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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2teokJITSiE/TViNQieoesI/AAAAAAAAB0o/GCXtVVPtzzM/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2teokJITSiE/TViNQieoesI/AAAAAAAAB0o/GCXtVVPtzzM/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quanto mais tentamos entender o amor, menos ele se faz explicar.&lt;br /&gt;
É algo assim, controverso...&lt;br /&gt;
Aperta, afrouxa&lt;br /&gt;
Esquenta, esfria&lt;br /&gt;
Trás alegria, e o ódio junto&lt;br /&gt;
É simples e ao mesmo tempo complicado.&lt;br /&gt;
" os opostos de atraem "&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Não, não e não. Nada de diferente. O amor une duas pessoas que têm o coração, a mente e a alma na mesma sintonia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando é amor de verdade ele é tudo ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;
Sem limites, explicações ou deduções.&lt;br /&gt;
Simplesmente é pra vida toda.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Completa ao mesmo tempo se ausenta.&lt;br /&gt;
É construído em meros detalhes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amor é sinônimo de paciência, diálogo, respeito, carinho, amizade, sexo e confiança.&lt;br /&gt;
O amor é tudo e nada ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;
É algo tão maravilhoso quanto uma tarde de terça feira ensolarada ou uma quinta feira cinzenta.&lt;br /&gt;
O amor é esquisito! Faz rir a toa, e chorar também.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Quanto menos se tenta entender mais se pode sentir.&lt;br /&gt;
Não é preciso ver, tocar, basta sentir no coração, por que a alma já é quem se encarrega de unir. A mente faz sua parte trazendo constante a lembrança de um cheiro, um toque, um gosto.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUiWrayTB_I/AAAAAAAAB0M/rsPfJja_kSM/s1600/medo_quem+sabe+ainda+sou+uma+garotinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUiWrayTB_I/AAAAAAAAB0M/rsPfJja_kSM/s320/medo_quem+sabe+ainda+sou+uma+garotinha.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você tem medo de que?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;De não vencer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;De não encontrar alguém que te ame de verdade?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;De não trabalhar?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A vitória depende de lutar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O amor depende de lutar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O trabalho depende de lutar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A vida é assim, nada é fácil, nada é tão difícil quanto parece.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Antes de mais nada, tem que querer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se você quer, você pode.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vencer. Amar. Trabalhar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você, você mesmo, já parou para ver o quanto você reclama.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Nunca consigo, que saco!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Ela(e) nunca vai querer ficar comigo."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"E se o patrão não gostar de mim?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pois é, tenho que concorda. Você é um ZERO a esquerda.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Antes de tentar, já sabe que não vai conseguir.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mude, agora é a hora.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O medo pode ser seu aliado, depende apenas de você usá-lo a seu favor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Escolha o caminho. Você tem sim essa opção.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUiXfLCzwwI/AAAAAAAAB0U/5yO7oS1rBxs/s1600/Mudanca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUiXfLCzwwI/AAAAAAAAB0U/5yO7oS1rBxs/s320/Mudanca.jpg" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uma vez recebi uma cartinha (época de adolescência) de uma pessoa que eu era apaixonada (mas nem sabia também), e na última linha tinha uma frase: "quantas coisas eu perdi por medo de dizer eu te amo" - EU TE AMO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Naquela época, pouco entendi, mas hoje eu entendo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O medo nos afastou de arriscar. E hoje sei que uma pessoa corre riscos é aquela que tem muito mais possibilidades de ser feliz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando você deixa o medo te dominar, você não vê as oportunidades que passam em sua frente; você perde o instante mágico do dia, e deixando o medo cada vez mais forte, você atrai mais insegurança, e afasta a chance de ir em busca da felicidade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trabalhe, ame, vença. Troque o medo pelo sorriso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anote em uma folha de papel motivos que o estimulem a pensar positivo e use sempre que o medo o incomodar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUiX3BPaq9I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/Ao_GT716XAs/s1600/SORRISO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUiX3BPaq9I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/Ao_GT716XAs/s320/SORRISO.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457852367470877670-8855727067870165728?l=alinedecassia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~4/8wA-5agPszs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/feeds/8855727067870165728/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2011/02/voce-tem-medo-de-que-de-nao-vencer-de.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/8855727067870165728?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/8855727067870165728?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~3/8wA-5agPszs/voce-tem-medo-de-que-de-nao-vencer-de.html" title="" /><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788619457105002753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCTtk8874I/AAAAAAAABzI/v9wKjx76KZE/s220/perfil.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUiWrayTB_I/AAAAAAAAB0M/rsPfJja_kSM/s72-c/medo_quem+sabe+ainda+sou+uma+garotinha.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2011/02/voce-tem-medo-de-que-de-nao-vencer-de.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EFRnk8eCp7ImA9Wx9VFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457852367470877670.post-1763453362941598046</id><published>2011-02-01T21:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T21:06:57.770-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-01T21:06:57.770-02:00</app:edited><title>Assim será...</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dia longo e exaustivo de trabalho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anoitece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUiRT2qSuTI/AAAAAAAAB0E/RtcuL7PXD0s/s1600/anoitecer_quem+sabe+ainda+sou+uma+garotinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUiRT2qSuTI/AAAAAAAAB0E/RtcuL7PXD0s/s320/anoitecer_quem+sabe+ainda+sou+uma+garotinha.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hora de regressar ao lar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fazer janta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um banho demorado, relaxante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arrumar a mesa com todo carinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talvez uma flor ao centro para embelezar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E por que não um vinho de acompanhamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ao seu lado, seu par constante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Conversas amenas sobre as atribuições do dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enquanto um lava a louça, o outro faz companhia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TV ligada a um agrada, a outro um bom livro, desde que seja juntos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um par não se divide assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUiR4i4P6JI/AAAAAAAAB0I/DEa9PfqE7T8/s1600/abra%25C3%25A7o_quem+sabe+ainda+sou+uma+garotinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUiR4i4P6JI/AAAAAAAAB0I/DEa9PfqE7T8/s320/abra%25C3%25A7o_quem+sabe+ainda+sou+uma+garotinha.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O sono vem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um beijo de boa noite sela o dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peles encostada com a certeza que ao amanhecer terá alguém ali ao lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A vida é assim!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sonhos são contados em simples palavras, que se concretizam desde que se use o amor por paixão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457852367470877670-1763453362941598046?l=alinedecassia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~4/wbgke8mEcpw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/feeds/1763453362941598046/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2011/02/assim-sera.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/1763453362941598046?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/1763453362941598046?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~3/wbgke8mEcpw/assim-sera.html" title="Assim será..." /><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788619457105002753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCTtk8874I/AAAAAAAABzI/v9wKjx76KZE/s220/perfil.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUiRT2qSuTI/AAAAAAAAB0E/RtcuL7PXD0s/s72-c/anoitecer_quem+sabe+ainda+sou+uma+garotinha.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2011/02/assim-sera.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAEQnk9cCp7ImA9Wx9VE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457852367470877670.post-5885335871163991102</id><published>2011-01-30T11:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T11:21:43.768-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-30T11:21:43.768-02:00</app:edited><title>Não esqueça os elogios que receber. Esqueça as ofensas. Se conseguir isso, me ensine.</title><content type="html">&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s7kfpf-ZeJQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457852367470877670-5885335871163991102?l=alinedecassia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~4/rdU3nbrq-0w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/feeds/5885335871163991102/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2011/01/nao-esqueca-os-elogios-que-receber.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/5885335871163991102?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/5885335871163991102?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~3/rdU3nbrq-0w/nao-esqueca-os-elogios-que-receber.html" title="Não esqueça os elogios que receber. Esqueça as ofensas. Se conseguir isso, me ensine." /><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788619457105002753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCTtk8874I/AAAAAAAABzI/v9wKjx76KZE/s220/perfil.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/s7kfpf-ZeJQ/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2011/01/nao-esqueca-os-elogios-que-receber.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAHSXc6fip7ImA9Wx9VE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457852367470877670.post-7898054743681100257</id><published>2011-01-29T21:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T21:28:58.916-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-29T21:28:58.916-02:00</app:edited><title>Receita do Amor</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUSiWtMsVYI/AAAAAAAABzw/4Gi_28T6lvg/s1600/receita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUSiWtMsVYI/AAAAAAAABzw/4Gi_28T6lvg/s320/receita.jpg" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredientes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- a pessoa que você ama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- uma dúzia de beijos molhados&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- meia dúzia de abraços apertados&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- uma pitada de ciúmes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- uma porção de tesão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- uma porção de saudade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- duas porções de amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- três porções de carinho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- uma pitadinha de sacanagem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;- uma pitada de química&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Modo de agir&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Primeiro você olha dentro dos olhos da pessoa que você ama&lt;br /&gt;
Acrescenta uma parte do carinho, a porção de saudade em meia dúzia de beijos, e envolve com uma parte dos abraços.&lt;br /&gt;
Junta o ciúmes misturado com a química.&lt;br /&gt;
Abraços mais fortes.&lt;br /&gt;
Coloca a sacanagem, mistura o tesão, a outra metade dos beijos (deixando sobrar duas porções), outra porção de carinho envoltos nos beijos.&lt;br /&gt;
Envolve os corpos num ritmo frenético e alucinado.&lt;br /&gt;
No final coloque as duas porções dos beijos e a porção restante do carinho.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Para incrementar, sussurre no ouvido da pessoa amada:&lt;br /&gt;
“Como é grande meu amor por você”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457852367470877670-7898054743681100257?l=alinedecassia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~4/E3oDsUpLIYY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/feeds/7898054743681100257/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2011/01/receita-do-amor.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/7898054743681100257?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/7898054743681100257?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~3/E3oDsUpLIYY/receita-do-amor.html" title="Receita do Amor" /><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788619457105002753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCTtk8874I/AAAAAAAABzI/v9wKjx76KZE/s220/perfil.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUSiWtMsVYI/AAAAAAAABzw/4Gi_28T6lvg/s72-c/receita.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2011/01/receita-do-amor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08FSHg-fip7ImA9Wx9VEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457852367470877670.post-5112909567900220809</id><published>2011-01-28T21:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T21:03:39.656-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-28T21:03:39.656-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><title /><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Eu tive um sonho, vou te contar ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A vida é engraçada, quando menos esperamos cai de para quedas a chance.&lt;br /&gt;
Aquela chance!&lt;br /&gt;
Quando tudo parece perdido, a luz surge em um piscar de olhos.&lt;br /&gt;
Quando nos decidimos, some aquele peso das costas, e todas oportunidades começam a pipocar.&lt;br /&gt;
Basta traçar uma meta.&lt;br /&gt;
Casar. Lua de mel. Um vaso de folhagem próximo a janela do apartamento. Um quadro na parede do quarto.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Sonhos?&lt;br /&gt;
Se apenas sonhado, sim são apenas sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;
Porém, desde que sonhado como meta a ser alcançado, lá se vão no mínimo 70% de certeza.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Basta acreditar!&lt;br /&gt;
É difícil?&lt;br /&gt;
Se você é um pessimista, ou um alguém que apenas pensa "ah! que bom seria se um dia isso acontecesse", sim, será muito e muito difícil.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Agora, se você acredita. Se faz planos, se age já pensando em como será seu dia quando você chegar em casa e terá que aguar a flor, ou se pensa em qual parede ficará melhor o quadro, ou se na lua de mel vocês irão mergulhar, ou quem sabe fazer rapel, aí sim, são "outros 500".&lt;br /&gt;
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O universo está lá, se movendo a seu favor. Tomando as suas iniciativas como certezas e concretizando para o que falta para os 30% de certeza.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mas como transcrever pro papel o que apenas o coração sente, e alma não compreende.&lt;br /&gt;
Melhor se ausentar do que ficar rodeando em palavras sem nada pronunciar.&lt;br /&gt;
Tanto aconteceu, fatos que devem ser lembrados, e outros esquecidos, guardados apenas para um ensinamento no futuro (como hoje talvez!)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tomei decisões, e você não estava lá pra ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;
Chorei, e você não estava lá pra me acalmar.&lt;br /&gt;
Porém sorri, brinquei, mas você também não estava lá.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas sempre esteve aqui.&lt;br /&gt;
Sabe aqui?&lt;br /&gt;
Aqui ó, dentro do peito, do lado esquerdo, na parte onde não há pecado, nem coisas ruins.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCRd8FVDVI/AAAAAAAABzA/Sd5CjQ29Dys/s1600/coracao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCRd8FVDVI/AAAAAAAABzA/Sd5CjQ29Dys/s200/coracao.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aqui na minha parte mais pura e calorosa, e desde que aqui entrou, jamais irá sair.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O amor é assim!&lt;br /&gt;
Sem planos, sem metas, sem retas.&lt;br /&gt;
Feito curva de rio, que com as&amp;nbsp;enchentes&amp;nbsp;levam tudo a frente, destrói o que existe &amp;nbsp;e constrói novas paisagens,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Não que isso seja um fim, porque o fim não existe.&lt;br /&gt;
Apenas a saudade, feito a neve que impede de prosseguir naquele momento, mas não impedirá pra sempre.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Te quero assim, metade de mim.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCRdeWmByI/AAAAAAAABy8/U9o_N91yjVI/s1600/ampulheta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCRdeWmByI/AAAAAAAABy8/U9o_N91yjVI/s200/ampulheta.jpg" width="144" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Somos uma só pessoa, mas temos que ter coragem, seguir em frente, mesmo diante de tropeços.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O tempo já se vai.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Vê! Olha lá .. ali, bem em frente, é nosso futuro.&lt;br /&gt;
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Vem, me dá a mão, vamos correr e aproveitar o dia que já vem.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457852367470877670-4031160414801388515?l=alinedecassia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~4/u-KMaeDTGgw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/feeds/4031160414801388515/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2011/01/chegou-hora.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/4031160414801388515?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/4031160414801388515?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~3/u-KMaeDTGgw/chegou-hora.html" title="Chegou a hora" /><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788619457105002753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCTtk8874I/AAAAAAAABzI/v9wKjx76KZE/s220/perfil.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCRd8FVDVI/AAAAAAAABzA/Sd5CjQ29Dys/s72-c/coracao.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2011/01/chegou-hora.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4CRnYzfSp7ImA9Wx9TGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457852367470877670.post-4351954331339669865</id><published>2010-11-26T20:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:36:07.885-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-26T20:36:07.885-02:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Dia quente lá fora e aqui dentro do peito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Respostas afiadas na ponta da língua! Não gosto disso, mas cheguei em um momento, onde calar é pequeno demais diante de tudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Falou, levou e foda-se!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;A calma pela qual eu luto é algo muito maior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Envolve verdade das pessoas, quando o pulsar do coração vai no embalo da alma. e se calar ficou para trás!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TPA2P8RxF5I/AAAAAAAABus/hloD9ryQ7AA/s1600/calma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TPA2P8RxF5I/AAAAAAAABus/hloD9ryQ7AA/s400/calma.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Senti meu peito acelerar por não entender porque as pessoas falam em&amp;nbsp;incógnitas&amp;nbsp;e ainda&amp;nbsp;exigem&amp;nbsp;que eu, mero mortal entenda, aceite, aprove e espere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Mas minha calma tem limite, e esse limite acabou ali atrás, há um bocado de tempo! E mesmo assim, não fui notada, ou não me fiz tão clara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Entretanto nunca é tarde para tentar, para arriscar, para seguir, mesmo que ainda seja sem um rumo coerente, mesmo que seja apenas na mente. Eu vou seguir, agora para onde, isso já é pedir demais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457852367470877670-4351954331339669865?l=alinedecassia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~4/r3yDrYxNmLw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/feeds/4351954331339669865/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/11/dia-quente-la-fora-e-aqui-dentro-do.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/4351954331339669865?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/4351954331339669865?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~3/r3yDrYxNmLw/dia-quente-la-fora-e-aqui-dentro-do.html" title="" /><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788619457105002753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCTtk8874I/AAAAAAAABzI/v9wKjx76KZE/s220/perfil.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TPA2P8RxF5I/AAAAAAAABus/hloD9ryQ7AA/s72-c/calma.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/11/dia-quente-la-fora-e-aqui-dentro-do.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQNRXYyeCp7ImA9Wx9TFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457852367470877670.post-1725169773824594614</id><published>2010-11-24T22:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T22:03:14.890-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-24T22:03:14.890-02:00</app:edited><title>Já faz tempo</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Faz tempo que não te vejo, mas até que estou indo bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tem noites que chego a perder o sono de tanto que minha mente gira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Já faz tanto tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um passeio na Avenida Paulista, um café, um bom papo, parque do MASP...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tantas coisas aconteceram depois então.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me perdi na sua ausência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chorei em silêncio, sucumbindo o medo e a dúvida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TO2mdMCyh9I/AAAAAAAABug/N36scxR-_gI/s1600/tempo_alinedecassia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TO2mdMCyh9I/AAAAAAAABug/N36scxR-_gI/s320/tempo_alinedecassia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sem saber como agir, o que falar, o que decidir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O tempo, a distância ora são aliados, ora inimigos fervorosos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Já faz tanto tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ainda me lembro do amor que fizemos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Foi tão lindo, inesquecível, talvez eu coloque esse dia entre os 5 melhores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mágico! Palavra ideal para designar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Algo que começou com simples beijos, chegou ao máximo do orgasmo com lágrimas de felicidades a banhar nossos corpos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Foi tão lindo, tão puro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TO2mpPz7cVI/AAAAAAAABuk/naf1phCCBGo/s1600/saudade_alinedecassia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TO2mpPz7cVI/AAAAAAAABuk/naf1phCCBGo/s320/saudade_alinedecassia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Já faz tanto tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que as vezes parece que nem aconteceu, e tem momentos que parece que foi ontem mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não conto mais meus dias. As vezes eles se passam de par em par, pois quando vejo é segunda, sábado e novamente segunda, porém, tem vezes que os dias passam arrastados, semanas que têm 3 ou 4 terças, 2 ou 3 quintas, e assim os dias se prolongam, a noite nunca chega, e quando chega, ela demora umas 25 horas para passar, e eu aqui, na agonia, fico a relembrar, a chorar sufocando as lágrimas para que você aí não seja capaz de escutar através dos quilômetros e quilômetros que existem entre nós, e quando adormeço, o despertador já está se espreguiçando, pronto a cumprir seu papel diário, que é me despertar para outro dia, ou será outro mesmo dia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Já faz tanto tempo. Tic-tac.. o tempo vai passando ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TO2npd4ZqzI/AAAAAAAABuo/sJOKkqhjbw4/s1600/calma_alinedecassia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TO2npd4ZqzI/AAAAAAAABuo/sJOKkqhjbw4/s320/calma_alinedecassia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"O mundo vai girando&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cada vez mais veloz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A gente espera do mundo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E o mundo espera de nós&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um pouco mais de paciência...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Será que é tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Que lhe falta prá perceber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Será que temos esse tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Prá perder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;E quem quer saber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;A vida é tão rara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Tão rara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Um pouco mais de calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Mesmo quando o corpo pede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Um pouco mais de alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Eu sei, a vida não pára&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;A vida não pára não..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457852367470877670-1725169773824594614?l=alinedecassia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~4/P0vdC-H_vaw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/feeds/1725169773824594614/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/11/ja-faz-tempo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/1725169773824594614?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/1725169773824594614?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~3/P0vdC-H_vaw/ja-faz-tempo.html" title="Já faz tempo" /><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788619457105002753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCTtk8874I/AAAAAAAABzI/v9wKjx76KZE/s220/perfil.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TO2mdMCyh9I/AAAAAAAABug/N36scxR-_gI/s72-c/tempo_alinedecassia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/11/ja-faz-tempo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QEQns5eSp7ImA9Wx9TFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457852367470877670.post-6784267897499664883</id><published>2010-11-24T21:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T21:28:23.521-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-24T21:28:23.521-02:00</app:edited><title>Igual ou diferente - você escolhe</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TO2e_i7K5iI/AAAAAAAABuU/RaveumZQjhM/s1600/pb_alinedecassia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TO2e_i7K5iI/AAAAAAAABuU/RaveumZQjhM/s320/pb_alinedecassia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Preto no branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Arroz com feijão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Café com leite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amor e poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cachecol e fogueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Homem e mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Antes e depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aqui e lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Opostos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TO2fenAFIJI/AAAAAAAABuc/0-wAsgrGVUM/s1600/mulheres-preto-e-branco_alinedecassia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TO2fenAFIJI/AAAAAAAABuc/0-wAsgrGVUM/s1600/mulheres-preto-e-branco_alinedecassia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Feijão com arroz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Leite com café&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Poesia e amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Figueira e cachecol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mulher e homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Depois e antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lá e aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Iguais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tudo se completa, depende apenas de você desejar. Tudo e nada são exatamente a mesma coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TO2fdxxySwI/AAAAAAAABuY/J1HoGpYzPj4/s1600/yin-yang_alinedecassia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TO2fdxxySwI/AAAAAAAABuY/J1HoGpYzPj4/s320/yin-yang_alinedecassia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lágrima – sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pele – arrepio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Beijo – paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Homem – homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mulher – mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Opostos? Diferentes??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sua mente é quem dita a sequência e a obrigatoriedade de classificar como igual ou diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tudo é apenas questão de cada cabeça – cada sentença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457852367470877670-6784267897499664883?l=alinedecassia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~4/F8ueOJePL3Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/feeds/6784267897499664883/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/11/igual-ou-diferente-voce-escolhe.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/6784267897499664883?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/6784267897499664883?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~3/F8ueOJePL3Y/igual-ou-diferente-voce-escolhe.html" title="Igual ou diferente - você escolhe" /><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788619457105002753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCTtk8874I/AAAAAAAABzI/v9wKjx76KZE/s220/perfil.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TO2e_i7K5iI/AAAAAAAABuU/RaveumZQjhM/s72-c/pb_alinedecassia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/11/igual-ou-diferente-voce-escolhe.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUNR3s_fip7ImA9Wx9TFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457852367470877670.post-453626282767965955</id><published>2010-11-24T21:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T21:11:36.546-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-24T21:11:36.546-02:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que palavra mais cruel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chega como quem não quer nada....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Desatino, incompreensão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As avessas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TO2bo_lio4I/AAAAAAAABuQ/wo-KxPtjU9Y/s1600/mulher_alinedecassia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TO2bo_lio4I/AAAAAAAABuQ/wo-KxPtjU9Y/s1600/mulher_alinedecassia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Da paz faz rebuliço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do coração cria abismo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Da mente um emaranhado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Afinal, o que querem as mulheres???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457852367470877670-453626282767965955?l=alinedecassia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~4/DAUxc99wMoM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/feeds/453626282767965955/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/11/amor-que-palavra-mais-cruel.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/453626282767965955?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/453626282767965955?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~3/DAUxc99wMoM/amor-que-palavra-mais-cruel.html" title="" /><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788619457105002753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCTtk8874I/AAAAAAAABzI/v9wKjx76KZE/s220/perfil.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TO2bo_lio4I/AAAAAAAABuQ/wo-KxPtjU9Y/s72-c/mulher_alinedecassia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/11/amor-que-palavra-mais-cruel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUFRXg7eSp7ImA9Wx9TFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457852367470877670.post-3789876030617297447</id><published>2010-11-24T21:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T21:10:14.601-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-24T21:10:14.601-02:00</app:edited><title>Quanto tempo!</title><content type="html">Pois é me ausentei.. e até hoje não sei explicar o porque...&lt;br /&gt;
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Muitos outros e distintos afazeres, um amor que me põe a extremos, família, trabalho, cursinhos ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Aí, neste final de semana, em um local meio inapropriado, um grande cara (aliás, acho que ele é o Silvio Santos postiço) veio me dizer que curte o que escrevo..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TO2bUHNw1MI/AAAAAAAABuM/k6LJ7IlBgP0/s1600/amigos_quemsabeaindasouumagarotinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TO2bUHNw1MI/AAAAAAAABuM/k6LJ7IlBgP0/s320/amigos_quemsabeaindasouumagarotinha.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Será que ele percebeu que aqui não tenho meios, sem eira e nem beira.. Escrevo porque sinto tesão, saudade, paixão, raiva, mágoa ... sentimentos tão opostos e tão ligados, que não podem ser explicados, nem tão pouco descritos, mas que eu, um alguém inconstante, aquariana ao extremo, desafio a naturalidade e escrevo.. Deixo a mente vagar, e rabisco palavras, sem pretensão de certo, errado, de português correto .. será que ele percebeu que aqui nada faz sentido, nem aqui e muito menos ali ???&lt;br /&gt;
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Mas enfim, a vc, meu amigo Gui Santos, escrevo estas mal traçadas linhas, aconselhando-lhe (a não, conselhos não .. quem sabe .. um bate papo) digo-te: seja feliz sem medo. Seja você, sem explicações, curta o bendito do microfone sem se importar com nada além, mas não tente "entrevistar", "conhecer" as pessoas, nem msm as quais pode chamar de amigos, porque na vida, o belo é o inexplicável.&lt;br /&gt;
Até a dor tem sentido, quando é puro o motivo que a trás.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457852367470877670-3789876030617297447?l=alinedecassia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~4/ECn7xwpgU5I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/feeds/3789876030617297447/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/11/quanto-tempo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/3789876030617297447?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/3789876030617297447?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~3/ECn7xwpgU5I/quanto-tempo.html" title="Quanto tempo!" /><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788619457105002753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCTtk8874I/AAAAAAAABzI/v9wKjx76KZE/s220/perfil.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TO2bUHNw1MI/AAAAAAAABuM/k6LJ7IlBgP0/s72-c/amigos_quemsabeaindasouumagarotinha.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/11/quanto-tempo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QARHw4eip7ImA9Wx5REkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457852367470877670.post-3412331193556466403</id><published>2010-08-19T17:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T17:55:45.232-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-19T17:55:45.232-03:00</app:edited><title>Na ausência, sinto MAIS ....</title><content type="html">Quanto mais longe, mais perto&lt;br /&gt;
Quanto mais silêncio, mais sua voz ecoa&lt;br /&gt;
Quanto menos te vejo, mais posso te tocar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sempre na mesma proporção&lt;br /&gt;
quando se trata do amor&lt;br /&gt;
o menos é sempre mais&lt;br /&gt;
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a cada dia mais tesão&lt;br /&gt;
mais emoção&lt;br /&gt;
muito mais coração&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TG2aJEQlz_I/AAAAAAAABr8/1r0wyQmOHZc/s1600/meu+amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TG2aJEQlz_I/AAAAAAAABr8/1r0wyQmOHZc/s400/meu+amor.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
necessidade, urgência, saudade&lt;br /&gt;
química, pele, cheiro&lt;br /&gt;
amizade, respeito, admiração&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
quando se trata do amor&lt;br /&gt;
sempre é muito mais&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
mais isso e aquilo&lt;br /&gt;
meros pequenos detalhes&lt;br /&gt;
entalhados na alma&lt;br /&gt;
cravados no coração&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
longe, perto, junto&lt;br /&gt;
mesma cama, mesmo olhar&lt;br /&gt;
mesmo sorriso&lt;br /&gt;
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motivos inexistentes&lt;br /&gt;
coerentes apenas na arte de amar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457852367470877670-3412331193556466403?l=alinedecassia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~4/cq394nCXiQk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/feeds/3412331193556466403/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/08/na-ausencia-sinto-mais.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/3412331193556466403?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/3412331193556466403?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~3/cq394nCXiQk/na-ausencia-sinto-mais.html" title="Na ausência, sinto MAIS ...." /><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788619457105002753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCTtk8874I/AAAAAAAABzI/v9wKjx76KZE/s220/perfil.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TG2aJEQlz_I/AAAAAAAABr8/1r0wyQmOHZc/s72-c/meu+amor.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/08/na-ausencia-sinto-mais.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQHRXs4eyp7ImA9Wx5TF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457852367470877670.post-2965775294405546570</id><published>2010-08-02T21:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T21:12:14.533-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-02T21:12:14.533-03:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vamo rimaaaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;amor que te quero amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por vezes traz a dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;salpica o coração de ardor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;refresca no calor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aquece no frio&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TFdcIDCvgWI/AAAAAAAABrs/67nwAXO3QmU/s1600/arrepio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TFdcIDCvgWI/AAAAAAAABrs/67nwAXO3QmU/s200/arrepio.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
cadê a rima???&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ficou no calafrio&lt;br /&gt;
quando penso naquele arrepio&lt;br /&gt;
que segue pela pele feito um longo assovio&lt;br /&gt;
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Corpo sedutor&lt;br /&gt;
feito as palavras de um escritor&lt;br /&gt;
quando chega é arrasador&lt;br /&gt;
seu beijo é acolhedor&lt;br /&gt;
seu abraço protetor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TFdcW-9cfPI/AAAAAAAABr0/PDjyKRHLCIs/s1600/sexy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TFdcW-9cfPI/AAAAAAAABr0/PDjyKRHLCIs/s320/sexy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah! O amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;química que triplica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desejo que revejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a vida que se faz colorida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nos passos que se antecipa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pra que exitir rima, quando o mais importante já foi criado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu e você do mesmo lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457852367470877670-2965775294405546570?l=alinedecassia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~4/oV_LxoJiMw8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/feeds/2965775294405546570/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/08/vamo-rimaaaaa-amor-que-te-quero-amor.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/2965775294405546570?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/2965775294405546570?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~3/oV_LxoJiMw8/vamo-rimaaaaa-amor-que-te-quero-amor.html" title="" /><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788619457105002753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCTtk8874I/AAAAAAAABzI/v9wKjx76KZE/s220/perfil.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TFdcIDCvgWI/AAAAAAAABrs/67nwAXO3QmU/s72-c/arrepio.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/08/vamo-rimaaaaa-amor-que-te-quero-amor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYGSX8_eyp7ImA9Wx5TFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457852367470877670.post-2316259466194684692</id><published>2010-07-31T17:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T17:28:48.143-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-31T17:28:48.143-03:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TFSGcTQf-kI/AAAAAAAABrk/qdZxOUmcvs8/s1600/nu+art%C3%ADstico+05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TFSGcTQf-kI/AAAAAAAABrk/qdZxOUmcvs8/s400/nu+art%C3%ADstico+05.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O Amor é assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando chega, muda opiniões, revê conceitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guina 270º&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acelera, esquenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aperta, afrouxa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Arrepia, suspira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sacia, instiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sem explicação, sem razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;apenas coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457852367470877670-2316259466194684692?l=alinedecassia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~4/hbIUYVEDIm0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/feeds/2316259466194684692/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-amor-e-assim-quando-chega-muda.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/2316259466194684692?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/2316259466194684692?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~3/hbIUYVEDIm0/o-amor-e-assim-quando-chega-muda.html" title="" /><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788619457105002753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCTtk8874I/AAAAAAAABzI/v9wKjx76KZE/s220/perfil.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TFSGcTQf-kI/AAAAAAAABrk/qdZxOUmcvs8/s72-c/nu+art%C3%ADstico+05.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-amor-e-assim-quando-chega-muda.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkENSXc5eip7ImA9Wx5TFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457852367470877670.post-6433697598471050690</id><published>2010-07-29T21:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:11:38.922-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-29T21:11:38.922-03:00</app:edited><title>Massagem</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu tenho um dom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ou quem sabe tenho vários...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas dentre alguns dons, está o da massagem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Poucas coisas me dão tanto prazer quanto fazer uma massagem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando aquela pessoa de coloca deitada na minha frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;se desfaz de todo pudor, expõe sua dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e uso o melhor de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a parte mais pura e humana que tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;trago nas mãos a vontade de "salvar vidas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e ali esqueço de todo o resto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e coloco em prática a arte milenar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TFIYR4ptfHI/AAAAAAAABq8/ff5sefZNJQI/s1600/teste+02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TFIYR4ptfHI/AAAAAAAABq8/ff5sefZNJQI/s400/teste+02.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shiatsu. Relaxante. Reflexologia. Redutora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ali, ouço desabafos, muitas vezes lágrimas, &lt;br /&gt;
e esqueço que existe algo além.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O corpo é um só, movido a mente, coração, alma...&lt;br /&gt;
Muitas vezes me torno "terapeuta da alma"&lt;br /&gt;
porque o que falta nesse mundo &lt;br /&gt;
é paciência para ouvir o próximo&lt;br /&gt;
as pessoas andam tão fechadas em seu mundo&lt;br /&gt;
que tudo se mistura, e quando se vê, o corpo pede calma&lt;br /&gt;
nessa hora, entro eu, ouvidos abertos, mãos atentas&lt;br /&gt;
e faço que realmente gosto!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ajudo as pessoas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457852367470877670-6433697598471050690?l=alinedecassia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~4/ZjgKHoUbmwc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/feeds/6433697598471050690/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/07/massagem.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/6433697598471050690?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/6433697598471050690?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~3/ZjgKHoUbmwc/massagem.html" title="Massagem" /><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788619457105002753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCTtk8874I/AAAAAAAABzI/v9wKjx76KZE/s220/perfil.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TFIYR4ptfHI/AAAAAAAABq8/ff5sefZNJQI/s72-c/teste+02.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/07/massagem.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUGRnk-eCp7ImA9Wx5TE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457852367470877670.post-3447859102459287394</id><published>2010-07-28T13:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T13:57:07.750-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-28T13:57:07.750-03:00</app:edited><title>Resistir</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TFBgUhv51mI/AAAAAAAABqs/LoIPPm4vgEw/s1600/interroga%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TFBgUhv51mI/AAAAAAAABqs/LoIPPm4vgEw/s200/interroga%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;- noite a beira mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;- ombro pra chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;- pôr do sol acompanhada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;- cerveja gelada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;- noite bem dormida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;- filme em noite fria &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;- ser criança ao menos uma vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;- amadurecer quando tem que ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;- se lambuzar de chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;- quando a saudade bate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;- chorar de saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;- quando a chuva bate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;- adormecer sonhando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;- acordar amando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;- sorrir sem motivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;- lutar por um objetivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;- torcer pelo seu time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;- fazer regime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;- cutucar o nariz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;- desenhar com giz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;- música na fossa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;- pisar em poça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TFBgff8GDqI/AAAAAAAABq0/CIlJeRh_RF8/s1600/meu+caminho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TFBgff8GDqI/AAAAAAAABq0/CIlJeRh_RF8/s200/meu+caminho.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nem tudo é isso. Ou quem sabe aquilo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Depende de mim. Faço o que quero, rimando ou não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aqui, ou lá, quem sabe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sou o que posso ser sem medidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando amo vou além, faço por mim e por quem convém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pinto meu caminho, vou a luta! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457852367470877670-3447859102459287394?l=alinedecassia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~4/AwoiJjchl8w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/feeds/3447859102459287394/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/07/resistir.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/3447859102459287394?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/3447859102459287394?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~3/AwoiJjchl8w/resistir.html" title="Resistir" /><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788619457105002753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCTtk8874I/AAAAAAAABzI/v9wKjx76KZE/s220/perfil.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TFBgUhv51mI/AAAAAAAABqs/LoIPPm4vgEw/s72-c/interroga%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/07/resistir.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8MQXoycCp7ImA9Wx5TEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457852367470877670.post-8657980446962613891</id><published>2010-07-26T17:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T17:08:00.498-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-26T17:08:00.498-03:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TE3qyE4lTuI/AAAAAAAABqc/OFQ712hEFdI/s1600/aline.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TE3qyE4lTuI/AAAAAAAABqc/OFQ712hEFdI/s320/aline.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aquariana &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mais de 30 anos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boa filha e irmã (futura boa esposa)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sincera, imprevisível, amiga.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alma sensível às forças sutís da natureza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amante do futuro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gosto tanto do preto quanto do branco&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Embora o azul e vermelho se encaixem bem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gosto de comida italiana e de “PF” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para beber, água, café, coca-cola, red label.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um chocolate na TPM é imprescindível&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desenhar e ler admito ser de lei.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas não vivo mesmo é sem escrever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eclética, mas MPB é que me mantém.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tara por criar artes de mulheres nuas &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;E aos amigos para agradar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não gosto de jiló, nem filme de lutinhas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Durmo nua, de edredon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meu estilo, simples, caipira&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 tatuagens – prova do amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Piercing de brilhantezinho na sobrancelha &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parando de fumar – isso pega&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;De fé inabalável (ou quase)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tanto que torço pro Corinthians&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Encontrei meu 1º amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;E é pra vida toda.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acredito em conto de fadas e força negativa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sou assim. Sou ainda pela metade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em busca da verdade. Não to nem aí se não gostam de mim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Afinal, não vim para agradar ninguém!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457852367470877670-8657980446962613891?l=alinedecassia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~4/YLRBMjyIWuw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/feeds/8657980446962613891/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/07/aquariana-mais-de-30-anos.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/8657980446962613891?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/8657980446962613891?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~3/YLRBMjyIWuw/aquariana-mais-de-30-anos.html" title="" /><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788619457105002753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCTtk8874I/AAAAAAAABzI/v9wKjx76KZE/s220/perfil.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TE3qyE4lTuI/AAAAAAAABqc/OFQ712hEFdI/s72-c/aline.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/07/aquariana-mais-de-30-anos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQGSX0_cSp7ImA9Wx5TEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457852367470877670.post-3079954661109094862</id><published>2010-07-26T15:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T15:52:08.349-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-26T15:52:08.349-03:00</app:edited><title>A paz</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TE3ZLgFADNI/AAAAAAAABqU/OE3oXiaeNCs/s1600/paz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TE3ZLgFADNI/AAAAAAAABqU/OE3oXiaeNCs/s200/paz.jpg" width="161" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há muito vivi sem saber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Erros cometi até sem querer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Busquei a paz onde não era capaz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sofri, chorei, aprendi, rezei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fiz de Deus o culpado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por achar que tudo estava errado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me refiz na fé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Achei o certo ao meu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me transformo a cada dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reformulo a praticidade vivida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ainda sofro e choro, mas não perco a alegria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenho paz! Aprendi a me perdoar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou capaz de me amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obrigada Pai por não me abandonar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assim, ao encontrar a paz, encontrei a felicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Encontrei o amor e a sinceridade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Longe da maldade, traço a eternidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457852367470877670-3079954661109094862?l=alinedecassia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~4/OI_buevv8rw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/feeds/3079954661109094862/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/07/paz.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/3079954661109094862?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/3079954661109094862?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~3/OI_buevv8rw/paz.html" title="A paz" /><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788619457105002753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCTtk8874I/AAAAAAAABzI/v9wKjx76KZE/s220/perfil.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TE3ZLgFADNI/AAAAAAAABqU/OE3oXiaeNCs/s72-c/paz.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/07/paz.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMFRXw_fCp7ImA9Wx5TEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457852367470877670.post-4127638031296792362</id><published>2010-07-26T15:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T15:20:14.244-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-26T15:20:14.244-03:00</app:edited><title>Quero agora.</title><content type="html">&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TE3RVH5sdeI/AAAAAAAABqE/_a1fdAirMlU/s1600/01.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="125" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TE3RVH5sdeI/AAAAAAAABqE/_a1fdAirMlU/s200/01.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um beijo na face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um abraço apertado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um sorriso safado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na pele o arrepio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um suspiro em forma de amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um toque em forma de calor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;O desabrochar do amor feito flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;De pétalas em pétalas, sol ou chuva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Constante busca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando ela passa tudo pára.&lt;br /&gt;
Quando ela fala tudo cala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ao sorrir meu mundo vem a colorir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ao pensar em mim meu peito vem a explodir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457852367470877670-4127638031296792362?l=alinedecassia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~4/DNG5ekxa6X8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/feeds/4127638031296792362/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/07/quero-agora.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/4127638031296792362?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/4127638031296792362?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~3/DNG5ekxa6X8/quero-agora.html" title="Quero agora." /><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788619457105002753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCTtk8874I/AAAAAAAABzI/v9wKjx76KZE/s220/perfil.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TE3RVH5sdeI/AAAAAAAABqE/_a1fdAirMlU/s72-c/01.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/07/quero-agora.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAHQ306fyp7ImA9Wx5TEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457852367470877670.post-4153756746625796718</id><published>2010-07-25T21:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T21:05:32.317-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-25T21:05:32.317-03:00</app:edited><title>Eu posso!</title><content type="html">Posso fechar os olhos e te ver.&lt;br /&gt;
Posso dormir e sonhar com você.&lt;br /&gt;
Posso acordar e te amar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Posso abrir a janela e sentir seu cheiro.&lt;br /&gt;
Posso recordar teu beijo.&lt;br /&gt;
Posso saciar meu desejo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Posso te amar a minha maneira&lt;br /&gt;
Posso ser amada de uma forma derradeira.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu posso ser feliz pois te tenho junto a mim.&lt;br /&gt;
Posso sorrir sem motivos&lt;br /&gt;
Amar sem medidas&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu posso o que eu quiser, pois sinto que me quer&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Posso chorar de saudade&lt;br /&gt;
Posso amar sem maldade&lt;br /&gt;
Nos mistérios da eternidade&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu posso ser criança, pedir um doce&lt;br /&gt;
Posso te seduzir num toque.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Posso viajar espaços&lt;br /&gt;
Posso pedir mais um abraço.&lt;br /&gt;
Acalentar meu cansaço&lt;br /&gt;
Posso no vazio estar em seus braços.&lt;br /&gt;
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Posso o que quiser! &lt;br /&gt;
Pois sinto que quer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457852367470877670-4153756746625796718?l=alinedecassia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~4/7NOnFo2xJAI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/feeds/4153756746625796718/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-posso.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/4153756746625796718?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/4153756746625796718?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~3/7NOnFo2xJAI/eu-posso.html" title="Eu posso!" /><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788619457105002753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCTtk8874I/AAAAAAAABzI/v9wKjx76KZE/s220/perfil.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TEzRDM2xBrI/AAAAAAAABp8/eihqYfiRTxs/s72-c/blog+02.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-posso.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEGRXc9eip7ImA9Wx5TEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457852367470877670.post-4031470685308458113</id><published>2010-07-25T13:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T13:00:24.962-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-25T13:00:24.962-03:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TExdr-KX4bI/AAAAAAAABps/Gw6UsyZ9PhE/s1600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TExdr-KX4bI/AAAAAAAABps/Gw6UsyZ9PhE/s400/blog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ah! Um fim de semana com você na mente, no coração.&lt;br /&gt;
A saudade bate forte, posso te sentir.&lt;br /&gt;
Ali no meio do campo, ao som ambiente da natureza, o sol refletido na piscina, as almas viajam ao enlaçar infinito.&lt;br /&gt;
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Posso te sentir! Tão em mim. &lt;br /&gt;
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Sua mente me guia atraves do espaço, percorro milhas e milhas, acordo suada com sua voz em meu coração, é tão real.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ao longe a imagem do horizonte em nuvens nos amamos. Um amor movido a saudade, a desejo, a paixão. Um amor movido através do tempo, fazendo com que tudo se concretize.&lt;br /&gt;
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Já não posso mais viver sem você. É somente sua presença que me dá luz,,por isso faço dos dias degraus, que caminham pra felicidade..&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah! Tudo que já vivi apenas me preparou pra você.. pois em cada etapa vencida vejo que o que me faltava está em você. &lt;br /&gt;
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Estou viva! Posso sorrir, chorar, gritar, pular .. de alegria, de paz .. Uma paz que tem suas iniciais gravadas, esculpidas com as tempestades de anos.. aprimorando cada encanto, cada deslize. Tudo tem sentido hoje em dia.&lt;br /&gt;
Venci medos, venci desafios e tudo a espera de um milagre. E hoje entendo que milagre é ter você novamente e agora pra sempre comigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457852367470877670-4031470685308458113?l=alinedecassia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~4/dmFMVN3QkSs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/feeds/4031470685308458113/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/07/ah-um-fim-de-semana-com-voce-na-mente.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/4031470685308458113?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/4031470685308458113?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~3/dmFMVN3QkSs/ah-um-fim-de-semana-com-voce-na-mente.html" title="" /><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788619457105002753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCTtk8874I/AAAAAAAABzI/v9wKjx76KZE/s220/perfil.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TExdr-KX4bI/AAAAAAAABps/Gw6UsyZ9PhE/s72-c/blog.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/07/ah-um-fim-de-semana-com-voce-na-mente.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEMR3Y-eyp7ImA9WxFaGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457852367470877670.post-118200622664625975</id><published>2010-07-23T23:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T23:31:26.853-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-23T23:31:26.853-03:00</app:edited><title>Amor e sexo</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TEpPn-iaFfI/AAAAAAAABpk/xuAM4NSxXZk/s1600/3704415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TEpPn-iaFfI/AAAAAAAABpk/xuAM4NSxXZk/s320/3704415.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Com você quero fazer amor.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tocar seu corpo, arrancar suspiros. Beijar-te em cada parte.&lt;br /&gt;
Devorar sua boca.&lt;br /&gt;
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Deslizar sobre sua pele arrepiada de tesão.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aos poucos invadir cada parte. Em um exato momento quebrar as barreiras e do ato do amor o transformar no ato do sexo, e na próxima fração de segundo voltar ao amor, envolto a declarações, pedidos.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ainda sinto seu cheiro. Na cama a imagem do seu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;
Desnudo, saciado.&lt;br /&gt;
Em minha boca o gosto do seu beijo. Na sua pele o rastro do desejo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sou capaz de ouvir seus gemidos entrecortados dizendo me amar.&lt;br /&gt;
Me remexo, sou capaz de sentar e olhar por lado, de tão forte que é sua presença.&lt;br /&gt;
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De mãos dadas, buscar o climax no rebolado perfeito que tinge a alma de paz, conforto. Sensação de preenchimento total, que se caracteriza em união não apenas no corpo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Que sua pele suada, saliva gelada, beijo apaixonado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6457852367470877670-118200622664625975?l=alinedecassia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~4/CX_m6U9jYNc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/feeds/118200622664625975/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/07/amor-e-sexo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/118200622664625975?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457852367470877670/posts/default/118200622664625975?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuemSabeAindaSouUmaGarotinha/~3/CX_m6U9jYNc/amor-e-sexo.html" title="Amor e sexo" /><author><name>Aline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12788619457105002753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TUCTtk8874I/AAAAAAAABzI/v9wKjx76KZE/s220/perfil.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvG7PzU_kYY/TEpPn-iaFfI/AAAAAAAABpk/xuAM4NSxXZk/s72-c/3704415.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alinedecassia.blogspot.com/2010/07/amor-e-sexo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

