciflykPa_cAEmaqnSYmoMXqSFFAVu8fCPXBIpS3RxP/s320/amor+com+as+m%25C3%25A3os.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Falando de amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;É muito bonito falar do amor, todo mundo adora, acha lindo as pessoas sofrerem uns pelos outros, aguentarem a dor do sofrimento. O amor é um sentimento&amp;nbsp;involuntário que entra em nossas vidas sem pedir licença , sabe amar é&amp;nbsp;sofrer&amp;nbsp;mais sofrer de outra&amp;nbsp;maneira, é querer sempre esta do lado de alguém, olhar profundamente nos olhos e ver sua&amp;nbsp;inocência. Muitos acham que o amor é uma doença, o amor nao é doença, apesar de sentirmos palpitações, nosso coração esta sempre bem !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/5692452313746417513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/5692452313746417513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/5692452313746417513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFpK1EiTQ7CLyQkwBn6oQ2whaYasI5bB1I5ECnVMlY0TwSMy82ll71jNmJJQvGYX7OjF7-xSfKexXCXL5gyf4dYN_Ltt7Z_-RJN0ciflykPa_cAEmaqnSYmoMXqSFFAVu8fCPXBIpS3RxP/s72-c/amor+com+as+m%25C3%25A3os.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865226527913949999.post-1985834951452962983</id><published>2011-04-20T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T10:27:03.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida</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/AVvXsEhPruG6g8cwu7W3qyXwhBGMcp_6KWnlUcEYRmHI2DGP7NoJOdHGxQsneMNoACUm6y2_Pk9dVAX5duzWGW1Bfz_FP94hMPvhgRB2g4eriJ09h-jgBSy_3Fbev92YhDB1SaB6YF6LW2DDndaO/s1600/images+%25281%2529.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;173&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPruG6g8cwu7W3qyXwhBGMcp_6KWnlUcEYRmHI2DGP7NoJOdHGxQsneMNoACUm6y2_Pk9dVAX5duzWGW1Bfz_FP94hMPvhgRB2g4eriJ09h-jgBSy_3Fbev92YhDB1SaB6YF6LW2DDndaO/s320/images+%25281%2529.jpg&quot; width=&quot;291&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Valeu apena&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Os momentos, as emoçoes e sentimentos, isso são as coisas mais imperfeitamente perfeitas que existem na nossa humilde e míseravel existência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;ora você promete a si mesmo que jamais amará aquela pessoa, ora você só a quer perto de voc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;ê, trocando calor num abraço apaixonado cujo você não quer abrir mão jamais. Apesar de tudo é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;essa&amp;nbsp;sensação que faz tudo valer a pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;, nada fará a existência de um ser humano mais prazerosa do que o sentimento mais odiado e amado de todos, o amor. Sua vida será vazia e fria como uma lâmina mal forjada ou cheia de beleza como o desabrochar de uma cerejeira, você pode escolher. Não tenha medo de amar, não se afaste daquilo que pode te trazer perto da verdadeira felicidade. Não estou lhe dizendo para sair por aí a procura de um amor, procurar por isso é perda de tempo e você estará se iludindo, espere, Um dia, o amor lhe baterá as portas, e você verá que valeu apena a espera .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/1985834951452962983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/vida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/1985834951452962983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/1985834951452962983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/vida.html' title='A vida'/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPruG6g8cwu7W3qyXwhBGMcp_6KWnlUcEYRmHI2DGP7NoJOdHGxQsneMNoACUm6y2_Pk9dVAX5duzWGW1Bfz_FP94hMPvhgRB2g4eriJ09h-jgBSy_3Fbev92YhDB1SaB6YF6LW2DDndaO/s72-c/images+%25281%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865226527913949999.post-4681235233967310763</id><published>2011-04-19T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:56:43.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não espere nada cair do céu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&#39;allowfullscreen&#39; webkitallowfullscreen=&#39;webkitallowfullscreen&#39; mozallowfullscreen=&#39;mozallowfullscreen&#39; width=&#39;320&#39; height=&#39;266&#39; src=&#39;https://www.youtube.com/embed/CoTyQAFTNIk?feature=player_embedded&#39; frameborder=&#39;0&#39;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-weight: 700;&quot;&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Eu sou brasileiro, sou do rio de janeiro, demoro, eu sou funkeiro sim. Oi por favor, deixa eu passar. Sou discriminado mas também sou educado, minha mãe me deu educação, e me botou pra estudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Pode crer, diz aí, quem diria o moleque cresceu. Cria de comunidade Cidade de Deus. Pé no chão olhos e sonhos acima das nuvens, das nuvens. Dinheiro não, só coração. Humildade, disciplina e saúde, diálogo certo um papo reto espero que ajude.&lt;br /&gt;
Muito prazer eu vou me apresentar :&amp;nbsp;Eu sou brasileiro, sou do rio de janeiro, Demoro, eu sou funkeiro sim. Oi por favor, deixa eu passar. Sou discriminado mas também sou educado, minha mãe me deu educação, e me botou pra estudar.&amp;nbsp;Descruze o braço, vá em frente. Não espere nada cair do céu, Porque de lá só cai chuva fiel, pois o nosso funk já levou soco nas costas e tapa no peito. Sabe aquelas coisas que acontecem que tu fica puto. Tipo assim querendo gritar eu tô maluco. Pra eu não revidar você não pode me agredir tem que me dar respeito. Não venha me chamar de favelado e de mau elemento, sou batalhador e o funk é o meu sustento. Com fé em Deus acreditei no meu talento e mergulhei no movimento.&amp;nbsp;Mas a nossa arma é o microfone e a munição é a voz e quem é de fechar então fala que é nóis. Mais uma vez eu vou cantar então : &amp;nbsp;Eu sou brasileiro, sou do rio de janeiro, Demoro, eu sou funkeiro sim. Oi por favor, deixa eu passar. Sou discriminado mas também sou educado, minha mãe me deu educação, e me botou pra estudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/4681235233967310763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-espere-nada-cair-do-ceu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/4681235233967310763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/4681235233967310763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-espere-nada-cair-do-ceu.html' title='Não espere nada cair do céu'/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865226527913949999.post-7863241829630690500</id><published>2011-04-12T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T16:00:30.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É tudo meu</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/AVvXsEhDFiWzym1rKYXK9y2Lf1IP6XzS4Fs-TnIM3uRcXdMr1gay6zCZDRUxLBXxo3JG_7D4XYrKKp1rPFa3tt4MgIiUaFcP45F0OXGej3WqYE5XKzDEJ_25MBd5AGtCr8OsbL9_FOvYDWLrMiqk/s1600/OgAAAAmi-nGaPDmt9xZawevT063_Q1Dqte65m6wWDc6DV_FKW7RzxJHsT7jzdlzzXsdII9GohJ-yo1i81yNmZ5nFcAIAm1T1ULNA4kJRamEZfM-CWuqwubkrAyGr.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/AVvXsEhDFiWzym1rKYXK9y2Lf1IP6XzS4Fs-TnIM3uRcXdMr1gay6zCZDRUxLBXxo3JG_7D4XYrKKp1rPFa3tt4MgIiUaFcP45F0OXGej3WqYE5XKzDEJ_25MBd5AGtCr8OsbL9_FOvYDWLrMiqk/s320/OgAAAAmi-nGaPDmt9xZawevT063_Q1Dqte65m6wWDc6DV_FKW7RzxJHsT7jzdlzzXsdII9GohJ-yo1i81yNmZ5nFcAIAm1T1ULNA4kJRamEZfM-CWuqwubkrAyGr.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minhas&amp;amp;Minhas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Pαlαvrα difícil de se definir. αfinαl, o que é αmizαde ? Segundo o nosso dicionαrio, αmizαde é : Sentimento fiel de αfeiçαõ, simpαtiα, ou ternurα entre pessoαs que gerαlmente nαõ sαõ ligαdαs por lαços de fαmíliα. Bom, estα certo. Mαs sαbemos que ser αmigo de αlguém é mt. mαis que isso ! Ser αmigo é qnd vs estα prα bαixo e é logo αnimαdα com umα grαçinhα dαquelα suα αmigα que é bobα αlegre que odeiα te ver αssim. É rαchαr o bico com umα coisα que só vcs entendem ! É qnd vs fαlα prα suα αmigα nαõ só o que elα gostαriα de ouvir. É zoαr αté α morte com elαs, mαs defende - lα dα infeliz que ousαr provocα - lα , É pαssαr por cαdα encrencα juntαs e sαirem rindo depois, É tentαr estudαr juntαs e αcαbαr td em bαgunçα e em guerrinhα de pαpel .. Ser αmigα é isso ! As vezes nαõ é preciso ter umα legiαõ de αmigαs, αs vezes αpenαs umα fαz vs se sentir feliz α quαlquer horα e lugαr. αquelα que vs quer sαir de cαsαlzinho αlgum diα, αquelα que rí delα mesmα, de vs, com vs ! Aquelα que vs morre de ciúmes, mαs nuncα αdmite, αquelα que se nαõ existisse α vidα teriα menor grαçα, αquelα que fαz de tudo prα te ver feliz, mesmo que tenhα que fαzer&amp;nbsp;absurdos&amp;nbsp;prα isso ! αquelα que vαi sorrir com lαgrimαs nos olhos qnd vs se cαsαr, αquelα que prometeu ser α mαdrinhα dos seus filhos, αquelα que vs quer envelhecer sendo αmigα e mesmo αssim continuαrem se divertindo, αquelα que vs jurou ser αmigα prα sempre, αquelα que vs considerα umα irmα, αquelα que vs αgrαdece todos os diαs por tê - lα como αmigα . é incrível como αlgumαs pessoαs mαrcαm eternαmente nossαs viidαs, e αs vezes nos perguntαmos o pq . Porque somos αmigαs ? provαvelmente nuncα sαberemos α respostα . Bom, mαs pensαndo bem quem&amp;nbsp;precisa&amp;nbsp;de explicαçαõ ? αs melhores αmizαdes sαõ αquelαs construídαs sem rαzαõ, αo αcαso, sem previsαõ! e pode ter certezα que é esse &#39;nαõ sαber&#39;, esse doce mistério, que fαz α vidα ficαr mαis interessαnte ! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/7863241829630690500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-tudo-meu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/7863241829630690500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/7863241829630690500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-tudo-meu.html' title='É tudo meu'/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDFiWzym1rKYXK9y2Lf1IP6XzS4Fs-TnIM3uRcXdMr1gay6zCZDRUxLBXxo3JG_7D4XYrKKp1rPFa3tt4MgIiUaFcP45F0OXGej3WqYE5XKzDEJ_25MBd5AGtCr8OsbL9_FOvYDWLrMiqk/s72-c/OgAAAAmi-nGaPDmt9xZawevT063_Q1Dqte65m6wWDc6DV_FKW7RzxJHsT7jzdlzzXsdII9GohJ-yo1i81yNmZ5nFcAIAm1T1ULNA4kJRamEZfM-CWuqwubkrAyGr.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865226527913949999.post-658913497176490756</id><published>2011-04-08T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T06:00:25.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exemplo de Menina</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/AVvXsEjpqVamZNWjprqfFGA6fX7L7qVo3p-WyAeRYeCbgNZriV-B5QZZoZFx0HCoh9KtOVjgUETtZ5LzvMtE4yXN1ZaeBkIyRtlIi14FcT154VV8VmK-eJbkYFIo1v0-WTbQGeaBu1o4T0FmxObx/s1600/of.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;222&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpqVamZNWjprqfFGA6fX7L7qVo3p-WyAeRYeCbgNZriV-B5QZZoZFx0HCoh9KtOVjgUETtZ5LzvMtE4yXN1ZaeBkIyRtlIi14FcT154VV8VmK-eJbkYFIo1v0-WTbQGeaBu1o4T0FmxObx/s320/of.jpg&quot; width=&quot;222&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 8px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 24px; line-height: 28px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 12px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: center; zoom: 1;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bianca, um exemplo!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Olhe bem essa menina e a tome como&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style=&quot;font-weight: 700;&quot;&gt;exemplo&lt;/b&gt;. Porque esta menina ao ver que o atirador que invadiu a escola no rio de janeiro onde&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;11&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;crianças inocentes foram atingidas, se meteu em frente ao tiro que acertaria sua amiga para salva-lá. A menina Bianca morreu na hora com um tiro na cabeça. Sua amiga ficou coberta pelo sangue de Bianca se fingindo de morta e passa bem. Agora reflita:&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style=&quot;font-weight: 700;&quot;&gt;Você faria o mesmo pelo sua amiga? Daria sua vida pela sua amiga? um tiro na cabeça?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;É isso que o mundo precisa, o mundo precisa de amor como esse, um amor verdadeiro, um cumplicidade sem tamanho, uma amizade a ponto da menina morrer pela sua amiga. O mundo&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style=&quot;font-weight: 700;&quot;&gt;definitivamente&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;precisa desse&lt;i&gt;amor&lt;/i&gt;. Esse texto não é coisa qualquer, reflita sobre ele!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/658913497176490756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/exemplo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/658913497176490756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/658913497176490756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/exemplo.html' title='Exemplo de Menina'/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpqVamZNWjprqfFGA6fX7L7qVo3p-WyAeRYeCbgNZriV-B5QZZoZFx0HCoh9KtOVjgUETtZ5LzvMtE4yXN1ZaeBkIyRtlIi14FcT154VV8VmK-eJbkYFIo1v0-WTbQGeaBu1o4T0FmxObx/s72-c/of.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865226527913949999.post-3912947363642625283</id><published>2011-04-06T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T10:43:21.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irmã</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; 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style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minha porrinha&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333;&quot;&gt;Me faz uma falta imensa , minha eterna irmã , eu te amo eternamente e nada nesse mundo vai fazer com que esse amor acabe , eu te amo mtu mtu mtu e nada nesse&amp;nbsp;muda&amp;nbsp;vai nos separar , estarei com você mesmo de longe , eu te amo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;sz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Ela escreveu pra mim lálá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/3912947363642625283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/irma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/3912947363642625283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/3912947363642625283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/irma.html' title='Irmã'/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJT1EqDirO23JRrs65_syZmfPc4dWbX-KdK3SE6sl9Veu8cQMPnpUJF-BqHCs9PaTitKoK4r6fDrHTJxSzS_5UgjgAIgDHUZFLR5OMmfPiHKAdUO-L-YyxW5qUqT9fH1BB_bBYzJzHUNUt/s72-c/OgAAACYaov53DUXI1IRpOIou_R5whpPYxoMpFddn3n0lPUp3CihP_yMBJig8S2ETPz3RaxvVG-VbdFYK1Bt4W_rbXWQAm1T1UN506ph0aT2XV4Fv4j4SLW2nKnZP.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865226527913949999.post-2363429746416038656</id><published>2011-04-06T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T05:51:50.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olho gordo .</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/AVvXsEiibQS0SSDCjL_rPUcO7SxxnvsYsWZilzf7DiJDQ_WB1srCg2h07qKTTRSUljrwi9f7Q91qqIbIYJuP0YKedCBa7k_P5AZ04ExGMyPM5PcBoznVgXhfVtHmAnQDnJkXf3PoKiLveQltYtip/s1600/esoterico2.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;189&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiibQS0SSDCjL_rPUcO7SxxnvsYsWZilzf7DiJDQ_WB1srCg2h07qKTTRSUljrwi9f7Q91qqIbIYJuP0YKedCBa7k_P5AZ04ExGMyPM5PcBoznVgXhfVtHmAnQDnJkXf3PoKiLveQltYtip/s320/esoterico2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;220&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sai de mim olho gordo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Tu fαlα que eu sou feiα , sou otάriα &amp;amp;&#39; sou ridiiculα e tu&lt;br /&gt;
continuα levαndo essα viidα αi fudidα, &amp;nbsp;prestα αtençαo, &amp;nbsp;botα α mαo nα&lt;br /&gt;
conscienciiα, um diiα tu chegα lά, mαs tem que ter pαcienciiα. A&lt;br /&gt;
merdα jά foi feiitα, tu jά nαsceu αssiim, entαo se olhα no&lt;br /&gt;
espelho dps vem fαlαr de miim . Eu to bem como eu tô &amp;amp;&#39;³&lt;br /&gt;
deve ser isso que te encomodα . . αceite os fαtos , αssume que eu sou&lt;br /&gt;
fodα . . tα querendo ser iguαl α mim , tα querendo αpαrecer tα mαndαndo&lt;br /&gt;
vάriios k-ô só prα ninguem &amp;nbsp;te querer , nao preciiso fαzer propαgαndα prα&lt;br /&gt;
conquiistαr o que eu quero, entαo se tocα de 1 α 10 tu é notα zero . Tu me critícα sem αrgumentos , mαs invejα tudo que eu fαço , se fode otάriα e αceite os fαtos u.u !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/2363429746416038656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/olho-gordo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/2363429746416038656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/2363429746416038656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/olho-gordo.html' title='Olho gordo .'/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiibQS0SSDCjL_rPUcO7SxxnvsYsWZilzf7DiJDQ_WB1srCg2h07qKTTRSUljrwi9f7Q91qqIbIYJuP0YKedCBa7k_P5AZ04ExGMyPM5PcBoznVgXhfVtHmAnQDnJkXf3PoKiLveQltYtip/s72-c/esoterico2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865226527913949999.post-8314804891904575433</id><published>2011-04-04T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T16:05:05.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocês são assim um sonho pra mim ♫</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/AVvXsEjVhtJeVsDteXhsGHuDc0US2nkC72oyWPU3FwrvBxUSM4ZiZRKM0_XoquCBHYYZFMBeKPtjCQCfveRINQkHbTb_xjzE_7iX6E3LNRU-PnIzj_ycaUD8xMkXDEb8CwHxnEhkUDXRdpkwZRuT/s1600/dd.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;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhtJeVsDteXhsGHuDc0US2nkC72oyWPU3FwrvBxUSM4ZiZRKM0_XoquCBHYYZFMBeKPtjCQCfveRINQkHbTb_xjzE_7iX6E3LNRU-PnIzj_ycaUD8xMkXDEb8CwHxnEhkUDXRdpkwZRuT/s320/dd.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aos verdadeiros&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michely&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;minha amiga, 2 anos de amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: deeppink;&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;ter um amigo verdadeiro é a melhor coisa do mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;seja pra desabafar, confiar, brincar, rir ou chorar! são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;nos pequenos momentos e nos gestos mais simples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;que encontramos o verdadeiro sentido da amizade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;São&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: deeppink;&quot;&gt;2 anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;de brincadeiras, intimidades, risos, apoio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;e principalmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-weight: 700;&quot;&gt;COMPANHEIRISMO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;. É muito importante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;pra mim ter alguém como você na minha vida, alguém tão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;especial que está junto comigo pra tudo. Não há nem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;como explicar a importância da sua amizade, são coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;que dinheiro nenhum paga e nada poderá apagar ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;substituir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;queria que você soubesse o quanto você é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;importante na minha vida, sem você ela não seria a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;mesma coisa, não consigo nem imaginar como ela seria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;espero que você permaneça no meu caminho por muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;tempo, sem você eu não ia conseguir ser quem eu sou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;você não tem noção do quanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: deeppink;&quot;&gt;te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;, mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amaral&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;tão pouquinho tempo de amizade né amr,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;mais é o suficiente pra dizer o quanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-weight: 700;&quot;&gt;eu te adoro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: deeppink;&quot;&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: deeppink;&quot;&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;tú mora aqui no meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: deeppink;&quot;&gt;coraçãozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daniela&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 13px;&quot;&gt;a tão pouco tempo de amizade, mais estou aqui pra dizer que você já ocupou um lugar tão especial em tão pouco tempo. Amiga você e meu ponto de paz, meu chão, agradeço todos os dias a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 13px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;DEUS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 13px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 13px;&quot;&gt;por ele ter colocado você na minha vida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: deeppink;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; line-height: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; line-height: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ér , sou importante (h&#39;&lt;/b&gt; ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; line-height: 13px;&quot;&gt;obrigada por tudo meus amores, intimidades, bricadeiras, idiotisses em pleno verão K,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; line-height: 13px;&quot;&gt;Sabe como é saber que alguém vai sentir sua falta? que gosta de você e quer você por perto? Sentir uma louca vontade de ver você toda hora, beijar, abraçar, dividir sorrisos, bater, brincar. É PURA FELICIDADE. Eu pensei q as vezes eu n tinha amigos. Vocês me mostraram que realmente existem amigos e que sao verdadeiros no mundo de caós (Y),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; line-height: 13px;&quot;&gt;O bonde não pára ♪, cada palavra escrita aqui, veio do meu coração, forçadamente a abrir sentimentos verdadeiros e reais *-*&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; line-height: 13px;&quot;&gt;é só pros verdadeiros . Se caso algum dia eu magoei não foi por querer, é por sentir vontade de extrair sentimento mostrar o que ngm vê, e que só os verdadeiros sentem quando você está mal, aquele velho e novo amigo que sente que está tudo perdido, mas que sempre esteve e estará ao seu lado, que oferece o ombro pra voce chorar e que presencia sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; line-height: 13px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;0brigada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; line-height: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aos verdadeiros !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/8314804891904575433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/michely-minha-amiga-2-anos-de-amizade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/8314804891904575433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/8314804891904575433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/michely-minha-amiga-2-anos-de-amizade.html' title='Vocês são assim um sonho pra mim ♫'/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhtJeVsDteXhsGHuDc0US2nkC72oyWPU3FwrvBxUSM4ZiZRKM0_XoquCBHYYZFMBeKPtjCQCfveRINQkHbTb_xjzE_7iX6E3LNRU-PnIzj_ycaUD8xMkXDEb8CwHxnEhkUDXRdpkwZRuT/s72-c/dd.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865226527913949999.post-5025958413304686200</id><published>2011-04-04T14:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T05:53:01.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre, Sempre &amp; Sempre</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/AVvXsEi2XGXjOZU1USVzxOCrmaokhj8-LsrOidUvnO2ReS7K-R3Ac81HL_-ltbkFBQaYE8kJfJRRj2T2rIIlF4-Sd9RkfHlgLYLdRcoO0IQf3R1q5Dfn_npXu0YnfaIz1DcJQ0L7FJD8YDMyEM6w/s1600/OgAAAFfoa_vfLkE52LTyiqhTMVHkk2AQD0YqLEEypDwIx8LS7Ef6RgixWH5pl3tE_OyhvURuZUYJrD9pGGG7kpN1OfEAm1T1UDc4QFhiTgbBPMJN_giJQEkayl_Z.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;241&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2XGXjOZU1USVzxOCrmaokhj8-LsrOidUvnO2ReS7K-R3Ac81HL_-ltbkFBQaYE8kJfJRRj2T2rIIlF4-Sd9RkfHlgLYLdRcoO0IQf3R1q5Dfn_npXu0YnfaIz1DcJQ0L7FJD8YDMyEM6w/s320/OgAAAFfoa_vfLkE52LTyiqhTMVHkk2AQD0YqLEEypDwIx8LS7Ef6RgixWH5pl3tE_OyhvURuZUYJrD9pGGG7kpN1OfEAm1T1UDc4QFhiTgbBPMJN_giJQEkayl_Z.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best&amp;nbsp;friend&amp;nbsp;Forever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;osso viver milhões de αnos, conhecer milhões de pessoαs, rir milhões de vezes com αlguém, mαs nαdα nem ninguém pode ser compαrαdα α umα &lt;b&gt;αmigα&lt;/b&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;
Porque eu posso estαr nα compαnhiα de quem for, escutαndo quem for, conhecendo quem for, nαmorαndo quem for, mαs compαnhiα nenhumα se compαrα α de umα melhor αmigα!&lt;br /&gt;
porque pαlαvrα nenhumα explicα, quαntidαde nenhumα é bαstαnte, e repetir milhões de vezes pαrece em vαo porque α únicα coisα que pode demonstrαr é o cαrinho, os momentos, αs risαdαs, αs conversαs, os conselhos, α vidα vividα umα com α outrα ! Porque αmor de melhor αmigα nαo se explicα, nαo se compαrα, nαo se discute, nαo se desprezα, nαo se entende, só se αplicα, e se demonstrα! &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/5025958413304686200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/sempre-sempre-sempre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/5025958413304686200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/5025958413304686200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/sempre-sempre-sempre.html' title='Sempre, Sempre &amp; Sempre'/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2XGXjOZU1USVzxOCrmaokhj8-LsrOidUvnO2ReS7K-R3Ac81HL_-ltbkFBQaYE8kJfJRRj2T2rIIlF4-Sd9RkfHlgLYLdRcoO0IQf3R1q5Dfn_npXu0YnfaIz1DcJQ0L7FJD8YDMyEM6w/s72-c/OgAAAFfoa_vfLkE52LTyiqhTMVHkk2AQD0YqLEEypDwIx8LS7Ef6RgixWH5pl3tE_OyhvURuZUYJrD9pGGG7kpN1OfEAm1T1UDc4QFhiTgbBPMJN_giJQEkayl_Z.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865226527913949999.post-808302504793570541</id><published>2011-04-04T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T14:42:41.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leão</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/AVvXsEjKqb23yNuT8bdvNM6cxdff-UsoTUjsoqZ9qtQNQGn5DI2QDCGc5jX0KT9TATFLagafcO1lReD6hP9ZYKlRqFK_LbjGkPZ8dFxkrL9NxojuWJqkdoI4VSpUfGzMCylgfGkRPLC9rAbp_v9m/s1600/le%25C3%25A3o-savana.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;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKqb23yNuT8bdvNM6cxdff-UsoTUjsoqZ9qtQNQGn5DI2QDCGc5jX0KT9TATFLagafcO1lReD6hP9ZYKlRqFK_LbjGkPZ8dFxkrL9NxojuWJqkdoI4VSpUfGzMCylgfGkRPLC9rAbp_v9m/s320/le%25C3%25A3o-savana.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minha paixão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Particularmente, sou apaixonada por leões. Não me pergunte o porquê. Não sei se é porque essa juba parece meu cabelo quando eu acordo rsrsrs (medo). Deve ser pelo porte, pela força, pela coragem, por causa das savanas. Morro de dó de leões que ficam enjaulados em circos, acho uma judiação. Leão nasceu pra ser livre, correr, caçar, lutar. Esse animal representa pra mim, força, coragem, ação, entusiasmo.. Essa paixão deve ser por causa do meus ascendentse ou por admirar o otimismo leonino e gostar de ter leoninos ao meu redor. Vontade de me sentir protegida ou proteger. Também, por causa do Leão da tribo judá &amp;nbsp;ou porque demoro muito pra agir, observo muito, mas quando faço algo, ajo agressivamente, ninguém me entende! &amp;nbsp;Talvez porque o meu lado leão, está como os leões do circo, enjaulados.. e precisa caminhar livre pelas savanas!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Um filhote de leão raio da manhã, arrastando o meu olhar como um ímã...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;O meu coração é o sol, pai de toda cor, quando ele lhe doura a pele ao léu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Gosto de te ver ao sol, leãozinho, de te ver entrar no mar, tua pele, tua luz, tua juba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Gosto de ficar ao sol, leãozinho, de molhar minha juba de estar perto de você e entrar no mar&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/808302504793570541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/minha-paixao-particularmente-sou.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/808302504793570541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/808302504793570541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/minha-paixao-particularmente-sou.html' title='Leão'/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKqb23yNuT8bdvNM6cxdff-UsoTUjsoqZ9qtQNQGn5DI2QDCGc5jX0KT9TATFLagafcO1lReD6hP9ZYKlRqFK_LbjGkPZ8dFxkrL9NxojuWJqkdoI4VSpUfGzMCylgfGkRPLC9rAbp_v9m/s72-c/le%25C3%25A3o-savana.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865226527913949999.post-5374700082648384649</id><published>2011-04-03T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T05:53:52.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Aprendir que.&lt;/b&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/AVvXsEgvWte5oY34PvvrV_vl62JroLKsd8XrWhzVYJBMTJDt2xigD6AY0o5Dheng8z0tyXpAQCZp6cxk7AjuGcqmIpo_-9qXJp6k1sMTCUYKIzeBGeY48Xk1aLukTgeTZPOC_yjbMzZavn2dpK5-/s1600/82.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;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvWte5oY34PvvrV_vl62JroLKsd8XrWhzVYJBMTJDt2xigD6AY0o5Dheng8z0tyXpAQCZp6cxk7AjuGcqmIpo_-9qXJp6k1sMTCUYKIzeBGeY48Xk1aLukTgeTZPOC_yjbMzZavn2dpK5-/s320/82.jpg&quot; width=&quot;299&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;Amores eternos podem acabar em uma noite. Que grandes amigos podem se tornar ferrenhos inimigos. Que o amor, sozinho, não tem a força que eu imaginei. Que ouvir os outros é o melhor remédio e o pior veneno. Que a gente nunca conhece uma pessoa de verdade, afinal gastamos uma vida inteira para conhecer a nós mesmos. Que confiança não é questão de luxo, e sim de sobrevivência. Que os poucos amigos que te apóiam na queda, são muito mais fortes do que os muitos que te empurram. Que o nunca mais nunca se cumpre, e que o pra sempre sempre acaba. Que minha família com suas 1000 diferenças, está sempre aqui quando eu preciso. Que ainda não inventaram nada melhor do que colo de mãe desde que o mundo é mundo. Que vou sempre me surpreender, seja com os outros ou comigo. Que vou cair e levantar milhões de vezes, e ainda não vou ter aprendido, e que nessa vida &amp;nbsp;o mundo da voltas as pessoas mudão , a vida se torna estranha nossos pensamentos se tornão constragidos só pra pensa nele , eu aprendir que o mundo da voltas enquanto você fica ai parado , a cada segundo ele roda&amp;nbsp;conseqüentemente&amp;nbsp;, enquanto nós sofremos , aprendir que nosas lagrimas servem para limpa nossa alma, que chora não&amp;nbsp;é&amp;nbsp;bom mais servi para a gente refletir , que os erros &amp;nbsp;são normais , mais o anormal dessa historia eéh continua nele , que &amp;nbsp;os nossos&amp;nbsp;próprios&amp;nbsp;erros servem para nos ajuda &amp;nbsp;, eles ensinam &amp;nbsp;a gente a saber viver ! &amp;nbsp;Que mesmo a gente caindo &amp;nbsp;temos que aprender a nus levanta sozinhos , que &amp;nbsp;a palavra amor , néh só felicidade, que a palavra felicidade pra ter, ela tem que sofrer &amp;nbsp;bastante , que &amp;nbsp;grandes amizade podem &amp;nbsp;dizer a Deus quando você mais precisa diferentes de pequenas pois as pequenas amizades são mais conservantes a as grandes, que seus&amp;nbsp;principio&amp;nbsp; faz com quê você se &amp;nbsp;torne capaz , que nossos sonhos podem se realiza mais &amp;nbsp;para quê se realize soó dependem &amp;nbsp;de nós mesmos , sonha sonhe alto mais a realização éh mais alto ainda , nunca desista de seus sonhos poois eles só seraõ alcasados se você correr atrais . Vale a pena chora , pois éh ai que você ver que as&amp;nbsp;lágrimas&amp;nbsp;só &amp;nbsp;são como a chuva a chuva cai , molha tudo mais depois elas vão embora mais &amp;nbsp;deicha o resseço ali , as lagrimas deixão o resseço em nosos coraçãoes , lute mesmo que você não vá ate o fim mais tente &amp;amp; se torne vencedor &amp;nbsp;não se iluda &amp;amp; nem acredite nas palavras lindas &amp;nbsp;porquê nessa lindeza tooda pode causa um grande sofrimento só por você ter acreditado &amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; se iludido alcansse sempre !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/5374700082648384649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/apredi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/5374700082648384649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/5374700082648384649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/04/apredi.html' title='Aprendi'/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvWte5oY34PvvrV_vl62JroLKsd8XrWhzVYJBMTJDt2xigD6AY0o5Dheng8z0tyXpAQCZp6cxk7AjuGcqmIpo_-9qXJp6k1sMTCUYKIzeBGeY48Xk1aLukTgeTZPOC_yjbMzZavn2dpK5-/s72-c/82.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865226527913949999.post-3098540323845010156</id><published>2011-03-26T04:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T05:14:27.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;arial verdana&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um beijo fala mais que mil palavras !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&#39;allowfullscreen&#39; webkitallowfullscreen=&#39;webkitallowfullscreen&#39; mozallowfullscreen=&#39;mozallowfullscreen&#39; width=&#39;320&#39; height=&#39;266&#39; src=&#39;https://www.youtube.com/embed/3fs9L90x2P0?feature=player_embedded&#39; frameborder=&#39;0&#39;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/3098540323845010156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/3098540323845010156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/3098540323845010156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865226527913949999.post-2182841004345602330</id><published>2011-03-15T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T08:32:19.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tem dias</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/AVvXsEgTCs5J60fjTdlDxZVzojImyab7u92VuFOKVMYZgddQXYJTJ0UA4BhTQTVa-jbKq29Qn14U87b237DgThC92mOSQPNvG98kCiCdYL-k4RB2MEc_7OdiitBDib97CyDY7sMLJuWic0TJF9fW/s1600/images.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;184&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTCs5J60fjTdlDxZVzojImyab7u92VuFOKVMYZgddQXYJTJ0UA4BhTQTVa-jbKq29Qn14U87b237DgThC92mOSQPNvG98kCiCdYL-k4RB2MEc_7OdiitBDib97CyDY7sMLJuWic0TJF9fW/s320/images.jpg&quot; width=&quot;274&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tem dias&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;A dias em que eu me perco em meus pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;que voando na minha mente me deixa sem paz sem chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;eu perco a cabeça, ultrapasso os meus limites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;A dias que mesmo só eu sorrio, falo, ando sem parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;pensando em como seria bom se em meus pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;só&amp;nbsp;fluíssem&amp;nbsp;pensamentos positivos e que esses sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;fossem realizados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;As vezes eu paro e penso e vejo que só penso em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;que outro ou qualquer motivo é razão para você está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Se todos os meus pensamentos fossem normais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;eu queria que fossem vitais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Muitas vezes eu penso está sonhando, mas não, eu sempre estou pensando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;as vezes penso até em não pensar, mas ai já deu para perceber que já estou pensando..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Pensei que pensar era brilhante, mas agora vejo que brilhante é minha mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;que tem o poder de pensar, e não parar, sabe lá se algum dia ela parar, eu não vou fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;nada porque porém estarei morta, porque até o animal mais burro tem o poder de pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Molengo; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;Então o caso é fazer, e pensar. É pensar antes de fazer !&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/2182841004345602330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/03/tem-dias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/2182841004345602330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/2182841004345602330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/03/tem-dias.html' title='Tem dias'/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTCs5J60fjTdlDxZVzojImyab7u92VuFOKVMYZgddQXYJTJ0UA4BhTQTVa-jbKq29Qn14U87b237DgThC92mOSQPNvG98kCiCdYL-k4RB2MEc_7OdiitBDib97CyDY7sMLJuWic0TJF9fW/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865226527913949999.post-1033450432798832571</id><published>2011-02-26T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T04:12:16.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Dias</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/AVvXsEgc91s_WFYu8bLrO30ghI7W66iFEUmfJYAF-gVH1EpQUGvJnTcAfJsu9JkjgdVmklzonB8cuZW_m83-CEcOVr3_MTypYcQwa25sUBqEvpa7fQ8hdnzK715Volyq2F6xGZKeTOfcUnoZLjGM/s1600/michael.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;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc91s_WFYu8bLrO30ghI7W66iFEUmfJYAF-gVH1EpQUGvJnTcAfJsu9JkjgdVmklzonB8cuZW_m83-CEcOVr3_MTypYcQwa25sUBqEvpa7fQ8hdnzK715Volyq2F6xGZKeTOfcUnoZLjGM/s320/michael.jpg&quot; width=&quot;138&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;No&amp;nbsp;inicio um simples sentimento, parecia não ter importância, com o&lt;br /&gt;
tempo percebi que estava enganada, que o que eu estava sentindo era&lt;br /&gt;
mais forte do que eu imaginava. Cada dia que passava ia crescendo ,coisas&lt;br /&gt;
novas fui aprendendo, uma felicidade maior eu sentia e a maioria das&lt;br /&gt;
coisas que sei hoje são graças a você . Por simplesmente ter&lt;br /&gt;
ficado ao meu lado, sei que agora pode ser meio tarde para te pedir&lt;br /&gt;
desculpas por burradas que cometi, mais sempre oq sentir por você foi&lt;br /&gt;
sincero. Para mim você era tudo, o meu melhor amigo, porque com você eu&lt;br /&gt;
sabia que poderia sempre contar, você me escutava, me dava&lt;br /&gt;
conselho, me acolhia, me fazia rir, tornava meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;
melhor. Simplesmente me conhecia de uma forma que nem sei&lt;br /&gt;
explicar, sabia o que eu estava pensando, sentindo, sabia isso tudo por&lt;br /&gt;
um simples gesto meu, uma simples palavra. Não vou mentir as vezes&lt;br /&gt;
ficava meia espantada, porque apenas minha mãe me conhecia assim.&amp;nbsp;Hoje eu tenho a certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;de que você é o meu anjo ,sei que você&amp;nbsp;esta em um lugar maravilhoso, mesmo com essa saudade que eu sinto por&lt;br /&gt;
ti a única forma é se conforma que foi a vontade de Deus. Mesmo&lt;br /&gt;
com a distancia eu jamais irei te esquecer, você sempre será meu&lt;br /&gt;
eterno amor ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;Hoje bateu a saudade de você...&amp;nbsp;queria ficar quietinha do seu lado sentir sua mãos na minha pele, seus dedos brincando de um jeito que só você se atreve, ouvir sua voz me falando de coisas bobas, sem sentido... Queria te olhar nos olhos e ir além, muito além do que eles dizem... Ganhar um riso seu, ingênuo e, ao mesmo tempo, travesso, ficar do seu lado, como se o tempo fosse nosso e nossas vidas, infinitamente unidas como num romance de Jorge Amado ou uma composição de Djavan ou nenhuma dessas hipóteses, não importa. Hoje, queria apenas te ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;[…] Você&amp;nbsp;me iluminou e foi o meu porto seguro[…] Quando mais precisei secou todo meu pranto, razão da minha vida eu te amo tanto. Te amo tanto […] ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;♫ &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; Por Lara, sua namorada&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/1033450432798832571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/02/michael-dias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/1033450432798832571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/1033450432798832571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/02/michael-dias.html' title='Michael Dias'/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc91s_WFYu8bLrO30ghI7W66iFEUmfJYAF-gVH1EpQUGvJnTcAfJsu9JkjgdVmklzonB8cuZW_m83-CEcOVr3_MTypYcQwa25sUBqEvpa7fQ8hdnzK715Volyq2F6xGZKeTOfcUnoZLjGM/s72-c/michael.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865226527913949999.post-8386562276004883041</id><published>2011-02-25T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T07:25:05.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade é tudo ♪</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/AVvXsEgHnsH-vTP_zo0HQHN1qglOl1zAX71wLnj4Qgg1UFmWoahbuKacedj3wK4WtoJ9LHpScbd9NJOjY5z3a-bkT4HvpkSfiO-0RfdEik0sGMzFC4V3KIeXpgHW4WAX7aL4v8LZtMSSUo1ThJPc/s1600/rr.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;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHnsH-vTP_zo0HQHN1qglOl1zAX71wLnj4Qgg1UFmWoahbuKacedj3wK4WtoJ9LHpScbd9NJOjY5z3a-bkT4HvpkSfiO-0RfdEik0sGMzFC4V3KIeXpgHW4WAX7aL4v8LZtMSSUo1ThJPc/s320/rr.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; Maiane&amp;nbsp; &quot;Amigas Sempre &quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Eu nao posso acabar com todos seus problemas, duvidas ou medos, mais eu posso ouvir você e juntas podemos procurar soluções. Eu nao posso apagar as mágoas e as dores do seu passado e nem posso decidir qual sera o seu futuro, mais no presente eu posso estar com você se precisar de mim. Eu nao posso impedir que você leve tombos, mais posso oferecer minha mao para você agarrar e levantar-se&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;tt.amo amiga &lt;/b&gt;!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/8386562276004883041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/02/barbara-maiane-amigas-sempre-eu-nao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/8386562276004883041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/8386562276004883041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/02/barbara-maiane-amigas-sempre-eu-nao.html' title='Amizade é tudo ♪'/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHnsH-vTP_zo0HQHN1qglOl1zAX71wLnj4Qgg1UFmWoahbuKacedj3wK4WtoJ9LHpScbd9NJOjY5z3a-bkT4HvpkSfiO-0RfdEik0sGMzFC4V3KIeXpgHW4WAX7aL4v8LZtMSSUo1ThJPc/s72-c/rr.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865226527913949999.post-974685106040341815</id><published>2011-02-25T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T04:15:00.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade</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/AVvXsEiz4JKaZMRjwWAvCy0MfVwOfwnXbFHN_0_e7PyPAluDazzrBdSCVEj2ncchYMUe4vaAblfeC2LhCxjimqBxMy5SE1aLB0dvCsu7_JxB9JLZytaaLh9LutlqHQIC8z_24ztFxxNJQ-V3H3JS/s1600/amizade.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;227&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz4JKaZMRjwWAvCy0MfVwOfwnXbFHN_0_e7PyPAluDazzrBdSCVEj2ncchYMUe4vaAblfeC2LhCxjimqBxMy5SE1aLB0dvCsu7_JxB9JLZytaaLh9LutlqHQIC8z_24ztFxxNJQ-V3H3JS/s320/amizade.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amizade &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Costuma-se dizer que ninguém pode escolher família em que&amp;nbsp;nasce. Mas é possível selecionar os amigos,que são como a extensão da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;vida. A amizade, um dos sentimentos mais nobres que existem, nasce de forma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;espontânea, pura e vai se desenvolvendo até chegar á maturidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Caracteriza-se por uma afinidade muito grande com alguém, baseada no amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;no carinho, na ternura, no respeito, na compreensão, na troca e na ajuda. É&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;um sentimento muito sincero, que não depende da idade, de dinheiro e de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;posição social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; O amigo é um dom precioso. A própria Bíblia diz que &quot;quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;encontrou um amigo encontrou um tesouro&quot;. A amizade é um sentimento limpo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;verdadeiro e profundo. Instiga a pessoa ao apoio e ao incentivo, quando as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;coisas estão bem. E à correção, com muito jeito e carinho, quando estão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;erradas. Amigo é aquele que está sempre presente, que adivinha o pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;do outro, sem melindrá-lo; que é sincero e faz da amizade um ponto positivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/974685106040341815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/02/amizade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/974685106040341815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/974685106040341815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/02/amizade.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz4JKaZMRjwWAvCy0MfVwOfwnXbFHN_0_e7PyPAluDazzrBdSCVEj2ncchYMUe4vaAblfeC2LhCxjimqBxMy5SE1aLB0dvCsu7_JxB9JLZytaaLh9LutlqHQIC8z_24ztFxxNJQ-V3H3JS/s72-c/amizade.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865226527913949999.post-8641149331424924283</id><published>2011-02-23T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T04:14:38.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thiago Muniz</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/AVvXsEiiqA2RebHr5a_YAAau9bRfbYKhFnxF50saXPAncxL5uhvH33LV7QUJ8OW-C69a31GGd8PkCtKWFPb3UH4xcj7QdvogxydDPygcCwPub9A7-OhBMrzkIA3DHD8udzoBYBCu8_ICkteBVxUR/s1600/OgAAACgd3h9MuYFJkurhMNtQnx3p2fQoKpgMgRyVIwrmhHkmsaINTsjxIJy-Dgosl_ID_2888-krDMOG_miVxJaylxsAm1T1UHPtvH_ej7RDwhRMSP3VjHV6TCQh.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;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiqA2RebHr5a_YAAau9bRfbYKhFnxF50saXPAncxL5uhvH33LV7QUJ8OW-C69a31GGd8PkCtKWFPb3UH4xcj7QdvogxydDPygcCwPub9A7-OhBMrzkIA3DHD8udzoBYBCu8_ICkteBVxUR/s320/OgAAACgd3h9MuYFJkurhMNtQnx3p2fQoKpgMgRyVIwrmhHkmsaINTsjxIJy-Dgosl_ID_2888-krDMOG_miVxJaylxsAm1T1UHPtvH_ej7RDwhRMSP3VjHV6TCQh.jpg&quot; width=&quot;106&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Thiago&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Gostaria de parar no tempo, comodar os sentimentos, permanecer neste momento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;As horas passam e eu sinto que você esta cada vez mais distante de mim, vou ter que te guardar como o coraçao ancioso, quem sabe nos nós encontramos um dia &quot;espero que sim&quot;. Sei que nao voltar, mais a saudades vai tomar contar de mim, suas lembranças vao dominar meus pensamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Sabe ainda me arrependo pois o seu gosto nao ficou na minha boca..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Eu nao nego a saudade e sim ha declaro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Fazer o que ne? La fora o mundo te espera, vamos fazer de cada minuto que passa um novo sonho, um sonho onde samos os donos do mundo e declaramos que a saudade nao vai mais apertar, mais isso é sonho e a minha realidade é ter SAUDADE de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Te peço que sigas&amp;nbsp; sendo meu anjo, da mesma maneira que eu sempre serei o teu !&lt;/b&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/8641149331424924283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/02/thiago-muniz-gostaria-de-parar-no-tempo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/8641149331424924283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/8641149331424924283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/02/thiago-muniz-gostaria-de-parar-no-tempo.html' title='Thiago Muniz'/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiqA2RebHr5a_YAAau9bRfbYKhFnxF50saXPAncxL5uhvH33LV7QUJ8OW-C69a31GGd8PkCtKWFPb3UH4xcj7QdvogxydDPygcCwPub9A7-OhBMrzkIA3DHD8udzoBYBCu8_ICkteBVxUR/s72-c/OgAAACgd3h9MuYFJkurhMNtQnx3p2fQoKpgMgRyVIwrmhHkmsaINTsjxIJy-Dgosl_ID_2888-krDMOG_miVxJaylxsAm1T1UHPtvH_ej7RDwhRMSP3VjHV6TCQh.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865226527913949999.post-1746244476556773535</id><published>2011-02-23T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T04:13:04.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciumes</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/AVvXsEjlb_LHurCm-kucNz9n4y-sxY5ikmLC8S7acAKGzVGt2YvLTRhb4Ok2LVSetYvslHpORwoVrBVnL8v2WAXuP45Zio0VnqJn-aZ3HtOLhmWd7YIZocqmH70PLUF2nq7Jo70eTj0_yEk2kvVU/s1600/amiga_ciumenta_getty_images.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;214&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlb_LHurCm-kucNz9n4y-sxY5ikmLC8S7acAKGzVGt2YvLTRhb4Ok2LVSetYvslHpORwoVrBVnL8v2WAXuP45Zio0VnqJn-aZ3HtOLhmWd7YIZocqmH70PLUF2nq7Jo70eTj0_yEk2kvVU/s320/amiga_ciumenta_getty_images.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ciumes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Ciumes da melhor amiga esses ciumes acaba com agente, quando vem aquela guria da rua, rum o ciumes toma conta , pois a&amp;nbsp; melhor amiga pra gente é como uma propiedade so nossa, eu mesmo morro de ciumes da minhas amigas, se eu pudesse elas nao falavam com ninguem mais nao é bem assim que a banda toca, sentir ciúmes é uma coisa tão natural, que existe há milhares de anos eu nao vou ser a primeira e nem a ultima a sentir isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;A vida é feita de surpresas onde a nossa missão é viver alguns momentos podem durar tão pouco e ficar na sua memória por muito tempo, entao vamos tentar esquecer esse ciumes ( eu vou tentar, nao sera facil! )&amp;nbsp; Sabe uma coisa que eu apredi com&amp;nbsp; minha amiga Daniela Machado ( Minha Pilo kk&#39;) quando conquistamos a AMIZADE de alguem ela é pra sempre, independente de qualquer coisa, e eu sei que vou ter a dela e das minhas outras amigas&amp;nbsp; pra sempre se Deus quizer !&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/1746244476556773535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/02/ciumes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/1746244476556773535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/1746244476556773535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/02/ciumes.html' title='Ciumes'/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlb_LHurCm-kucNz9n4y-sxY5ikmLC8S7acAKGzVGt2YvLTRhb4Ok2LVSetYvslHpORwoVrBVnL8v2WAXuP45Zio0VnqJn-aZ3HtOLhmWd7YIZocqmH70PLUF2nq7Jo70eTj0_yEk2kvVU/s72-c/amiga_ciumenta_getty_images.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865226527913949999.post-1649362162393102848</id><published>2011-02-23T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T04:12:00.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu</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/AVvXsEh3EimEM1jJ-A4kIC-3ZGJ69CPoVq75Y_m-dODTtTAmzLK7G31KST0XkYv6CtqAyu9ZdQfMRCG2bcceGlJLFqRBFOj0iBQZVHdykvzlv_weTlhpEvkpfRzIioxegONptM0RgTEasFzP9jSu/s1600/babi.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;264&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3EimEM1jJ-A4kIC-3ZGJ69CPoVq75Y_m-dODTtTAmzLK7G31KST0XkYv6CtqAyu9ZdQfMRCG2bcceGlJLFqRBFOj0iBQZVHdykvzlv_weTlhpEvkpfRzIioxegONptM0RgTEasFzP9jSu/s320/babi.jpg&quot; width=&quot;234&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Minha Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;Quero encontrar o meu caminho, ser feliz, nem que seja sozinha, só preciso ser feliz, encontrar minha felicidade, seja da forma que for. Às vezes necessito de atenção, mas não sei bem como conseguir isso, sou um pouco timida, com isso eu perco muito, as vezes deixo oportunidades passar, deixo palavras ficarem na minha cabeça, deixo argumentos que poderiam ser ulteis de lado, deixo pessoas importantes passarem por medo... Acho que preciso de um lugar, um lugar diferente, aonde eu me sinta livre, pra poder dizer o que eu quiser, fazer o que eu quiser, um lugar que eu não tenha que guardar o que eu quero dizer pra não causar discordia, confusão e nem nada disso. Eu tenho que ser forte pra aturar certas coisas, e acho que isso eu tô sendo até demais, mas não sei se forte é a palavra certa a ser usada, tenho uma mera impressão que a palavra certa a ser usada é outra. Porque ser forte por não dizer algumas coisas não é ser forte, e sim pequena o suficiente pra não ter coragem ou simplesmente não querer dizer certas coisas pra não magoar ninguém, mas será que nesse &#39;jogo&#39; eu acabo saindo mais magoada do que quem deveria se magoar ? Eu sinto que sim. Eu quero mudar, quero mudanças na minha vida, eu quero crescer, aprender, amadurecer mais, quero viver de verdade. Não quero que ninguém me ponha barreiras, quero poder sair, conhecer pessoas novas me divertir, esquecer dos problemas, dançar até cansar, fazer o que tiver que fazer, sem ninguém ficar atrás de mim, me cobrando por qualquer coisa, eu sei meu limite, eu sei até onde é o certo, e sei o que é errado, será que já não basta pra alguém ter confiança em mim ? Quero poder viver, sem medo, sem timidez, sem fraquez. Quero viver sendo quem eu quiser ser, sorrindo sempre que me der vontade, chorar quando me der vontade, gritar quando eu quiser, falar o que eu achar que devo falar. É chegou a hora de amadurecer, de crescer, de dar-se conta que a vida nao para e que ela nao espera por você, você nao pode ficar sentada e vê-la passar, apenas você pode sorrir pra ela ...!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/1649362162393102848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/02/quero-encontrar-o-meu-caminho-ser-feliz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/1649362162393102848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/1649362162393102848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/02/quero-encontrar-o-meu-caminho-ser-feliz.html' title='Eu'/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3EimEM1jJ-A4kIC-3ZGJ69CPoVq75Y_m-dODTtTAmzLK7G31KST0XkYv6CtqAyu9ZdQfMRCG2bcceGlJLFqRBFOj0iBQZVHdykvzlv_weTlhpEvkpfRzIioxegONptM0RgTEasFzP9jSu/s72-c/babi.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865226527913949999.post-7805340367583747227</id><published>2011-02-23T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T04:11:32.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigas</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/AVvXsEjfj7UrBgk5WLHNicT3OE_pQcBU1c-IIyKxzfCmCH4m1FGXkkeDkj6rH3xmhe1Gx0Q_fvqL9M5_Vk-wvtNI7lB8Y-FprBCUcda71dERMBsKl2i6D8q2uabHkFPEAw2Fr-Ipw8RjxQRTv1S1/s1600/OgAAAAcDYutLN4oxtHz6tI4YOhV8nIYuTfub9hYbwkIaoj1oo0I2t4rtP58FRbVof0EkRhThlzUPOTF_PLR__ifj1NsAm1T1UCdNoJ-QTeHNSL-wHP9lfiufrlz2.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;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfj7UrBgk5WLHNicT3OE_pQcBU1c-IIyKxzfCmCH4m1FGXkkeDkj6rH3xmhe1Gx0Q_fvqL9M5_Vk-wvtNI7lB8Y-FprBCUcda71dERMBsKl2i6D8q2uabHkFPEAw2Fr-Ipw8RjxQRTv1S1/s320/OgAAAAcDYutLN4oxtHz6tI4YOhV8nIYuTfub9hYbwkIaoj1oo0I2t4rtP58FRbVof0EkRhThlzUPOTF_PLR__ifj1NsAm1T1UCdNoJ-QTeHNSL-wHP9lfiufrlz2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amigas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;As vezes na vida você encontra um amigo especial. Alguém que muda sua vida simplesmente por estar nela. Alguém que te faz rir até você não poder mais parar. Alguém que faz você acreditar que REALMENTE tem algo bom no mundo. Alguém que te convence que lá tem uma porta destrancada só esperando você abri-la. Isso é uma amizade pra sempre. Quando você está pra baixo e o mundo parece escuro e vazio, seu amigo pra sempre te põe pra cima e faz com que o mundo escuro e vazio fique bem claro. Seu amigo pra sempre te ajuda nas horas difíceis, tristes e confusas. Se você se virar e começar a caminhar, seu amigo pra sempre te segue. Se você perder seu caminho, seu amigo pra sempre te guia e te põe no caminho certo. Seu amigo pra sempre segura sua mão e diz que vai ficar tudo bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Vou ser amiga de voces pra sempre e pra sempre nao tem fim !&lt;/b&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/feeds/7805340367583747227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/02/amigas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/7805340367583747227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865226527913949999/posts/default/7805340367583747227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaraperuna.blogspot.com/2011/02/amigas.html' title='Amigas'/><author><name>BabiP.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08284690243616946914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcTdWTnBqwBVkn0oaVMls_z6tSRvGTBhykHSlyyuccRF-zG26sVhMXxYrPWwaHTIJfSQZwz20h4LcbV28nkrdq9TUACaeBUsXFCioZRU7MYje6VWhpnYp_pkKvKPUXLU/s220/ddddd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfj7UrBgk5WLHNicT3OE_pQcBU1c-IIyKxzfCmCH4m1FGXkkeDkj6rH3xmhe1Gx0Q_fvqL9M5_Vk-wvtNI7lB8Y-FprBCUcda71dERMBsKl2i6D8q2uabHkFPEAw2Fr-Ipw8RjxQRTv1S1/s72-c/OgAAAAcDYutLN4oxtHz6tI4YOhV8nIYuTfub9hYbwkIaoj1oo0I2t4rtP58FRbVof0EkRhThlzUPOTF_PLR__ifj1NsAm1T1UCdNoJ-QTeHNSL-wHP9lfiufrlz2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>