<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>sinceridades</title><description></description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</managingEditor><pubDate>Sun, 8 Sep 2024 00:31:55 -0300</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><item><title>Fim do blog.</title><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2011/04/fim-do-blog.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2011 02:35:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-7514671808598370382</guid><description>Leitores lindos da minha vida, abandonei o blog (acho que vocês perceberam), porque ultimamente esotu usando o Tumblr, lá eu faço minhas postagens, e também tem as postagens daqui do blog. Obrigada pela atenção.&lt;br /&gt;
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Meu Tumblr é esse&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://0bsessiion.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://0bsessiion.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;agradeço quem quiser seguir, ou quer sempre estar olhando. ♥</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item><item><title>O amor</title><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-amor.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 3 Mar 2011 19:50:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-4302056762313769936</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkwloOgSRsw5AhJexvOxbjiZ8NWpRXcgn3h3YH329L1OKtxhpmtQbfl1aSbjePbgwwXLt5UMBaK-Uiqcqp_XgVhza_sz8cerps8mrYxLe97mEwMZZCSfYyjxHAltmiZjYX_M-1oUdpxf0/s1600/tumblr_l0qk6sxF1x1qaensko1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkwloOgSRsw5AhJexvOxbjiZ8NWpRXcgn3h3YH329L1OKtxhpmtQbfl1aSbjePbgwwXLt5UMBaK-Uiqcqp_XgVhza_sz8cerps8mrYxLe97mEwMZZCSfYyjxHAltmiZjYX_M-1oUdpxf0/s200/tumblr_l0qk6sxF1x1qaensko1_400.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;O amor é a coisa mais&amp;nbsp;difícil&amp;nbsp;de se explicar, sabe porque? Porque o amor se sente e não se explica. É algo tão bom quando é correspondido pela pessoa&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;certa&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;e tão ruim quando é pela pessoa errada que nos apaixonamos. Com o amor a gente sofre a gente se alegra, a gente sorri a gente chora... Não dá pra entender.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkwloOgSRsw5AhJexvOxbjiZ8NWpRXcgn3h3YH329L1OKtxhpmtQbfl1aSbjePbgwwXLt5UMBaK-Uiqcqp_XgVhza_sz8cerps8mrYxLe97mEwMZZCSfYyjxHAltmiZjYX_M-1oUdpxf0/s72-c/tumblr_l0qk6sxF1x1qaensko1_400.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item><item><title/><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-dia-vou-ser-feliz-sem-voce.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 2 Mar 2011 16:09:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-4641078556913135472</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lg7vyhflRK1qajmc9o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lg7vyhflRK1qajmc9o1_500.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um dia vou ser feliz sem você.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item><item><title>Traição</title><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2011/02/traicao.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Feb 2011 17:32:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-5949413978850975084</guid><description>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_33sJcVudM-CtaGvlw1afEeWiYdOMnTKBQz2CAGmfOXIGxOXoUTGiSsh7OQCLb2-42xfHA9tdpTimbPVwrqHxhg64mdBRKSQJQXf7cRmceIT-tnrZHhrUlSrumh229NY_nX9yDVaGGs/s400/trai%C3%A7ao6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_33sJcVudM-CtaGvlw1afEeWiYdOMnTKBQz2CAGmfOXIGxOXoUTGiSsh7OQCLb2-42xfHA9tdpTimbPVwrqHxhg64mdBRKSQJQXf7cRmceIT-tnrZHhrUlSrumh229NY_nX9yDVaGGs/s200/trai%C3%A7ao6.jpg" width="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Traição é cometida por pessoas idiotas que não sabe o quanto irão machucar a outra pessoa. Quem trai não merece uma segunda chance, na minha opinião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_33sJcVudM-CtaGvlw1afEeWiYdOMnTKBQz2CAGmfOXIGxOXoUTGiSsh7OQCLb2-42xfHA9tdpTimbPVwrqHxhg64mdBRKSQJQXf7cRmceIT-tnrZHhrUlSrumh229NY_nX9yDVaGGs/s72-c/trai%C3%A7ao6.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item><item><title>Tento</title><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2011/02/tento.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 19 Feb 2011 00:18:00 -0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-7457271392043942908</guid><description>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_le6ztlmeMJ1qeaaapo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_le6ztlmeMJ1qeaaapo1_500.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tento esconder minhas lágrimas, tento esconder meu sofrimento, tento esconder meus sentimentos, mas as vezes não dá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item><item><title>Estranho</title><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2011/02/estranho.html</link><pubDate>Mon, 14 Feb 2011 17:12:00 -0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-6945566658461875270</guid><description>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lg9h9535n21qeyuefo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lg9h9535n21qeyuefo1_500.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;É estranho olhar para uma pessoa que antes você podia chamar de sua, e agora você não consegue olhar para aquela pessoa sem derramar uma lágrima.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item><item><title>Lágrimas</title><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2011/02/lagrimas.html</link><pubDate>Sun, 13 Feb 2011 15:21:00 -0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-1345702342384877359</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivNLk2q490E8TxcqfeKOFttUfpl0_aweJJP9yHMNt9Nc2hWoC9Bl4-6EYTNYelpecHOii7KRK74PMDc4agy68kkPVOOPBTw91AuZAOGodQlH5QBlRI28fCqG7FIryFwZiiSrBm40VXGr4/s1600/gota-de-amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivNLk2q490E8TxcqfeKOFttUfpl0_aweJJP9yHMNt9Nc2hWoC9Bl4-6EYTNYelpecHOii7KRK74PMDc4agy68kkPVOOPBTw91AuZAOGodQlH5QBlRI28fCqG7FIryFwZiiSrBm40VXGr4/s200/gota-de-amor.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Lágrimas, muitas vezes dizem muito mais do que palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivNLk2q490E8TxcqfeKOFttUfpl0_aweJJP9yHMNt9Nc2hWoC9Bl4-6EYTNYelpecHOii7KRK74PMDc4agy68kkPVOOPBTw91AuZAOGodQlH5QBlRI28fCqG7FIryFwZiiSrBm40VXGr4/s72-c/gota-de-amor.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item><item><title/><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-eu-sei-quantas-vezes-estive-perto-de.html</link><pubDate>Mon, 7 Feb 2011 18:32:00 -0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-3283559031696863915</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfpj9s1vYn1qdfy88o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfpj9s1vYn1qdfy88o1_500.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Só eu sei quantas vezes, estive perto de você tão prestes a dizer tudo. E me calei. Mais uma vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- ( Michelly Cuelda )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item><item><title>Admito ser estranha</title><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2011/02/admito-ser-estranha.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 5 Feb 2011 13:50:00 -0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-785373704692370317</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lg4lvjF9RP1qcpmgno1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lg4lvjF9RP1qcpmgno1_400.jpg" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Eu admito ser estranha. Falo sozinha, começo a cantar do nada, faço careta pro vento, ensaio caras e bocas na frente do espelho, faço meus concertos debaixo do chuveiro, coloco o volume no último quanto tô com fone no ouvido e canto mais alto que a música, encaro as pessoas no ônibus, tenho mania de perseguição, às vezes acho que o mundo me odeia, fico sem graça até pelo msn, experimento roupas, faço de conta que sou única e às vezes saio dançando pelo quarto. Mas foda-se, sou feliz assim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Bianca Mesquita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item><item><title>Meu erro</title><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2011/02/meu-erro.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 2 Feb 2011 18:20:00 -0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-4560075237149713320</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2545/4156448893_3c78c439a2_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="124" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2545/4156448893_3c78c439a2_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;O meu erro foi crer que estar ao seu lado bastaria (8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2545/4156448893_3c78c439a2_t.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item><item><title>Só preciso...</title><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-preciso.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 28 Jan 2011 17:32:00 -0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-7956618190445874493</guid><description>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_legveb9rM51qeo02vo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_legveb9rM51qeo02vo1_500.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Só preciso de comida, água, oxigênio para sobreviver, e não de você. Estou bem melhor sem você, agora deixa eu viver minha vida em paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item><item><title>Adorar</title><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2011/01/adorar.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2011 16:19:00 -0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-2267506123552752569</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://brunabarievillo.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/let_it_snow_3_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://brunabarievillo.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/let_it_snow_3_b.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Eu adoro você, sabe porque? Porque eu aprendi que "adorar" é mais &lt;i&gt;intenso&lt;/i&gt; do que "amar".&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item><item><title>Eu quero é ser feliz.</title><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-quero-e-ser-feliz.html</link><pubDate>Sun, 26 Dec 2010 02:13:00 -0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-8318646992398722119</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4142/4824951831_e0b1492df8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4142/4824951831_e0b1492df8.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;E de agora em diante vai ser assim, nao vou me preocupar com nada, vou ser feliz, se der tempo fazer alguém feliz. Não vou me preocupar com amor, não vou me preocupar com cara vagabundo nenhum que faz a gente sofrer. Eu quero é ser feliz, e mais nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4142/4824951831_e0b1492df8_t.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item><item><title>Deus</title><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2010/12/deus-eu-te-amo-mais-do-que-tudo-nesta.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 22 Dec 2010 23:27:00 -0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-8185557575650618585</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mensagensvirtuais.xpg.com.br/cartoes/uploads/bbsorriso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.mensagensvirtuais.xpg.com.br/cartoes/uploads/bbsorriso.jpg" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Deus, eu te amo mais do que tudo nesta vida. Te devo tudo o que consegui na minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item><item><title>Não me deixe partir</title><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2010/12/nao-me-deixe-partir.html</link><pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2010 09:55:00 -0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-2191856402537873952</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4016/4532284547_cd657012c2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4016/4532284547_cd657012c2.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;E quando você me ter, não me deixe partir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4016/4532284547_cd657012c2_t.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item><item><title>Meu coração é seu</title><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2010/12/meu-coracao-e-seu.html</link><pubDate>Sun, 19 Dec 2010 12:14:00 -0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-5666366637602574314</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sp4.fotolog.com.br/photo/36/52/5/xakal84/1253490359931_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://sp4.fotolog.com.br/photo/36/52/5/xakal84/1253490359931_f.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Pegue, ele pertence a você. Você ganhou ele pelo o que você é. Agora cuide do meu coração como jamais cuidou de outra coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item><item><title>Como assim?</title><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2010/12/como-assim.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 15 Dec 2010 19:21:00 -0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-560020221350008006</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://azsantos.zip.net/images/IMG_3442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://azsantos.zip.net/images/IMG_3442.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando a gente ama não importa idade, sexo, cor, altura, peso... o que realmente importa é o amor. Quando a gente se amava, você me dizia as coisas mais lindas que já ouvi e fazia coisas lindas por mim. De repente você me esquece, diz que sou muito nova, e que espera eu crescer. COMO ASSIM? Do nada vem me falar isso? Agora eu fico sofrendo como uma boba por você. Mas o tempo vai passar, eu vou crescer e você vai se arrepender.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item><item><title>Não te culpo...</title><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2010/12/nao-te-culpo.html</link><pubDate>Sun, 12 Dec 2010 13:48:00 -0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-7107673961272808956</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvxroPsno0ula4MAchcWxmvtH4WoYL9gG7aH8GTH5BidI9ejrF4a1G3Eui4Q_O5hydEu7Q9_ErpfbBV7hx52tXOCIzl0EZ6BAHTe-3whyeqclViTa28HmQggOUcUtxB0-Vci0qOFaOpx4/s1600/1269803569453_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvxroPsno0ula4MAchcWxmvtH4WoYL9gG7aH8GTH5BidI9ejrF4a1G3Eui4Q_O5hydEu7Q9_ErpfbBV7hx52tXOCIzl0EZ6BAHTe-3whyeqclViTa28HmQggOUcUtxB0-Vci0qOFaOpx4/s200/1269803569453_f.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não te culpo por não me amar, mas também não tenho culpa de amar você tanto assim. A gente só pode amar uma pessoa de cada vez, e não quero ser uma segunda o&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;pção p&lt;/span&gt;ra você. Quando a gente ama uma pessoa, a gente quer acima de tudo que ela seja feliz, mesmo não sendo com você.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvxroPsno0ula4MAchcWxmvtH4WoYL9gG7aH8GTH5BidI9ejrF4a1G3Eui4Q_O5hydEu7Q9_ErpfbBV7hx52tXOCIzl0EZ6BAHTe-3whyeqclViTa28HmQggOUcUtxB0-Vci0qOFaOpx4/s72-c/1269803569453_f.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item><item><title>Amigo cachorro</title><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2010/12/amigo-cachorro.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 10 Dec 2010 15:28:00 -0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-1214128484298207916</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.belasmensagens.com.br/mensagens/imagens/cachorro_dormindo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" src="http://www.belasmensagens.com.br/mensagens/imagens/cachorro_dormindo.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nada melhor do que a confiança e a companhia de um cão. Nada melhor do que ter um cachorro como melhor amigo. Cachorro é fiel, cachorro não pensa na vingança. Depois de você bater em seu cão, ele vai lamber seus pés pedindo desculpas. Cuide do seu cachorro como se ele fosse o mais precioso diamante do mundo. Nos últimos momentos da vida dele, fique com ele, seja forte e não o abandone na hora que ele mais precisa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item><item><title>Vou fugir</title><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2010/12/vou-fugir.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 8 Dec 2010 22:34:00 -0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-7131852444696825770</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.olhares.com/data/big/253/2537973.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://i.olhares.com/data/big/253/2537973.jpg" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Vou fugir pra bem longe. Vou pra onde ninguém irá procurar, ninguém vai me achar. Vou ficar lá por um bom tempo, pensar na minha vida, pensar nas coisa que fiz de errado e também nas coisa boas que fiz. Vou chorar escondido por quem merece e por quem não merece uma gota de choro também. Vou ficar por lá até quando eu quiser, ou até quando me encontrarem. Mais minha maior vontade era de fugir, e ir te encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item><item><title>Fim do mundo é te perder</title><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2010/12/fim-do-mundo-e-te-perder.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 4 Dec 2010 22:31:00 -0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-2370560129464934698</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1oyVecHdd0qPTm3-54_O2FBNjCH9i30XgDaVjAZ_AEwNLv9WB-SRHdXF-Oql-LTM09rBbQbkXSf9Nsc7b6F0oMEVnuLXI3z4rtK1VpgeuOiwBg-f3gc_BPzHJbLo8-8hhSJJg9t44vuBn/s1600/3755717689_7845ddea1f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1oyVecHdd0qPTm3-54_O2FBNjCH9i30XgDaVjAZ_AEwNLv9WB-SRHdXF-Oql-LTM09rBbQbkXSf9Nsc7b6F0oMEVnuLXI3z4rtK1VpgeuOiwBg-f3gc_BPzHJbLo8-8hhSJJg9t44vuBn/s200/3755717689_7845ddea1f.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quando você me abraçou meu mundo girou devagar e eu queria fazer o tempo parar, queria fazer akele momento se eternizar. Em você encontrei tudo que eu sempre quis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quando estou com você, sinto meu mundo acabar. Perco o chão sob meus pés, me falta o ar pra respirar e só de pensar em te perder para sempre.. Eu sei que isso é o fim do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1oyVecHdd0qPTm3-54_O2FBNjCH9i30XgDaVjAZ_AEwNLv9WB-SRHdXF-Oql-LTM09rBbQbkXSf9Nsc7b6F0oMEVnuLXI3z4rtK1VpgeuOiwBg-f3gc_BPzHJbLo8-8hhSJJg9t44vuBn/s72-c/3755717689_7845ddea1f.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item><item><title>Não posso</title><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2010/12/nao-posso.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 1 Dec 2010 10:22:00 -0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-7190079005097562648</guid><description>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i26.tinypic.com/qrxk55.jpg/nmcgo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://i26.tinypic.com/qrxk55.jpg/nmcgo1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não posso dormir que sonho com você. Não posso fechar os olhos que vejo você. Não posso olhar pro meu passado porque nele só tem você. Não posso pensar no futuro porque eu vou querer você nele. Não posso sorrir que lembro de todas as vezes que juntos sorrimos. Não posso chorar porque meu&amp;nbsp;único&amp;nbsp;motivo de chorar é você. Não consigo fazer alguma coisa que não me lembre você, eu só penso em você e em mais ninguém.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item><item><title>Arrependimento</title><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2010/11/arrependimento.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 27 Nov 2010 11:20:00 -0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-8248738231421679148</guid><description>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i33.tinypic.com/2ywabfn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="134" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2ywabfn.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Passei grande parte da minha vida se arrependendo do que fiz. Naquele momento, eu só queria estar feliz, não importava no que ia dar. Então eu fiz. No momento foi uma coisa&amp;nbsp;inexplicável, uma coisa que eu sempre sonhei. Depois disso, nada na minha vida continuou a ser como antes, tinha dado tudo errado. Me arrependi. Agora parei para pensar. Percebi que o que eu fiz me fez feliz. Não vou me arrepender pelo que fiz, e sim pelo o que eu queria ter feito e não fiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://i33.tinypic.com/2ywabfn_th.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item><item><title>Não existe "para sempre"</title><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2010/11/nao-existe-para-sempre.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 24 Nov 2010 18:49:00 -0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-2722386653880016742</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOF77pKdETwbBYZStDBh7ZWx3LuiIPohxMj7ZXaAdqxFSZ5e8BwVf5ERnyrZPyMFrmUheFAXSVRyWWgS0zHWZ5uZ-jXnsvbs9AN-InFd786ZUsaCu48f0TMX5CQJIOm4PkB4MvohtOIo8/s1600/e9fbdac6c06f1813fed29718f50752b90e31211e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOF77pKdETwbBYZStDBh7ZWx3LuiIPohxMj7ZXaAdqxFSZ5e8BwVf5ERnyrZPyMFrmUheFAXSVRyWWgS0zHWZ5uZ-jXnsvbs9AN-InFd786ZUsaCu48f0TMX5CQJIOm4PkB4MvohtOIo8/s200/e9fbdac6c06f1813fed29718f50752b90e31211e.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Era uma vez uma menina que acreditava no felizes para sempre.Então um dia ela se apaixonou por um menino que também se apaixonou por ela. Ela vivia dizendo que seria para sempre. Passaram dias e meses, e essa menina foi se decepcionando com esse menino. Essa menina estava com falta de toda a atenção que ele dava para ela. O amor entre eles acabaram, e o para sempre também. Depois disso essa menina descobriu que o felizes para sempre acaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOF77pKdETwbBYZStDBh7ZWx3LuiIPohxMj7ZXaAdqxFSZ5e8BwVf5ERnyrZPyMFrmUheFAXSVRyWWgS0zHWZ5uZ-jXnsvbs9AN-InFd786ZUsaCu48f0TMX5CQJIOm4PkB4MvohtOIo8/s72-c/e9fbdac6c06f1813fed29718f50752b90e31211e.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item><item><title>Acreditei, me iludi</title><link>http://sinceridadesdomundo.blogspot.com/2010/11/acreditei-me-iludi.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 20 Nov 2010 11:25:00 -0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9000314612336183407.post-2375709618927340062</guid><description>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sp0.fotolog.com/photo/16/36/9/adrianafranca/1274290730787_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="http://sp0.fotolog.com/photo/16/36/9/adrianafranca/1274290730787_f.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Parabéns, você conseguiu. Você fez com que eu me apaixonasse por você. Você disse que me amava, você disse que era apaixonado por mim. Acreditei. Agora você não quer mais nada comigo. E eu, como fico? Meu coração sofre em saber que mais uma vez eu me iludi. Eu só queria que dessa vez fosse real. Eu realmente achei que daria tudo certo. Pois é, nada na minha vida está dando certo. Vou tentar te esquecer, vou tentar se feliz sozinha, vou tentar reconstruir minha vida sozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariana Sacchi)</author></item></channel></rss>