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Acredito que não te amo mais, os sentimentos não são mais os mesmos. Deixamos de compreender um ao outro faz um tempo. Saudades da época que era tudo tão simples, que era apenas natural. Os nossos beijos são forçados e sem desejos, é triste escrever essas palavras… Eu sei.      &lt;br /&gt;Da perfeição ao maior defeito de dois corações.       &lt;br /&gt;No fundo quero querer ficar mais alguns segundos com você, na esperança que alguma coisa que você diga ou faça mude essa direção de esquecer por um tempo, todo tempo que passamos.       &lt;br /&gt;De um madruga perdida debaixo de lágrimas do céu, encontro lembranças valiosas, mas, sem repetição.       &lt;br /&gt;Tenho que me encontrar dessa dúvida, e voltar a te amar de verdade por mais uma vez. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;Luan Fernando     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211510457284623055-4942921372644450575?l=sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/feeds/4942921372644450575/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211510457284623055&amp;postID=4942921372644450575" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/4942921372644450575?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/4942921372644450575?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/2012/01/te-amando-por-mais-uma-vez.html" title="Te Amando Por Mais Uma Vez" /><author><name>Luan Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141406646418850739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="19" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qau5fTBxloY/TVxaQOgv9LI/AAAAAAAAC5I/r4f_A_CRKYg/s220/DSC04711%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-lgyJ6j0BCmE/TyAAmJqPzzI/AAAAAAAADaM/rircTCnjC20/s72-c/Lost_Lover_by_little_pretty_thumb%25255B3%25255D.png?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8CQX06fSp7ImA9WhRVFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211510457284623055.post-7729234982198161102</id><published>2012-01-15T00:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T00:01:00.315-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-15T00:01:00.315-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sentimento Padrão em Vídeoclipe" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tristeza" /><title>Sentimento Padrão em Vídeoclipe: Snuff</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zUuJe19xkaE" frameborder="0" width="720" allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interpretação: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Slipknot          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Composição: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Corey Taylor          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Álbum: &lt;font color="#000000"&gt;All Hope Is Gone&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="2"&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qual música faz você pensar de algo ou alguém?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/font&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211510457284623055-7729234982198161102?l=sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/feeds/7729234982198161102/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211510457284623055&amp;postID=7729234982198161102" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/7729234982198161102?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/7729234982198161102?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/2012/01/sentimento-padrao-em-videoclipe-snuff.html" title="Sentimento Padrão em Vídeoclipe: Snuff" /><author><name>Luan Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141406646418850739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="19" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qau5fTBxloY/TVxaQOgv9LI/AAAAAAAAC5I/r4f_A_CRKYg/s220/DSC04711%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/zUuJe19xkaE/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAHRXwycSp7ImA9WhRVE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211510457284623055.post-5290506760316288833</id><published>2012-01-05T17:07:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T01:58:54.299-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-12T01:58:54.299-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tristeza" /><title>Me Despedido de Você</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-SKgmcR3bQqs/TwX0_BHOYVI/AAAAAAAADZE/SCvueXtetY4/s1600-h/Still_of_the_Night_by_since91%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Still_of_the_Night_by_since91" border="0" alt="Still_of_the_Night_by_since91" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ABEjboyM2XE/TwX1AiSknOI/AAAAAAAADZM/bYiOT3MH6Yo/Still_of_the_Night_by_since91_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;Estou cansado de respirar, meus pulmões não me respeitam mais, quero deixar de caminhar.      &lt;br /&gt;Desse mundo nada me interessa, quero parar de pensar, e sonhar.       &lt;br /&gt;Durante as madrugadas acordado espero os minutos virarem horas, e testemunhar o nascer do sol que me queima.       &lt;br /&gt;Na esperança deixei de acreditar, o amor me ajudou em minha morte.       &lt;br /&gt;De mãos dadas com a solidão, das lágrimas encontro meu reflexo de tristeza.       &lt;br /&gt;Me esqueci de quem sou, e do que quero.       &lt;br /&gt;Hoje, tenho certeza apenas de deixar essa pequena mensagem antes da minha despedida dessa vida.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;Luan Fernando&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211510457284623055-5290506760316288833?l=sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/feeds/5290506760316288833/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211510457284623055&amp;postID=5290506760316288833" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/5290506760316288833?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/5290506760316288833?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/2012/01/me-despedido-de-voce.html" title="Me Despedido de Você" /><author><name>Luan Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141406646418850739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="19" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qau5fTBxloY/TVxaQOgv9LI/AAAAAAAAC5I/r4f_A_CRKYg/s220/DSC04711%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ABEjboyM2XE/TwX1AiSknOI/AAAAAAAADZM/bYiOT3MH6Yo/s72-c/Still_of_the_Night_by_since91_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcCRX88cCp7ImA9WhRWFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211510457284623055.post-944413938771120064</id><published>2011-12-31T00:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T11:54:24.178-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-01T11:54:24.178-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Participações Especiais" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Esperança" /><title>Daqui a Pouco</title><content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-L8YCa_S0DFM/TtQHOGYiYRI/AAAAAAAADV0/XrY_SgMafNY/s1600-h/2009_by_anti00gravity%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="2009_by_anti00gravity" border="0" alt="2009_by_anti00gravity" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-teJoeeZp_tU/TtQHRrqW22I/AAAAAAAADV8/j3e7vUj19R0/2009_by_anti00gravity_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="324" height="484" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;Daqui a pouco o ano termina, precisamos nos conscientizar de que, se não fizemos o melhor, pelo menos tentamos. O sol está prestes a raiar no horizonte anunciando o novo ano que vai nascer; o momento é de muita euforia, haverá muita troca de beijo, abraços, troca de presentes e as mais belas mensagens de boas festas.     &lt;br /&gt;Todo ano é assim, a esperança se renova na certeza de dias melhores. É chegada a hora de dar uma trégua para fazer um minucioso balanço de tudo que foi vivido em sua vida até agora. Faça um rascunho, analise cada momento vivido, que eu tenho a certeza de que você vai achar o seu ponto de equilíbrio para seguir com muito mais segurança esse novo desafio que terá pela frente.      &lt;br /&gt;Para que o novo ano não fique repetitivo, lance o seu desafio, aventure-se um pouquinho mais, fuja daquela rotina cotidiana sem sal sem pimenta que norteou a sua vida o ano inteirinho simplesmente por não ter tentado outras alternativas de vida. Faça um pacto contigo mesmo, chute o balde todas as vezes que algo está lhe incomodando e não tenha medo de trocar o certo pelo duvidoso - mais vale se arriscar do que se lamentar de pelo menos não ter tentado.       &lt;br /&gt;Resolva os seus problemas, mas somente um de cada vez, deixe que o tempo se encarregue de apaziguar possíveis desavenças que uma vez ou outra possam surgir. Como já foi dito, o equilíbrio será sem dúvida alguma o fiel da balança de sua vida, é ele que vai fazer com que você possa controlar a sua vida dentro da mais perfeita ordem e harmonia.      &lt;br /&gt;Recebe o novo ano que se aproxima com um largo sorriso, e um coração repleto de amor para o que der e vier.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paulo Rozzini &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     &lt;p align="center"&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;”O Sentimento Padrão deseja a todos um feliz 2012! Que nesse próximo ano seja rico em inspirações.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211510457284623055-944413938771120064?l=sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/feeds/944413938771120064/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211510457284623055&amp;postID=944413938771120064" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/944413938771120064?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/944413938771120064?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/2011/12/daqui-pouco.html" title="Daqui a Pouco" /><author><name>Luan Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141406646418850739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="19" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qau5fTBxloY/TVxaQOgv9LI/AAAAAAAAC5I/r4f_A_CRKYg/s220/DSC04711%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-teJoeeZp_tU/TtQHRrqW22I/AAAAAAAADV8/j3e7vUj19R0/s72-c/2009_by_anti00gravity_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMCQHw4fyp7ImA9WhRXF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211510457284623055.post-4779874820229496520</id><published>2011-12-25T00:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T00:01:01.237-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-25T00:01:01.237-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sentimento Padrão em Vídeoclipe" /><title>Sentimento Padrão em Vídeoclipe: Kiss Me</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uWibri5Xjs0" frameborder="0" width="720" allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Interpretação:&lt;/font&gt; Sixpence None the Richer      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Composição:&lt;/font&gt; Matt Slocum      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Álbum:&lt;/font&gt; Sixpence None the Richer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qual música faz você pensar em algo ou alguém?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211510457284623055-4779874820229496520?l=sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/feeds/4779874820229496520/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211510457284623055&amp;postID=4779874820229496520" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/4779874820229496520?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/4779874820229496520?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/2011/12/sentimento-padrao-em-videoclipe-kiss-me.html" title="Sentimento Padrão em Vídeoclipe: Kiss Me" /><author><name>Luan Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141406646418850739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="19" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qau5fTBxloY/TVxaQOgv9LI/AAAAAAAAC5I/r4f_A_CRKYg/s220/DSC04711%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/uWibri5Xjs0/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcESX46fyp7ImA9WhRXFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211510457284623055.post-3760019578670553222</id><published>2011-12-20T17:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T17:06:48.017-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-20T17:06:48.017-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Esperança" /><title>Próximo Segundo</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-tcrlZNMDqGk/TvDcvgT3xsI/AAAAAAAADXc/LLO58HKCTZg/s1600-h/785f84a1e079857e2598d2eeba90f4c8%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; 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Discutimos e resolvemos nossos problemas.      &lt;br /&gt;Fica para trás tudo que não precisamos mais, e desejamos tudo em seguida que nos levará a nosso felicidade.      &lt;br /&gt;Dias serão sempre dias, como noites sempre serão escuras e misteriosas.      &lt;br /&gt;Não importa que nada mude, a verdade que quero é saber que no próximo minuto posso acreditar no novo, na esperança que tudo vai dar certo, que tudo está ao meu alcance, que posso e vou lutar para conseguir e manter tudo que eu mais amo, seja um ser vivo ou um objeto.       &lt;br /&gt;Nesse próximo segundo vai registrar o inicio de mais um ano que vou viver e aprender.      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;Luan Fernando&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211510457284623055-3760019578670553222?l=sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/feeds/3760019578670553222/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211510457284623055&amp;postID=3760019578670553222" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/3760019578670553222?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/3760019578670553222?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/2011/12/proximo-segundo.html" title="Próximo Segundo" /><author><name>Luan Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141406646418850739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="19" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qau5fTBxloY/TVxaQOgv9LI/AAAAAAAAC5I/r4f_A_CRKYg/s220/DSC04711%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-LQsuqg5e_WM/TvDcxp39oOI/AAAAAAAADXk/Q5K3ohbZBWc/s72-c/785f84a1e079857e2598d2eeba90f4c8_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUNSXo7fyp7ImA9WhRQGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211510457284623055.post-8044558968343486397</id><published>2011-12-15T00:01:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T17:44:58.407-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-15T17:44:58.407-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Esperança" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sentimento Padrão em Vídeoclipe" /><title>Sentimento Padrão em Vídeoclipe: Wonderwall</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe height="415" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/G7X1W5ogb7w" frameborder="0" width="720" allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interpretação: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Oasis          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Composição: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Noel Gallagher          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Álbum: &lt;font color="#000000"&gt;(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's the Story) Morning Glory?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="2"&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qual música faz você pensar de algo ou alguém?        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wonderwall faz a Cá do Blog &lt;a href="http://acreditenoqueninguemve.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Feche os Olhos&lt;/a&gt; lembrar: de tudo que passa e fica, do que vem e vai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/font&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211510457284623055-8044558968343486397?l=sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/feeds/8044558968343486397/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211510457284623055&amp;postID=8044558968343486397" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/8044558968343486397?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/8044558968343486397?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/2011/12/sentimento-padrao-em-videoclipe.html" title="Sentimento Padrão em Vídeoclipe: Wonderwall" /><author><name>Luan Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141406646418850739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="19" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qau5fTBxloY/TVxaQOgv9LI/AAAAAAAAC5I/r4f_A_CRKYg/s220/DSC04711%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/G7X1W5ogb7w/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIBSX86cSp7ImA9WhRQFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211510457284623055.post-7032784081023382865</id><published>2011-12-10T16:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T16:59:18.119-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-10T16:59:18.119-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tristeza" /><title>Palavras Mudas</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-8Kw5kwJFYvw/TuOr-k9KNTI/AAAAAAAADXM/QASa4BgC1u4/s1600-h/Closer_by_RobbyP%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Closer_by_RobbyP" border="0" alt="Closer_by_RobbyP" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-YlWxwaDwbcE/TuOsBL7CSBI/AAAAAAAADXU/9afTe8GO58Y/Closer_by_RobbyP_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;Tem momentos que nós falamos mais alto no silêncio, os líderes são os que menos percebem a revolta dos acontecimentos, necessitamos de olhos inteligentes – daqueles que também escutam.      &lt;br /&gt;Sem os direitos à favor, calados ficamos, paralisados com certo nas mãos.       &lt;br /&gt;A verdade um dia é revelado, a questão é o problema da esperar por ela.       &lt;br /&gt;Perdidos ao meio do desânimo, queremos um solução, você é o responsável pelo nosso mal estar.       &lt;br /&gt;Os dias passam e a vontade de desistir de você é maior do que de tentar te resolver – prefiro trocar por um futuro incerto, do que ficar aqui com um que jamais acontecerá.       &lt;br /&gt;Conselho de amigo, escute quem quer ajudar, e responda os argumentos falsos e sem fundamentos com a verdade.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;Luan Fernando       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211510457284623055-7032784081023382865?l=sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/feeds/7032784081023382865/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211510457284623055&amp;postID=7032784081023382865" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/7032784081023382865?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/7032784081023382865?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/2011/12/palavras-mudas.html" title="Palavras Mudas" /><author><name>Luan Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141406646418850739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="19" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qau5fTBxloY/TVxaQOgv9LI/AAAAAAAAC5I/r4f_A_CRKYg/s220/DSC04711%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-YlWxwaDwbcE/TuOsBL7CSBI/AAAAAAAADXU/9afTe8GO58Y/s72-c/Closer_by_RobbyP_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IARXg8fip7ImA9WhRQEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211510457284623055.post-3494160674134087468</id><published>2011-12-05T19:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T19:45:44.676-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-05T19:45:44.676-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amor" /><title>O Azul dos Seus Olhos</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-HwRoCnOBPBI/Tt01XXl34pI/AAAAAAAADW8/zYipaU1kbCs/s1600-h/Eyes___by_TgV38%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Eyes___by_TgV38" border="0" alt="Eyes___by_TgV38" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-BUj0ov6liy8/Tt01aFMOeFI/AAAAAAAADXE/tt9l8J1WukQ/Eyes___by_TgV38_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="196" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;Navegando pelos mares desconhecidos de suas cores, a cada minuto percebo um novo detalhe.      &lt;br /&gt;Não me canso de descobrir suas ondas e correntezas.       &lt;br /&gt;Há momentos que fico sem compreensão, sem entender, nesse instante paro, e te escuto.       &lt;br /&gt;A calmaria nunca dura para sempre, mas a tempestades são apenas temporárias.       &lt;br /&gt;Abraçado no calor e no amor do seu balanço.      &lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ficar com você, gosto de me perder, gosto do azul dos seus olhos.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luan Fernando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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 &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Interpretação:&lt;/font&gt; Alanis Morissette       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Composição:&lt;/font&gt; Alanis Morissette       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Álbum:&lt;/font&gt; Jagged Little Pill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Qual música faz você pensar em algo ou alguém?    &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211510457284623055-8895615855051273656?l=sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/feeds/8895615855051273656/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211510457284623055&amp;postID=8895615855051273656" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/8895615855051273656?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/8895615855051273656?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/2011/11/sentimento-padrao-em-videoclipe-your.html" title="Sentimento Padrão em Vídeoclipe: Your House" /><author><name>Luan Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141406646418850739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="19" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qau5fTBxloY/TVxaQOgv9LI/AAAAAAAAC5I/r4f_A_CRKYg/s220/DSC04711%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/RHG_YZPVlkM/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUANRXc8cCp7ImA9WhRREkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211510457284623055.post-5112021116997667445</id><published>2011-11-25T12:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T17:03:14.978-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-25T17:03:14.978-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tristeza" /><title>Perdido em Si</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ROz-oWk3p80/TsGF2M-ij6I/AAAAAAAADVU/9gMqeETdXa4/s1600-h/Lost_by_iNeedChemicalX%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Lost_by_iNeedChemicalX" border="0" alt="Lost_by_iNeedChemicalX" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-2k2PxmTKhd8/TsGF-P-ICXI/AAAAAAAADVc/Gpc4EbGaTUc/Lost_by_iNeedChemicalX_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;Me ensine a falar a verdade, perdido em meus sentimentos.      &lt;br /&gt;Escondo medos que sinto do escuro, e da luz que me nego a ver.       &lt;br /&gt;Fácil é se guardar para si, proteger dos inimigos que vestem palavras.       &lt;br /&gt;Machucados e feridas que meu coração não sabe mais compreender.       &lt;br /&gt;Quero chegar na inocência, mas no final da insanidade mato minha esperança.       &lt;br /&gt;Letras não formam minha verdade, minhas sensações são complicadas até para mim.       &lt;br /&gt;Em busca do tempo perfeito, acordo no amplo espaço dos segundos.       &lt;br /&gt;Penso em onde estou? Trancado na minha tristeza me afasto.       &lt;br /&gt;Deixo a noite passar, e as horas serem meu remédio dos argumentos.       &lt;br /&gt;Em um momento meu dia nascerá novamente.       &lt;br /&gt;Na espera fico deitado até você abrir os olhos para mim mais uma vez.&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;Luan Fernando        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211510457284623055-5112021116997667445?l=sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/feeds/5112021116997667445/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211510457284623055&amp;postID=5112021116997667445" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/5112021116997667445?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/5112021116997667445?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/2011/11/perdido-em-si.html" title="Perdido em Si" /><author><name>Luan Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141406646418850739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="19" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qau5fTBxloY/TVxaQOgv9LI/AAAAAAAAC5I/r4f_A_CRKYg/s220/DSC04711%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-2k2PxmTKhd8/TsGF-P-ICXI/AAAAAAAADVc/Gpc4EbGaTUc/s72-c/Lost_by_iNeedChemicalX_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4FQHo9fyp7ImA9WhRREkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211510457284623055.post-3365381472408525182</id><published>2011-11-21T12:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T17:05:11.467-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-25T17:05:11.467-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sobre o Blog" /><title>3 Anos de Sentimento Padrão</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-bA60QCOyscc/TqVb_SpRkhI/AAAAAAAADOY/c9dpkLgIzyo/s1600-h/Logo%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="Logo" border="0" height="192" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-OslL_Ce3Mb0/TqVcBtnkDeI/AAAAAAAADOg/HbAET54Q_jw/Logo_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; float: left; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="Logo" width="644" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;
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Mais um ano se passou! No primeiro ano muita comemoração e vontade de fazer acontecer, no segundo aniversário um clima de resistência – uma luta para que o blog não parasse completamente.     &lt;br /&gt;
Momentos felizes, momentos difíceis, mudanças e retorno ao simples.     &lt;br /&gt;
Diferente do que disse há um ano atrás quando comentei que não havia motivo para comemorar, hoje, nesse terceiro aniversário tudo voltou como era, posts sendo escritos com prioridade de antes, e aos poucos o retorno de nossos leitores que torciam que o blog daria a volta por cima – conseguimos graças a vocês!     &lt;br /&gt;
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Esse blog é de todos vocês! Dos autores, até os leitores! A cada publicação tendo mostrar que ninguém está sozinho, que todos nós compartilhamos das mesmas paixões, medos, revoltas e desejos.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Qual música faz você pensar em algo ou alguém? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211510457284623055-7865452543362828685?l=sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/feeds/7865452543362828685/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211510457284623055&amp;postID=7865452543362828685" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/7865452543362828685?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/7865452543362828685?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/2011/11/sentimento-padrao-em-videoclipe-dig.html" title="Sentimento Padrão em Vídeoclipe: Dig" /><author><name>Luan Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141406646418850739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="19" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qau5fTBxloY/TVxaQOgv9LI/AAAAAAAAC5I/r4f_A_CRKYg/s220/DSC04711%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/7rBzx5Be18c/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08CQ3w6cCp7ImA9WhRTGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211510457284623055.post-969559048221620009</id><published>2011-11-10T20:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T00:51:02.218-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-11T00:51:02.218-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Esperança" /><title>Congelando com a Maré</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-8v5si5XgVKo/TqstVg-AdrI/AAAAAAAADPc/7UoYU2GARuk/s1600-h/ocean__by_sugarock99-d2zzrhv%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="ocean__by_sugarock99-d2zzrhv" border="0" alt="ocean__by_sugarock99-d2zzrhv" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Fh3SKq0XghA/TqstznXgKUI/AAAAAAAADPk/z-ml_B6ckBE/ocean__by_sugarock99-d2zzrhv_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;Nadando no mar das dúvidas, a maré me leva para bem longe de você.      &lt;br /&gt;Rezo pra não morrer afogado nas lágrimas que derramo de suas palavras.       &lt;br /&gt;O frio da água faz meus batimentos congelarem no instante que penso na saída de repostas.       &lt;br /&gt;A suavidade das ondas não me levam para calmaria que desejo - preciso continuar sonhando.       &lt;br /&gt;Não perco as esperanças, sinto que te quero, que tenho você como meu caminho.       &lt;br /&gt;Jogue um bote, me salve dessa tempestade que você formou ao meu redor, quero viver, quero refazer os erros - e dá uma oportunidade que nem toda a culpa me pertence.       &lt;br /&gt;Assuma que quer, assume que ainda me ama.       &lt;br /&gt;Admiti que todos nós estamos errados nesse oceano.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;Luan Fernando&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211510457284623055-969559048221620009?l=sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/feeds/969559048221620009/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211510457284623055&amp;postID=969559048221620009" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/969559048221620009?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/969559048221620009?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/2011/11/congelando-com-mare.html" title="Congelando com a Maré" /><author><name>Luan Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141406646418850739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="19" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qau5fTBxloY/TVxaQOgv9LI/AAAAAAAAC5I/r4f_A_CRKYg/s220/DSC04711%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Fh3SKq0XghA/TqstznXgKUI/AAAAAAAADPk/z-ml_B6ckBE/s72-c/ocean__by_sugarock99-d2zzrhv_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUEQ3wycCp7ImA9WhRTFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211510457284623055.post-2211175598799254539</id><published>2011-11-05T18:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T18:00:02.298-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-05T18:00:02.298-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tristeza" /><title>Paraíso do Inferno</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-KRljZbFit_o/TqntCK4qeHI/AAAAAAAADPM/6i_u5NnNN9s/s1600-h/road_to_hell_by_werol11.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="road to hell by Michal Mierzejewski" border="0" alt="road to hell by Michal Mierzejewski" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-KtZOqTEK2kc/Tqnta4e6vdI/AAAAAAAADPU/ZpJmWL86E6o/road_to_hell_by_werol_thumb8.jpg?imgmax=800" width="167" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;Uma garota que formava o sol todas as manhas que abria os olhos, o brilho do céu azul era produzido pelo seu sorriso. Do bom humor: dias belos; das risadas: a noites tranquilas. Sua vida ao redor era das cores mais vivas, cheio de otimismo e coragem de viver.      &lt;br /&gt;Um dia, conheceu um garoto que fazia os dias ser únicos e apaixonantes, naquele instante sabia que aquilo era sua primeira paixão. Juntos fabricavam o “amor”, um elemento que era a fusão de tudo que os dois faziam de melhor, dessa forma se tornaram verdadeiros “deuses”.       &lt;br /&gt;Em uma noite, nem quente, nem fria, um erro simples, mas imperdoável: o abandono.&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;Da obra final do paraíso, a nova versão do inferno.       &lt;br /&gt;Eles esqueceram de compreender, acreditar, e cuidar do amor, de uma obra-prima, se tornou o maior inimigo dos homens. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;Luan Fernando&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211510457284623055-2211175598799254539?l=sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/feeds/2211175598799254539/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211510457284623055&amp;postID=2211175598799254539" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/2211175598799254539?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/2211175598799254539?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/2011/11/paraiso-do-inferno.html" title="Paraíso do Inferno" /><author><name>Luan Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141406646418850739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="19" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qau5fTBxloY/TVxaQOgv9LI/AAAAAAAAC5I/r4f_A_CRKYg/s220/DSC04711%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-KtZOqTEK2kc/Tqnta4e6vdI/AAAAAAAADPU/ZpJmWL86E6o/s72-c/road_to_hell_by_werol_thumb8.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcER3k9cSp7ImA9WhdaGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211510457284623055.post-5804837132144720334</id><published>2011-10-30T10:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T10:00:06.769-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-30T10:00:06.769-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sentimento Padrão em Vídeoclipe" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tristeza" /><title>Sentimento Padrão em Vídeoclipe: Heartless</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe height="400" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-77RsRZlM3Q" frameborder="0" width="700" allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Interpretação:&lt;/font&gt; The Fray      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Composição: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Kanye West, Ernest Wilson, Scott Mescudi, M. Jones&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#666666" size="3"&gt;Qual música faz você pensar em algo ou alguém? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211510457284623055-5804837132144720334?l=sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/feeds/5804837132144720334/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211510457284623055&amp;postID=5804837132144720334" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/5804837132144720334?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/5804837132144720334?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/2011/10/sentimento-padrao-em-videoclipe.html" title="Sentimento Padrão em Vídeoclipe: Heartless" /><author><name>Luan Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141406646418850739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="19" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qau5fTBxloY/TVxaQOgv9LI/AAAAAAAAC5I/r4f_A_CRKYg/s220/DSC04711%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/-77RsRZlM3Q/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08HSXg-fip7ImA9WhdaFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211510457284623055.post-5538931513901421104</id><published>2011-10-25T20:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T20:30:38.656-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-25T20:30:38.656-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Revolta" /><title>Seriedade do Mundo</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Lt-pNA2sw3I/Tqc37CgszBI/AAAAAAAADO0/RrQtLuwEDSM/s1600-h/society_by_EatRubbish%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="society_by_EatRubbish" border="0" alt="society_by_EatRubbish" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-MAZzJGt2c_A/Tqc387RjjaI/AAAAAAAADO8/3kFJ2j1PqWE/society_by_EatRubbish_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="165" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;Ainda há esperança para esse mundo? Não credito muito nisso, basta poucos minutos na rua, no trabalho, ou algum local especifico para ter a prova da vontade que a humanidade tem de mudar esse mundo é nulo.      &lt;br /&gt;Não acredito no fim do mundo da maneira que as profecias dizem, acredito que já estamos vivendo com a destruição dele no nosso dia-a-dia - nesse exato momento.       &lt;br /&gt;Poucas pessoas fazem o mínimo que podem para melhorar, mas são tão´poucas que nem são lembradas como mereciam. De um ato simples, há algo complexo em uma intenção sem consentimento no futuro.       &lt;br /&gt;Anda para frente voltando para trás. Tentando chegar em um rumo acabando com o caminho.       &lt;br /&gt;Vivo no fim do mundo, esperando que ele acabe logo, e pare de sofrer nas mãos dos animais dos seres humanos feitos de amor próprio. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;Luan Fernando&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211510457284623055-5538931513901421104?l=sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/feeds/5538931513901421104/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211510457284623055&amp;postID=5538931513901421104" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/5538931513901421104?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/5538931513901421104?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/2011/10/seriedade-do-mundo.html" title="Seriedade do Mundo" /><author><name>Luan Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141406646418850739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="19" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qau5fTBxloY/TVxaQOgv9LI/AAAAAAAAC5I/r4f_A_CRKYg/s220/DSC04711%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-MAZzJGt2c_A/Tqc387RjjaI/AAAAAAAADO8/3kFJ2j1PqWE/s72-c/society_by_EatRubbish_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04NQnYyfyp7ImA9WhdaFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211510457284623055.post-3904542756459059427</id><published>2011-10-20T21:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T20:33:13.897-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-25T20:33:13.897-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Participações Especiais" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Esperança" /><title>There is a Light That Never Goes Out</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-7-rBrpAT-N8/TozbC0l7v8I/AAAAAAAADMg/O995q35iT_M/s1600-h/Thr__s_a_Light_tht_nvr_goes_out_by_ToPpeRa_TPR%25255B9%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Thr__s_a_Light_tht_nvr_goes_out_by_ToPpeRa_TPR" border="0" alt="Thr__s_a_Light_tht_nvr_goes_out_by_ToPpeRa_TPR" align="right" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-6nFtiusMWa8/Tozbb1Cr1sI/AAAAAAAADMk/_03OUMOJ-zg/Thr__s_a_Light_tht_nvr_goes_out_by_ToPpeRa_TPR_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="285" height="401" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;Por não saber, ainda, o que há de vir    &lt;br /&gt;Me contento em acreditar apenas no que sei     &lt;br /&gt;Se nada fez sentido, nem aquilo que já vi     &lt;br /&gt;De que me adianta tentar sentir o que nunca presenciei?     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Velhas palavras são tudo o que agora tenho     &lt;br /&gt;Sem emoção, sem sofrimento     &lt;br /&gt;De caminhos confusos me abstenho     &lt;br /&gt;De sentimentos me privo por puro desalento     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Me contradigo se penso e não faço     &lt;br /&gt;Me questiono se sou digna de tal afeto     &lt;br /&gt;Enquanto me pego protegida em teu abraço     &lt;br /&gt;Percebo teus olhos nos meus, é quando me veto     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Perder pode ser sinônimo de ter     &lt;br /&gt;E não quero que, de novo, isso aconteça     &lt;br /&gt;Mas se ao abrir meus olhos eu ainda consiga te ver     &lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja você quem irá me livrar da minha eterna incerteza     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Escrita por &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/05273927884973705459"&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;Danielle C.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt; do Blog &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://shakemetoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;I'm Safer on an Airplane&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211510457284623055-3904542756459059427?l=sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/feeds/3904542756459059427/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211510457284623055&amp;postID=3904542756459059427" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/3904542756459059427?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/3904542756459059427?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/2011/10/there-is-light-that-never-goes-out.html" title="There is a Light That Never Goes Out" /><author><name>Luan Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141406646418850739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="19" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qau5fTBxloY/TVxaQOgv9LI/AAAAAAAAC5I/r4f_A_CRKYg/s220/DSC04711%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-6nFtiusMWa8/Tozbb1Cr1sI/AAAAAAAADMk/_03OUMOJ-zg/s72-c/Thr__s_a_Light_tht_nvr_goes_out_by_ToPpeRa_TPR_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QEQH8_eyp7ImA9WhdaFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211510457284623055.post-2608386523023791130</id><published>2011-10-15T19:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T20:28:21.143-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-24T20:28:21.143-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Esperança" /><title>Buscando Saídas</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-PefC3zc_FtU/TozX_BnwiCI/AAAAAAAADMY/T4jvRe8z6Jc/s1600-h/The_crossing_by_VexingArt%25255B5%25255D.jpg" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="The_crossing_by_VexingArt" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-tblJooEE5rs/TozYCloBhJI/AAAAAAAADMc/sFgr9UiZOPo/The_crossing_by_VexingArt_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; float: left; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="The_crossing_by_VexingArt" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Preso em um cruzamento que meus pensamentos criaram para me intrigar.       &lt;br /&gt;Enxergo caminhos ao vão do infinito, não deixando nenhuma pista de qual seguir em frente.       &lt;br /&gt;Escuto vozes conhecidas apontando saídas, e vejo desconhecidos mostrando lados diferentes de resultados.       &lt;br /&gt;Confuso e sem esperança no meu instinto, medo sinto.       &lt;br /&gt;Aguento firme, seguro as lágrimas e meus pés no chão.       &lt;br /&gt;Tento encontrar, achar seu aroma, formar seu rosto.       &lt;br /&gt;Acredito que você tem minha resposta, meu resultado, minha aprovação.       &lt;br /&gt;Buscando saídas de para voltar a segurar sua mão e sorrir novamente para meu mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luan Fernando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211510457284623055-2608386523023791130?l=sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/feeds/2608386523023791130/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211510457284623055&amp;postID=2608386523023791130" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/2608386523023791130?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/2608386523023791130?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/2011/10/buscando-saidas.html" title="Buscando Saídas" /><author><name>Luan Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141406646418850739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="19" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qau5fTBxloY/TVxaQOgv9LI/AAAAAAAAC5I/r4f_A_CRKYg/s220/DSC04711%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-tblJooEE5rs/TozYCloBhJI/AAAAAAAADMc/sFgr9UiZOPo/s72-c/The_crossing_by_VexingArt_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MCSHs-eyp7ImA9WhdaFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211510457284623055.post-9192247752720616116</id><published>2011-10-10T20:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T20:31:09.553-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-24T20:31:09.553-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Esperança" /><title>Último Segundo</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-xrkQf3CPwb0/TozVSAmnBaI/AAAAAAAADMQ/pOEycLcrvn4/s1600-h/__IN_THE_END___by_AndersKarlsson%25255B5%25255D.jpg" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="__IN_THE_END___by_AndersKarlsson" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-3sl2y8jIdTA/TozVUHKWx9I/AAAAAAAADMU/dRoUAQZiFxQ/__IN_THE_END___by_AndersKarlsson_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; float: left; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="__IN_THE_END___by_AndersKarlsson" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não sinto nenhum medo, nenhuma esperança e muito menos minha respiração.      &lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos viraram um projetor de minha história, revejo tudo que conquistei e também as derrotas que me formaram o que me tornei.       &lt;br /&gt;Escuto vozes de desespero, e lágrima caída do céu, preso em uma prisão que tem tudo que sempre sonhei como paraíso.       &lt;br /&gt;Quadros com fotografia das pessoas que mais amo, e também dos meus rabiscos nos meus cadernos escolares.       &lt;br /&gt;Encontro no canto caixas de chocolates e presentes que ganhei de minhas namoradas.       &lt;br /&gt;Minhas cicatrizes voltam a sangrar, e de me lembram das confusas e verdadeiras brigas que me envolvi para salvar a minha e a pele de meus amigos.       &lt;br /&gt;Saudade não sinto mais, sei que estou caminhando para um lugar onde continuarei sendo feliz, e com sorte um dia terei a oportunidade de sentir a felicidade de reencontrar quem eu amo… Morreria para ver o sorriso dela por mais uma vez.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Luan Fernand&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211510457284623055-9192247752720616116?l=sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/feeds/9192247752720616116/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211510457284623055&amp;postID=9192247752720616116" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/9192247752720616116?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/9192247752720616116?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/2011/10/ultimo-segundo.html" title="Último Segundo" /><author><name>Luan Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141406646418850739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="19" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qau5fTBxloY/TVxaQOgv9LI/AAAAAAAAC5I/r4f_A_CRKYg/s220/DSC04711%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-3sl2y8jIdTA/TozVUHKWx9I/AAAAAAAADMU/dRoUAQZiFxQ/s72-c/__IN_THE_END___by_AndersKarlsson_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EERXg-eyp7ImA9WhdaFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211510457284623055.post-2626037134255777439</id><published>2011-10-05T20:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T20:33:24.653-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-24T20:33:24.653-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Esperança" /><title>Minha Luz</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-RIo__M0GomM/TnzoPqaDR8I/AAAAAAAADKY/ivdEgr_PguM/s1600-h/Dark_Moon_by_ChrisAddams%25255B6%25255D.jpg" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="Dark_Moon_by_ChrisAddams" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-EXf2AE96lJI/TnzoRBE3X9I/AAAAAAAADKc/rc1LDxyXglE/Dark_Moon_by_ChrisAddams_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; float: left; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="Dark_Moon_by_ChrisAddams" width="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Passei por muitas horas no pesadelo, preso nesse túnel sabia que só sairia com as instruções escritas de vermelho de sangue nas paredes – não era o único que tinha passado por lá.       &lt;br /&gt;Notei a sensação de medo, percebi que tudo ali eu conhecia, eram coisas que conhecia, ou ignorava. Talvez dicas? Talvez aquelas instruções não eram para conseguir sair, eram para me completar, me convencer que não me conhecia.       &lt;br /&gt;Caminhando, pensando sobre o que aquele túnel realmente representava: era minhas emoções reprimidas, aquelas que alguém apagou ou matou dentro de mim.       &lt;br /&gt;Me lembrei que não fui parar lá por vontade própria, alguém que gostava muito de mim, me levou até lá, não para sofrer, ou para chorar, ela queria que eu me tornasse a verdadeira pessoa que estou destinada a ser: uma pessoa melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luan Fernando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211510457284623055-2626037134255777439?l=sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/feeds/2626037134255777439/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211510457284623055&amp;postID=2626037134255777439" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/2626037134255777439?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/2626037134255777439?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/2011/10/minha-luz.html" title="Minha Luz" /><author><name>Luan Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141406646418850739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="19" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qau5fTBxloY/TVxaQOgv9LI/AAAAAAAAC5I/r4f_A_CRKYg/s220/DSC04711%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-EXf2AE96lJI/TnzoRBE3X9I/AAAAAAAADKc/rc1LDxyXglE/s72-c/Dark_Moon_by_ChrisAddams_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4MRns7eip7ImA9WhdaFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211510457284623055.post-8819245259021273573</id><published>2011-09-30T20:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T20:16:27.502-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-25T20:16:27.502-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amor" /><title>Época de Aromas</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-9gzGkFGDJTY/TnznW5jqg8I/AAAAAAAADKQ/NIuywttWLsg/s1600-h/%2525C3%252589poca%252520de%252520Aromas%25255B9%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="Época de Aromas" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-FtAN3AYUO1c/TnznY4dDbDI/AAAAAAAADKU/h0a7qd8KUAQ/%2525C3%252589poca%252520de%252520Aromas_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; float: left; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="Época de Aromas" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Como gostava daquela praça que nos encontrávamos toda noite, conversas inocentes com intensos interessantes.      &lt;br /&gt;Toda noite era noite de conquista um pedaço do seu coração, tentando revelar suas vontades e sonhos. Adorava seu sorriso, era encantador ficar todas aquelas horas, na madrugada a dentro, querendo reparar cada detalhe de sua face.       &lt;br /&gt;Não podemos esquecer nas nossas trilhas sonoras de ‘The Fray’ e Coldplay’ – que até hoje nos traz belas lembranças.       &lt;br /&gt;Dois anos se passaram, muita coisa aconteceu e mudou, nos amadurecemos, aprendemos e descobrimos mundos novos e desafiadores. Apenas sei, que ainda é pouco, quero mais, muito mais, quero passar novas lembranças, novos momentos, quero ainda te amar, por muito… Muito tempo!       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luan Fernando&lt;/em&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211510457284623055-8819245259021273573?l=sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/feeds/8819245259021273573/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211510457284623055&amp;postID=8819245259021273573" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/8819245259021273573?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/8819245259021273573?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/2011/09/epoca-de-aromas.html" title="Época de Aromas" /><author><name>Luan Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141406646418850739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="19" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qau5fTBxloY/TVxaQOgv9LI/AAAAAAAAC5I/r4f_A_CRKYg/s220/DSC04711%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-FtAN3AYUO1c/TnznY4dDbDI/AAAAAAAADKU/h0a7qd8KUAQ/s72-c/%2525C3%252589poca%252520de%252520Aromas_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUGQn06cCp7ImA9WhdaFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211510457284623055.post-336766017279002139</id><published>2011-09-25T12:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T20:10:23.318-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-24T20:10:23.318-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amor" /><title>730 Dias</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-14HdfOpVJtQ/Tnzj59vyosI/AAAAAAAADKI/-47b4nN3tXE/s1600-h/730%252520Dias%25255B7%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="730 Dias" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-UzFgijrKv6c/Tnzj_MCsAVI/AAAAAAAADKM/m2wf7hcIDQw/730%252520Dias_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; float: left; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="730 Dias" width="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fizemos tanto amor em todos esses dias, o calor apenas soube cada segundo.       &lt;br /&gt;Tantos beijos, de diferentes formas, intensidades e momentos.       &lt;br /&gt;Não me esquece do dos primeiros dias, mesmo tão distantes, são eles os responsáveis pelo o presente.       &lt;br /&gt;O nosso amor cresceu, madureceu, e sofreu – um sofrimento de descobertas e soluções para seguir em frente.       &lt;br /&gt;Quero que saiba que confio e admiro cada pedacinho da sua personalidade.       &lt;br /&gt;Até quando estou querendo te matar, eu te amo.       &lt;br /&gt;Muitos dias se foram, muitos dias viram, mas cada dia quero aproveitar no calor do seu corpo, no ritmo da nossa música ainda em fase de composição.       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Luan Fernando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211510457284623055-336766017279002139?l=sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/feeds/336766017279002139/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211510457284623055&amp;postID=336766017279002139" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/336766017279002139?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/336766017279002139?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/2011/09/730-dias.html" title="730 Dias" /><author><name>Luan Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141406646418850739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="19" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qau5fTBxloY/TVxaQOgv9LI/AAAAAAAAC5I/r4f_A_CRKYg/s220/DSC04711%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-UzFgijrKv6c/Tnzj_MCsAVI/AAAAAAAADKM/m2wf7hcIDQw/s72-c/730%252520Dias_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUCQ347eSp7ImA9WhdaFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211510457284623055.post-8603172173152757442</id><published>2011-09-23T17:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T20:11:02.001-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-24T20:11:02.001-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amor" /><title>Juliane</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-40qYi0pZgRc/TnzpOzCHvtI/AAAAAAAADKg/IsMhFQ-8p50/s1600-h/Heart_by_dae_mon1%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="Heart_by_dae_mon1" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Kb6HNRirEuM/TnzpRIwvvxI/AAAAAAAADKk/dSviCNvwevU/Heart_by_dae_mon1_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; float: left; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="Heart_by_dae_mon1" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Janela aberta trazendo seu encanto para dentro de casa.       &lt;br /&gt;Ultimamente ando pensando em deixar meus medos.       &lt;br /&gt;Linda é a vontade de mudar.       &lt;br /&gt;Ia até o fim do mundo para provar tudo por você.       &lt;br /&gt;Amo seu sorriso, seu beijo e até seu mal humor.       &lt;br /&gt;Nada mudará o que sinto.       &lt;br /&gt;E lembre-se disso, agora e sempre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Faz dois anos hoje, desde daquela noite que nossas mãos ficaram dadas pela primeira vez de infinitas vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Escrito por Luan Fernando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211510457284623055-8603172173152757442?l=sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/feeds/8603172173152757442/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211510457284623055&amp;postID=8603172173152757442" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/8603172173152757442?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/8603172173152757442?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/2011/09/juliane.html" title="Juliane" /><author><name>Luan Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141406646418850739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="19" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qau5fTBxloY/TVxaQOgv9LI/AAAAAAAAC5I/r4f_A_CRKYg/s220/DSC04711%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Kb6HNRirEuM/TnzpRIwvvxI/AAAAAAAADKk/dSviCNvwevU/s72-c/Heart_by_dae_mon1_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EMSX4yeip7ImA9WhdaFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211510457284623055.post-2784131092757539464</id><published>2011-09-15T20:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T20:34:48.092-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-24T20:34:48.092-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Esperança" /><title>Preto e Branco</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-hp6p4QjLHVo/TnKNRSVgZuI/AAAAAAAADJI/ZEd9-rno7Ok/s1600-h/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1%25255B9%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1" border="0" height="220" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-bN5Qw0EBwHg/TnKNVXssDvI/AAAAAAAADJM/F8GmIv7uEjk/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; float: left; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;Nossa vida é uma quebra-cabeça, nossas peças se misturam, tentamos encaixar sem saber ao certo se temos em mãos a escolha certa, mas continuamos mesmo assim, nossos erros serão os acertos na próxima.      &lt;br /&gt;Durante a noite dormimos, sonhando com nosso desejo da manhã seguinte.       &lt;br /&gt;Durante o dia caminhamos, muitas vezes na direção traçado, nesse momento conquistamos nossas vidas pelo nosso suor, dedicação, e até nossa paixão. Nas outras ocasiões entramos em uma trilha desconhecida, por muitos ela é chamada de ‘amor’, talvez seja a única coisa desse universo que pode trazer felicidade ou nos levar a mais cruel dor que humano por sofrer. Nunca saberemos, e nunca vamos ter certeza de um sentimento tão verdadeiro. Tão poderoso, tão perigoso.       &lt;br /&gt;O ódio e a paixão caminham com mão dadas, elas brincam ao decorrer de nossos minutos, mudando com tanta frequência que perdemos controle de nós mesmos. Sem saber como prosseguir, deixamos as lágrimas nos dominarem.       &lt;br /&gt;Tento refletir, tendo concluir, mas nunca seremos tão bons em controlar nossas emoções, caso um dia isso aconteça, tenha certeza que não somos mais seres humanos, seremos apenas um simples ser vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luan Fernando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211510457284623055-2784131092757539464?l=sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/feeds/2784131092757539464/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211510457284623055&amp;postID=2784131092757539464" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/2784131092757539464?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211510457284623055/posts/default/2784131092757539464?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sentimento-padrao.blogspot.com/2011/09/preto-e-branco.html" title="Preto e Branco" /><author><name>Luan Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12141406646418850739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="19" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qau5fTBxloY/TVxaQOgv9LI/AAAAAAAAC5I/r4f_A_CRKYg/s220/DSC04711%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-bN5Qw0EBwHg/TnKNVXssDvI/AAAAAAAADJM/F8GmIv7uEjk/s72-c/White_And_Black_by_david_plus_1_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

