<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757</id><updated>2012-04-18T05:53:17.017-03:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO YOU ARE?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-3817127179109832051</id><published>2012-04-18T04:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-04-18T04:14:01.569-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Eae gente, depois de um bom tempo sem postar nada, tamos ai ner :) vim fala sobre o q anda acontecendo muito, entre muitas pessoas:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;''O MEDO!''&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BHQgXZ8E7VM/T45percve9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/psh9cvGYRZc/s1600/tumblr_laelpgkDtR1qbom07o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BHQgXZ8E7VM/T45percve9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/psh9cvGYRZc/s320/tumblr_laelpgkDtR1qbom07o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O medo de amar, o medo de perder,o medo de expressar seus sentimentos, o medo de se machucar novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Todos tem um pouquinho de incerteza, insegurança, ainda mais com aquela pessoa pra lá de especial não ér? E esse medo de perder, faz com que a gente se sinta fraca, fragil, e esse medo, faz com que a gente seja ignorante com aquele alguem importante, não ér? e ela ainda faz questão de provocar, sabendo que vc tem ciúmes, acha que ér fofo, mas não ér bem assim, a pessoa que fica com aquele ciume fica mal, vem uma raiva imensamente de tudo e de todos, e quando acha que ta ficando com ódio da pessoa, ai esse ódio passa, e vc fica mais boba ainda, mais apaixonada.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Por mais que a gente tente não ter ciumes, nem medo, a gente tem! Pode confiar, mas igual não,adianta, Por mais que a gente ame, confie, sempre vai te aquele ciuminho bobo...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quantas vezes vc não quis matar algum amiguinho de seu ou sua namorada? ou até mesmo amiguinhos de amigos, pra ter ciúmes não precisa só ser de namorados, tem a amizade tambem, aquele medo que alguem vai tirar seu melhor amigo do seu caminho...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mas vc pode ter certeza, que se esse amor ou amigo for verdadeiro, nada e ninguem vai tira-lo de vc. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O QUE ÉR VERDADEIRO SEMPRE PERMANECE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2273649416142967757-3817127179109832051?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/3817127179109832051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=3817127179109832051' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/3817127179109832051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/3817127179109832051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2012/04/medo.html' title='Medo!'/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BHQgXZ8E7VM/T45percve9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/psh9cvGYRZc/s72-c/tumblr_laelpgkDtR1qbom07o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-7671160437025546456</id><published>2011-12-27T18:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T18:40:04.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o Amor tem o lado bom e o lado ruim , o bom eh qe o amor toca no coração das pessoas, qdo vc ama e é correspondido, qdo o amor muda alguem pra melhor, o lado ruiim é quando vc ama e não é correspondido , qdo vc ama uma pessoa e ela simplesmente te ignora , nao se importa com vc , e faaz de tudo pra ver vc sofrer...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Opior é qdo vc sofre em silencio e ninguem percebe =/ mas o ruim mesmo é qdo vc deseja aquela pessoa , qér beijar, abraçar, ficar junto todo moment, em todo lugar, mas nao pode , qto mais não essa pessoa diz, mais vc qér, mais vc deseja... Vc se humilha, e a pessoa &amp;nbsp;não dá a minima ... :S&lt;br /&gt;Eu já nao do muita fé, eu sinto mas nao demostro, já me magoei de mais =/ mas ja to me acostumando...&lt;br /&gt;Como eu qeria NÃO ter coração&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2273649416142967757-7671160437025546456?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/7671160437025546456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=7671160437025546456' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/7671160437025546456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/7671160437025546456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-amor-tem-o-lado-bom-e-o-lado-ruim-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-5052113398899480350</id><published>2011-12-02T01:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T18:24:11.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>P0r onde eh qe eu vo começa? aa ja sei, vo começa pela parte qe vc nao nasceu perfeito, isso eh obvio, e otra tu nao nasceu pra agrada qalqer vadiazinha ou viadinho, vc tem qe ser vc mesmo, feia bonita seca gorda, nao importa, por mais estranha feia qe seja, sempre tem alguem qe vai corre de atras... melhor ser feia do qe se vagaba nao é?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2273649416142967757-5052113398899480350?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/5052113398899480350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=5052113398899480350' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/5052113398899480350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/5052113398899480350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-7133820877726603829</id><published>2011-11-21T23:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T04:35:36.432-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Boom... por onde podemos começar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dJR1Vr3sUbk/TssO2ENBmAI/AAAAAAAAAS0/OsDdfRSr0Ew/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dJR1Vr3sUbk/TssO2ENBmAI/AAAAAAAAAS0/OsDdfRSr0Ew/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sabe quando voce tem algo intalado na garganta , louca pra falar tudo o que pensa, abrir o seu coração? Pois é eu to sentindo isso agora, mas falta coragem para fazer isso não é?&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;É horrivel qdo vc gosta de alguem e essa pessoa simplesmente te ignora, como vc foc invisivel, te apaga da mémoria facil facil...Ou até mesmo goste de outra pessoa menos de vc... mas temos qe nos conformar , afinal ninguem é perfeito , vc nao pode mandar nos sentimentos dos outros, sendo qe nem os seus sentimentos vc consegue controlar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iplNoq8XPWM/TssO28tC_AI/AAAAAAAAAS8/IjaLMcqrGcs/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iplNoq8XPWM/TssO28tC_AI/AAAAAAAAAS8/IjaLMcqrGcs/s200/images.jpg" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Se tratando de sentimentos, o negócio é bem mais delicado, vc nao qér qe ninguem fiqe com vc por dó ou pena, vc qér ficar com alguem qe te aceite como vc é... Não tendo vergonha de vc qerendo te esconder dos outros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quantas vezes vc tentou nao iludir e acabo se iludindo?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quantas vezes vc sorriu sendo qe qeria chorar?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quantas vezes vc ficou bobinha qdo viu aqele alguem especial?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quantas vezes vc quis aqilo qe nao pode ter?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quantas vezes , antes de dormir vc ficou imaginando o qe dizer pra certo alguem? e chegou a hra de falar e simplesmente trava tudo... comoo vc apertasse o botão de &lt;i&gt;delete ?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não é verdade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Então é deixar livre, se voltar é pq conquistou, mas se não voltar conforme-se!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Tente ser Feliz...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By : @Mary_snts *----*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2273649416142967757-7133820877726603829?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/7133820877726603829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=7133820877726603829' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/7133820877726603829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/7133820877726603829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2011/11/boom.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dJR1Vr3sUbk/TssO2ENBmAI/AAAAAAAAAS0/OsDdfRSr0Ew/s72-c/images+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-7673840520632865028</id><published>2011-10-18T02:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T02:15:09.032-03:00</updated><title type='text'>(Descobri q sou idiota).</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBT2SlvBE0/TQlMCtoB3pI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NV-ZX4wvr0M/s1600/amor-odio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBT2SlvBE0/TQlMCtoB3pI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NV-ZX4wvr0M/s320/amor-odio.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;hj em dia ser idiota é previlégio Os idiotas de hj são aqueles que conseguem sorrir msmo quando a dor aperta. São aqueles que ainda dizem eu te amo nos olhos, que valorizam abraços e gostam de andar de mãos dadas. Idiotas são aqueles q creem em um sentimento sincero, que ainda esperam encontrar um amor perfeito, que escrevem e leem poemas e que mandam flores... Idiotas são romanticos, no sentido mas meloso da palavra, mas naum se envergonham disso. Idiota é aquele que pede desculpas msmo sem ter errado...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2273649416142967757-7673840520632865028?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/7673840520632865028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=7673840520632865028' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/7673840520632865028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/7673840520632865028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2011/10/descobri-q-sou-idiota.html' title='(Descobri q sou idiota).'/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmBT2SlvBE0/TQlMCtoB3pI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NV-ZX4wvr0M/s72-c/amor-odio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-277868243866083577</id><published>2011-10-18T02:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-04-18T05:43:35.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeu jeitoo de seer'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e0e0e; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;humanitaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intuitiva&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excentrica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;extravagante&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;Trata-se da liberdade de pensamento. Sou da originalidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;da inventividade, da modernidade - do olhar voltado para o futuro, para o que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;pode vir a ser.Sou aquela amiga, super inteligente, que vive criando projetos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;para uma situação que irá ocorrer láaa no futuro.A minha personalidade, é essencialmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;contraditória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JXPEYWTeqqM/T4yVWeymd4I/AAAAAAAAAVY/y38Eq4dZkag/s1600/asdasd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JXPEYWTeqqM/T4yVWeymd4I/AAAAAAAAAVY/y38Eq4dZkag/s320/asdasd.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lL4HSjLs7nA/Tp0IltO8DMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/0TGbAdJVW3c/s1600/100_4942.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;Sou rebelde e conservadora, reservada e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;excêntrica, serena e nervosa.&amp;nbsp;Sua vida anda sem graça ? me leve&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;para sua casa.. eu não paro&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;nunca.&amp;nbsp;Sempre estou revolucionando, inventando novidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;efetuando reformas ou mudanças no meio social.Sou essencialmente pensadora, a mente sempre funcionando em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;ritmo acelerado.Daí que com frequência são estabanados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;Precisam andar com as mãos pra trás&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- quebro copos, derrubo objetos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;SOU DESASTRADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;Livre, leve e solta faço amizade com todo mundo. Tenho a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;capacidade de descobrir o foco interessante de qualquer sêr humano.&amp;nbsp;Do mais humilde ao poderoso - a quem irá tratar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;sem cerimônias.&amp;nbsp;Eu adoro derrubar máscaras de personalidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;Amizade para mim é um prazer natural sem compromissos .&amp;nbsp;Gosto mesmo é de amizades coloridas, onde o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;enroscar amoroso faça parte da gostosa aventura de conhecer pessoas novas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;Quando quero seduzir, Sou fantástica com as palavras.&amp;nbsp;Irei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;dizer tudo que vc deseja ouvir.&amp;nbsp;Mas lembre-se: não passa de gostosa brincadeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;descompromissada.Mas quando estou tomada pela&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;paixão - quero casar. Simples assim.Casar, juntar - é tudo igual.&amp;nbsp;HAHA’ #atéparecené&amp;nbsp;Respeite a minha liberdade e terá uma pessoa leal ao seu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;By: @Mary_snts '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2273649416142967757-277868243866083577?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/277868243866083577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=277868243866083577' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/277868243866083577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/277868243866083577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2011/10/trata-se-da-liberdade-de-pensamento.html' title='Meeu jeitoo de seer&apos;'/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JXPEYWTeqqM/T4yVWeymd4I/AAAAAAAAAVY/y38Eq4dZkag/s72-c/asdasd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-6289628926834424979</id><published>2011-09-23T01:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T01:04:30.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNEqnhRZD7k/TnwAMyKApjI/AAAAAAAAAOk/R8xfkW7X5ss/s1600/100_4724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNEqnhRZD7k/TnwAMyKApjI/AAAAAAAAAOk/R8xfkW7X5ss/s640/100_4724.JPG" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div class="cor_2" id="cabecalho" style="padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 140px; padding-right: 295px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 20px;"&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #ff6600; font-size: 17.5pt; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 26px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; text-shadow: rgb(236, 236, 236) 0px 1px 0px; text-transform: none;"&gt;Eu Tô Solteiro, Tô Feliz&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #b7b700; font-size: 13.5pt; letter-spacing: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/garota-safada/" id="identificador_artista" style="color: #b7b700; font-size: 13.5pt; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none;"&gt;Garota Safada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="main_cnt" style="height: auto !important; margin-left: 140px; min-height: 619px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; position: relative; width: 683px; z-index: 3;"&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra" style="font-size: 13px; height: auto !important; line-height: 1.5; min-height: 260px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-right: 400px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Eu to solteiro e to feliz&lt;br /&gt;To sorrindo atoa&lt;br /&gt;To do jeito que sempre quis&lt;br /&gt;Mas que vida boa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Depois de muito tempo acorrentado&lt;br /&gt;Me bateu uma vontade louca de se divertir&lt;br /&gt;Sair, reencontrar velhos amigos, Passear tomar um chopp&lt;br /&gt;Relaxar e me distrair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Curtir a minha liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Agora to solteiro, resolvi pensar em mim&lt;br /&gt;Já tava mesmo com saudade&lt;br /&gt;Da minha adolescência, quero mais é ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Por isso to de boa, to do jeito que sempre quis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Eu to solteiro e to feliz&lt;br /&gt;To sorrindo atoa&lt;br /&gt;To do jeito que sempre quis&lt;br /&gt;Mas que vida boa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2273649416142967757-6289628926834424979?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/6289628926834424979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=6289628926834424979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/6289628926834424979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/6289628926834424979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-to-solteiro-to-feliz-garota-safada.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNEqnhRZD7k/TnwAMyKApjI/AAAAAAAAAOk/R8xfkW7X5ss/s72-c/100_4724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-6245698813133431074</id><published>2011-08-15T23:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T03:05:19.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#PCatatau 1.8 anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8cQyR-17Kbg/Tknj5VgP_uI/AAAAAAAAANg/HtjbyAZR-_I/s1600/PQAAAJ0cNeZQ96w69OESGKo-y86IK-oPzYZjAhUclim0ucilcD34dAK_BKzSc2BOnMjKEA9LCdK7613YCOYJnLWBwn4Am1T1UAm9lQ8C5wsoWOnpCsA4gP6VTxX5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8cQyR-17Kbg/Tknj5VgP_uI/AAAAAAAAANg/HtjbyAZR-_I/s320/PQAAAJ0cNeZQ96w69OESGKo-y86IK-oPzYZjAhUclim0ucilcD34dAK_BKzSc2BOnMjKEA9LCdK7613YCOYJnLWBwn4Am1T1UAm9lQ8C5wsoWOnpCsA4gP6VTxX5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f7f0e9; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma vez alguém me disse que era bom sentir saudades ...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vejo q a pessoa que falou isso nunca sentiu, realmente saudades de alguém, pois se tivesse sentido, não teria falado que é bom... pois a saudade dói muito dentro do peito...&lt;br /&gt;Quando sentimos saudades de quem amamos dói ... A saudade só é boa quando lembramos de coisas que já aconteceram, e se pudéssemos faríamos tudo de novo ...&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de amigos? FATO, todos temos, e é uma saudade muito boa também, pois se sentimos saudades de algum amigo, é porque ele realmente é verdadeiro ...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de alguém que já se foi? É a mais pura verdade, mas quando paramos pra pensar em alguma pessoa que já se foi, devemos pensar nela rindo, sendo feliz, fazendo o q gostava de fazer, sentir saudades sim dessa pessoa, mas ficar bem, pra que ela onde estiver veja que nos fez muito bem, e sempre que a gente para pra lembrar dela, sentir saudades, vejamos o quanto ela foi e é importante pra gente ...&lt;br /&gt;O bom mesmo da saudade é lembrar de tudo que foi bom, e poder chorar de felicidade, e pensar pq o tempo não volta? isso nos faz bem também, precisamos de todas essas coisas... O ruim mesmo é sentir saudades de uma pessoa q você vai demorar a ver, ou então nem pode ter ...Os ventos que as vezes tiram algo que amamos, são os mesmos que trazem  algo que aprendemos a amar.. Por isso não devemos chorar pelo que nos  foi tirado e sim,&lt;br /&gt;aprender a amar o que nos foi dado. Pois tudo aquilo que é realmente nosso, nunca se vai para sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sentimos saudade de certos momentos da nossa vida e de certos momentos de pessoas que passaram por ela.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Saudade é um sentimento que quando não cabe no coração, escorre pelos olhos.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f7f0e9; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Parabéns Catatau 1.8 =(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f7f0e9; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;By: Marii&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2273649416142967757-6245698813133431074?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/6245698813133431074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=6245698813133431074' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/6245698813133431074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/6245698813133431074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2011/08/pcatatau-18-anos.html' title='#PCatatau 1.8 anos'/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8cQyR-17Kbg/Tknj5VgP_uI/AAAAAAAAANg/HtjbyAZR-_I/s72-c/PQAAAJ0cNeZQ96w69OESGKo-y86IK-oPzYZjAhUclim0ucilcD34dAK_BKzSc2BOnMjKEA9LCdK7613YCOYJnLWBwn4Am1T1UAm9lQ8C5wsoWOnpCsA4gP6VTxX5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-4812279202567413825</id><published>2011-08-14T02:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T02:03:09.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paii*-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hj dia 14.08.11 , o dia dos Pais , o dia de abraçar, de dar presente, de beijar, de dar carinho,e principalmente falar EU TI AMO...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsAdaQ9hxrc/TkdkmLYs85I/AAAAAAAAANQ/WAb5BOf8YQg/s1600/PQAAAMMqPoVFOF_xYQ4-TieVd4nJA8hweuqEj6JCoJA8t4z_7JZhE_GJTJmrAAbdOMyzfV5sPdX_8_BHOsyWMJ_5CBsAm1T1UJXBMvFhj2-1GU_ynGIv1W4k7BM6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsAdaQ9hxrc/TkdkmLYs85I/AAAAAAAAANQ/WAb5BOf8YQg/s200/PQAAAMMqPoVFOF_xYQ4-TieVd4nJA8hweuqEj6JCoJA8t4z_7JZhE_GJTJmrAAbdOMyzfV5sPdX_8_BHOsyWMJ_5CBsAm1T1UJXBMvFhj2-1GU_ynGIv1W4k7BM6.jpg" width="108" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Temos qe agradecer tudo qe eles fazem por nós, Criar, educar, fazer e acontecer... Todo mundo sabe qe isso naum eh uma tarefa facil, eles são guerreiros...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TtdHoCx1YRE/TkdknmZxivI/AAAAAAAAANU/MyFcyzSQDm4/s1600/PQAAAKVwW3zHG6m69ENBXIPMpQvb2mx0qWeSRFcprJ4dNmCSrqFBKiUHb7-gIFYWDS5ReY9t71yte1fAeXcL2FsdjfAAm1T1UIZdzAZi9wyL1aQBB76tIhijCiCL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TtdHoCx1YRE/TkdknmZxivI/AAAAAAAAANU/MyFcyzSQDm4/s200/PQAAAKVwW3zHG6m69ENBXIPMpQvb2mx0qWeSRFcprJ4dNmCSrqFBKiUHb7-gIFYWDS5ReY9t71yte1fAeXcL2FsdjfAAm1T1UIZdzAZi9wyL1aQBB76tIhijCiCL.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Passe cada momento com ele, e com sua mae tbm pq ninguem sabe qdo o fim esta proximo,...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mesmo os pais qe nao estão presentes em corpo, eles estão em almaaa...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PAI AMOR ETERNO...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feliz Dia Dos Pais&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2273649416142967757-4812279202567413825?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/4812279202567413825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=4812279202567413825' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/4812279202567413825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/4812279202567413825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2011/08/paii.html' title='Paii*-*'/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsAdaQ9hxrc/TkdkmLYs85I/AAAAAAAAANQ/WAb5BOf8YQg/s72-c/PQAAAMMqPoVFOF_xYQ4-TieVd4nJA8hweuqEj6JCoJA8t4z_7JZhE_GJTJmrAAbdOMyzfV5sPdX_8_BHOsyWMJ_5CBsAm1T1UJXBMvFhj2-1GU_ynGIv1W4k7BM6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-1348279999858368817</id><published>2011-08-06T17:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T17:25:50.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>@Mary_snts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;@Mary_snts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/qjhVhi"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2273649416142967757-1348279999858368817?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/1348279999858368817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=1348279999858368817' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/1348279999858368817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/1348279999858368817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2011/08/marysnts.html' title='@Mary_snts'/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-2601462463451043428</id><published>2011-08-03T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T12:31:08.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-awblJ3draxk/Tjl3fZI3_jI/AAAAAAAAANI/6AqNEG1yrpE/s1600/100_3188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="337" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-awblJ3draxk/Tjl3fZI3_jI/AAAAAAAAANI/6AqNEG1yrpE/s400/100_3188.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Desculpe se vc nao pode fazer piadas sobre nós. Desculpe se somos naturais. Desculpe se somos mulheres sensuais, femininas e respeitadas. Desculpe, nao somos modinha. Desculpe mas temos muito mais que a cor do nosso cabelo. Desculpe se temos estilo e personalidade. Desculpe se somos inteligentes. Desculpe se os homens nos desejam e as mulheres nos invejam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2273649416142967757-2601462463451043428?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/2601462463451043428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=2601462463451043428' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/2601462463451043428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/2601462463451043428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2011/08/desculpe-se-vc-nao-pode-fazer-piadas.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-awblJ3draxk/Tjl3fZI3_jI/AAAAAAAAANI/6AqNEG1yrpE/s72-c/100_3188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-7662391981290011568</id><published>2011-06-17T13:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T01:09:27.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="font-family: 'Coming Soon'; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5604358335874572301" style="font-family: 'Coming Soon'; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 536px;"&gt;&lt;div class="fr0"&gt;“ Aprendi que eu não posso exigir o amor de ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso apenas dar boas razões para que gostem de mim e&lt;br /&gt;Ter paciência, para que a vida faça o resto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que não importa o quanto certas coisas sejam&lt;br /&gt;importantes para mim, tem gente que não dá a mínima&lt;br /&gt;e eu jamais conseguirei convencê-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que posso passar anos construindo uma verdade&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;e destruí-la em apenas alguns segundos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que posso usar o meu charme por apenas 15 minutos,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;depois disso, preciso saber do que estou falando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu aprendi...Que posso fazer algo em um minuto&lt;br /&gt;e ter que responder por isso o resto da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que por mais que se corte uma pão em fatias, esse&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;pão continua tendo duas faces, e o mesmo vale para&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que cortamos em nosso caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi... Que vai demorar muito para me transformar&lt;br /&gt;na pessoa que quero ser, e devo ter paciência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, aprendi também que posso ir além dos limites&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;que eu próprio coloquei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que preciso escolher entre controlar meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;ou ser controlado por eles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que os heróis são pessoas que fazem o que acham que devem&lt;br /&gt;fazer naquele momento, independentemente do medo que sente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que perdoar exige muita prática.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que há muita gente que gosta de mim, mas não consegue expressar isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi... Que nos momentos mais difíceis, a ajuda veio justamente&lt;br /&gt;daquela pessoa que eu achava que iria tentar piorar as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que posso ficar furioso, tenho o direito de me irritar, mas não&lt;br /&gt;tenho o direito de ser cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que jamais posso dizer a uma criança que seus sonhos são impossíveis,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;pois seria uma tragédia para o mundo se eu conseguisse convencê-la disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu aprendi que meu melhor amigo vai me machucar de vez em quando,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;e que eu tenho que me acostumar com isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não é o bastante ser perdoado pelos outros, eu preciso me perdoar primeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que, não importa o quanto meu coração esteja sofrendo, o mundo&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;não vai parar por causa disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu aprendi... Que as circunstâncias de minha infância são responsáveis&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;pelo que eu sou, mas não pelas escolhas que eu faço quando adulto;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que numa briga preciso escolher de que lado eu estou, mesmo&lt;br /&gt;quando não quero me envolver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que, quando duas pessoas discutem, não significa que elas se odeiem; e&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;quando duas pessoas não discutem não significa que elas se amem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que por mais que eu queira proteger os meus filhos, eles vão se&lt;br /&gt;machucar e eu também. Isso faz parte da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que a minha existência pode mudar para sempre, em poucas horas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0u4yA7bJqxY/TfuQEeQsHhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_ZC5jBJs824/s1600/mulher-triste_jpg.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0u4yA7bJqxY/TfuQEeQsHhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_ZC5jBJs824/s320/mulher-triste_jpg.png" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;por causa de gente que eu nunca vi antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi também que diplomas na parede não me fazem mais respeitável ou&lt;br /&gt;mais sábio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que as palavras de amor perdem o sentido, quando usadas sem critério.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que amigos não são apenas para guardar no fundo do peito, mas para&lt;br /&gt;mostrar que são amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que certas pessoas vão embora da nossa vida de qualquer maneira,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que desejemos retê-las para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0u4yA7bJqxY/TfuQEeQsHhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_ZC5jBJs824/s1600/mulher-triste_jpg.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Coming Soon'; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Aprendi, afinal, que é difícil traçar uma linha entre ser gentil,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Coming Soon'; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;não ferir as pessoas, e saber lutar pelas coisas em que acredito.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #c4c4c4; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2273649416142967757-7662391981290011568?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/7662391981290011568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=7662391981290011568' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/7662391981290011568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/7662391981290011568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2011/06/aprendi.html' title='Aprendi...'/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0u4yA7bJqxY/TfuQEeQsHhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_ZC5jBJs824/s72-c/mulher-triste_jpg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-1896751113417919466</id><published>2011-05-24T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T12:58:02.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Qtvx8oPIj4/TdvjByDcppI/AAAAAAAAALI/bKYwaqy8Ug0/s1600/100_2665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Qtvx8oPIj4/TdvjByDcppI/AAAAAAAAALI/bKYwaqy8Ug0/s320/100_2665.JPG" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-weight: 400; line-height: 28px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 12px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 10px; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ela tem cara de insuportável;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; line-height: 17px;"&gt;pose de metida e coração de criança. Ela é real. Ela vive com a cabeça na lua, com música nos ouvidos e coração na boca. Ela que tem defeitos, mas está sempre em busca da perfeição. Ela não sabe disfarçar. Ela se diverte até sozinha. Ela vai te amar mesmo te odiando. Ela é menina e mulher, ela sabe muito bem o que quer. Ela sorri bonito e deixa os outros querendo descobrir qual é o segredo que faz ela rir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2273649416142967757-1896751113417919466?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/1896751113417919466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=1896751113417919466' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/1896751113417919466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/1896751113417919466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2011/05/ela-tem-cara-de-insuportavel-pose-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Qtvx8oPIj4/TdvjByDcppI/AAAAAAAAALI/bKYwaqy8Ug0/s72-c/100_2665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-7995194347759051961</id><published>2011-05-01T03:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T03:36:27.245-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ceqFtm6i9h4/Tbz_C2gvnVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/TQCEXAbUdaI/s1600/confusa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ceqFtm6i9h4/Tbz_C2gvnVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/TQCEXAbUdaI/s320/confusa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Como eu posso decidir o que é certo?&lt;br /&gt;Quando você está confundindo minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo ganhar sua luta perdida todo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca vou possuir o que é meu&lt;br /&gt;Quando você sempre está tomando partido&lt;br /&gt;Você não tomará meu orgulho&lt;br /&gt;Não, não desta vez&lt;br /&gt;Não desta vez&lt;br /&gt;Como chegamos aqui?&lt;br /&gt;Eu costumava te conhecer tão bem&lt;br /&gt;Como chegamos aqui?&lt;br /&gt;Bem, eu acho que sei&lt;br /&gt;A verdade está escondida nos seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E está pendurada na sua língua&lt;br /&gt;Apenas fervendo no meu sangue&lt;br /&gt;Mas você acha que eu não consigo ver&lt;br /&gt;Que tipo de homem você é&lt;br /&gt;Se você é um homem, afinal de contas&lt;br /&gt;Bem, Eu vou entender por conta própria.&lt;br /&gt;(Eu estou gritando “Eu te amo tanto”, mas meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;você não pode decodificar)&lt;br /&gt;Como chegamos aqui?&lt;br /&gt;Eu costumava te conhecer tão bem&lt;br /&gt;Como chegamos aqui?&lt;br /&gt;Bem, eu acho que sei&lt;br /&gt;Você vê o que temos feito?&lt;br /&gt;Nós vamos nos fazer de bobos&lt;br /&gt;Você vê o que temos feito?&lt;br /&gt;Nós vamos nos fazer de bobos&lt;br /&gt;Como chegamos aqui?&lt;br /&gt;Eu costumava te conhecer tão bem&lt;br /&gt;Como chegamos aqui?&lt;br /&gt;Bem, eu costumava te conhecer tão bem&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que sei&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que sei&lt;br /&gt;Tem algo que eu vejo em você&lt;br /&gt;Isso pode me matar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero que seja verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (tradução decore paramore)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2273649416142967757-7995194347759051961?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/7995194347759051961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=7995194347759051961' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/7995194347759051961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/7995194347759051961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2011/05/como-eu-posso-decidir-o-que-e-certo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ceqFtm6i9h4/Tbz_C2gvnVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/TQCEXAbUdaI/s72-c/confusa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-5895746474140204595</id><published>2011-04-19T12:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T12:14:46.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b4CHMMXxIKw/Ta2mqwOQPwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DP4R4wpXEMc/s1600/OQAAANT7bn7SU_iZMp6Ix9hMUckVfGDxcpJ9hAhDCVvK-JwjND67ZugNh3XtA-2W_XozAfH5iGKNy-edUjkY6O6uW8UAm1T1UIkuYzQkqMFFhqXOppgWzrsqFNBX.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b4CHMMXxIKw/Ta2mqwOQPwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DP4R4wpXEMc/s200/OQAAANT7bn7SU_iZMp6Ix9hMUckVfGDxcpJ9hAhDCVvK-JwjND67ZugNh3XtA-2W_XozAfH5iGKNy-edUjkY6O6uW8UAm1T1UIkuYzQkqMFFhqXOppgWzrsqFNBX.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;eu mostroo a liingua faloo palavrãoo.eu te proteejo,te faço riir, e te enteendoo. eu faalo um monte de besteiira e adoroo qdo me escutam. seii amaar, seii ser amiiga, seii ser dee tudoo e maiis um pouco. Não eh atravees de palavras qe expresso o meuu amoo, eu diigo na verdaade nas ações. Eu soou maluuca, mas coom, mas voce se acoostuma. tenhoo um coração enoorme, gostoo de ajudaar. nunk pensoo coom a razãão, sempre coom o coraçããoo, eu viivo pra ser feliiz e nãão pra ser noormall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;=D&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/2273649416142967757-5895746474140204595?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/5895746474140204595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=5895746474140204595' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/5895746474140204595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/5895746474140204595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-mostroo-liingua-faloo-palavraoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b4CHMMXxIKw/Ta2mqwOQPwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DP4R4wpXEMc/s72-c/OQAAANT7bn7SU_iZMp6Ix9hMUckVfGDxcpJ9hAhDCVvK-JwjND67ZugNh3XtA-2W_XozAfH5iGKNy-edUjkY6O6uW8UAm1T1UIkuYzQkqMFFhqXOppgWzrsqFNBX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-6530657136204818983</id><published>2011-04-19T11:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T11:59:44.440-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6LkCroDd7U/Ta2jSSdOl2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/OFLLZIJVEik/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6LkCroDd7U/Ta2jSSdOl2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/OFLLZIJVEik/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Preciso de você para me fazer sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Preciso de você para me fazer feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Quando não estou com você todas as coisas do mundo se tornam inúteis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Pois quem dá sentido para minha vida é você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;E quando você vai, sinto um vazio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Algo que não pode ser completado por nada, a não ser você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2273649416142967757-6530657136204818983?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/6530657136204818983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=6530657136204818983' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/6530657136204818983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/6530657136204818983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2011/04/preciso-de-voce-para-me-fazer-sorrir.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6LkCroDd7U/Ta2jSSdOl2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/OFLLZIJVEik/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-1747571417529546728</id><published>2011-04-19T11:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T11:56:42.027-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Canseii</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wi-u1KbUPWs/Ta2idiIumRI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DpBUr5rVbrE/s1600/IMG0342A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wi-u1KbUPWs/Ta2idiIumRI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DpBUr5rVbrE/s1600/IMG0342A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;de pedir desculpas pelo jeito que ajo. Cansei de ouvir dos outros como devo fazer, viver, conversar e agir. Não vou me martirizar e tentar ser diferente pra fazer alguém se sentir melhor. Eu vou ser isso aqui mesmo, e que se dane a opinião alheia. Se eu tô feliz, tá tudo certo, não vou me incomodar com mais nada e nem ninguém. Não é egoísmo. Só descobri que, de tanto você pensar nos outros, acaba esquecendo de si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2273649416142967757-1747571417529546728?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/1747571417529546728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=1747571417529546728' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/1747571417529546728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/1747571417529546728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2011/04/canseii.html' title='Canseii'/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wi-u1KbUPWs/Ta2idiIumRI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DpBUr5rVbrE/s72-c/IMG0342A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-2471250309596940536</id><published>2011-04-14T05:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T05:53:31.460-03:00</updated><title type='text'>oiie 
vota na Mariia
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bjoooos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;oiie vota na Mariiahttp://www.duelodefotos.com/duelo.php?id=87930&amp;bjoooos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/g0wpIS"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2273649416142967757-2471250309596940536?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/2471250309596940536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=2471250309596940536' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/2471250309596940536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/2471250309596940536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2011/04/oiie-vota-na-mariia-httpwwwduelodefotos.html' title='oiie &#xA;vota na Mariia&#xA;http://www.duelodefotos.com/duelo.php?id=87930&amp;amp;&#xA;&#xA;bjoooos'/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-4905870022101811809</id><published>2011-03-24T18:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T18:40:42.184-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wavwac7MpYc/TJfEc0p2awI/AAAAAAAAAm4/mvFnIulz4_Q/s1600/LINDU.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wavwac7MpYc/TJfEc0p2awI/AAAAAAAAAm4/mvFnIulz4_Q/s320/LINDU.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;O amor, não tem uma definição certa. Não é exata. Quando você perde ele, sente ódio, mágoas. Temos que amar, coisas úteis e não inúteis como por exemplo, perder tempo dando ibope para alguém que absolutamente não conhece. O amor, abandona suas melhores amigas, suas BFF'S que fazem parte da sua vida. O amor, trai, desperta, enlouquece. Amar quer dizer... não sei o que quer dizer, por isso você ama o que quer. Existe seu jeito de amar. Então ame quem quer. Ame do seu jeito, pois o meu não sei a definição, quer dizer, nenhum de nós que amamos eternamente. Mas somos bobas. Não podemos&amp;nbsp;correr atrás. A pessoa que está apaixonada, reage no amor. Não vou fazer isso, quem quiser, que corra atrás de mim assim&amp;nbsp; sendo pelo meu perfil de ser. Iguais amigas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2273649416142967757-4905870022101811809?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/4905870022101811809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=4905870022101811809' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/4905870022101811809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/4905870022101811809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-amor.html' title='o amor'/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wavwac7MpYc/TJfEc0p2awI/AAAAAAAAAm4/mvFnIulz4_Q/s72-c/LINDU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-6876128228493369754</id><published>2011-03-24T18:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T18:38:35.724-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não olhe para o que perdeu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ncvk5IFHwro/TYu5vf2NZTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JEEa7Ztr5Q4/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ncvk5IFHwro/TYu5vf2NZTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JEEa7Ztr5Q4/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...&lt;span style="color: #000084;"&gt;Olhe para o que você ainda pode ganhar. &lt;br /&gt;Pois nem sempre nessa vida temos tudo o que queremos, &lt;br /&gt;e nada vai durar pra sempre, algumas coisas que perdemos nem sempre irão voltar .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2273649416142967757-6876128228493369754?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/6876128228493369754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=6876128228493369754' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/6876128228493369754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/6876128228493369754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-olhe-para-o-que-perdeu.html' title='Não olhe para o que perdeu...'/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ncvk5IFHwro/TYu5vf2NZTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JEEa7Ztr5Q4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-6497728965803289872</id><published>2011-03-18T02:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T02:59:56.102-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rafaelnemitz.blogspot.com/2011/03/pierre-descanse-em-paz.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Pierre, descanse em paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oGXEy0QbxYk/TYLoj3V6NPI/AAAAAAAAG8s/UMzQYj2edW0/s1600/Pierre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oGXEy0QbxYk/TYLoj3V6NPI/AAAAAAAAG8s/UMzQYj2edW0/s400/Pierre.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pierre Moraes Barreto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Meu MSN foi invadido - no bom sentido - por amigos e familiares do jovem de 17 anos vítima fatal do acidente em Capão Cipó. A comoção foi geral em Tupanciretã. O jovem era querido por muitas pessoas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Através de um primo irmão, fui informado que ele seria pai. A mãe do seu filho, uma menina de 15 anos, está grávida de 2 meses. Ao saber disso, não segurei a emoção e chorei. Vi de perto a tragédia e pensar na dor da família mexeu comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Já dois amigos, contaram que ele era um jovem feliz, de bem com a vida, esforçado, trabalhava e estudava. Tinha uma família boa, que lhe dava de tudo. Estava animado com a notícia de ser pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Aos familiares e amigos, meus sinceros sentimentos de pesar pelas duas vidas ceifadas, em especial a do jovem Pierre. Gostaria de não ter visto o que vi em Capão do Cipó, porém meu dever é informar. Espero não ter magoado ninguém com a postagem que noticiou o acidente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Que Deus abençoe a família das vítimas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; By: Rafael Nemitz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2273649416142967757-6497728965803289872?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/6497728965803289872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=6497728965803289872' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/6497728965803289872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/6497728965803289872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2011/03/pierre-descanse-em-paz-pierre-moraes.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oGXEy0QbxYk/TYLoj3V6NPI/AAAAAAAAG8s/UMzQYj2edW0/s72-c/Pierre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-5724069586976086394</id><published>2011-03-18T02:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T02:57:34.519-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rafaelnemitz.blogspot.com/2011/03/mais-de-3-mil-acessos-em-um-unico-dia.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Mais de 3 mil acessos em um único dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JB5TJ9PQd6U/TYLNZa4RVHI/AAAAAAAAG8o/lh-gbvy7n7k/s1600/Acessos+Blog.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JB5TJ9PQd6U/TYLNZa4RVHI/AAAAAAAAG8o/lh-gbvy7n7k/s400/Acessos+Blog.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Conforme pode-se ver no print-screen da minha página de estatísticas &lt;b&gt;(Clique na imagem para ampliar)&lt;/b&gt;, sistema do próprio Blogspot, em função de mais uma tragédia em nossa região noticiada por mim, com fotos exclusivas feitas no local do acidente, o blog bateu um recorde de acessos nessa quinta-feira. Foram mais de &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;3 mil acessos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, sendo que a maioria deles ocorreu a partir das 19h. O horário de pico nos acessos foi entre 19h e 23h, com algo em torno de &amp;nbsp;800 à 1000 acessos em busca de informações sobre o acidente em Capão do Cipó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Segundo o colega Juliano Nascimento, da Rádio Santiago, que aguardava as atualizações no estúdio da emissora, em certos momentos o blog registrou mais de &lt;b&gt;130 leitores on-line&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2273649416142967757-5724069586976086394?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/5724069586976086394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=5724069586976086394' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/5724069586976086394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/5724069586976086394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2011/03/mais-de-3-mil-acessos-em-um-unico-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JB5TJ9PQd6U/TYLNZa4RVHI/AAAAAAAAG8o/lh-gbvy7n7k/s72-c/Acessos+Blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-472768074026761085</id><published>2011-03-18T00:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T02:24:05.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADES ETERNAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZAFxvXlxSUw/TYLH67Vb4NI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6OKiTFrKWU4/s1600/OQAAAB6mlfgpgHWLADv2DKGpd6spN8v9MFAqLVN_Dapw0xotxjzNx9GufoFEYXZnerWZUgpT9pUtuMLdEtOgikgMTGMAm1T1UBBCgHTRVnMqKAUuKf-EQ57zJxPO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZAFxvXlxSUw/TYLH67Vb4NI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6OKiTFrKWU4/s1600/OQAAAB6mlfgpgHWLADv2DKGpd6spN8v9MFAqLVN_Dapw0xotxjzNx9GufoFEYXZnerWZUgpT9pUtuMLdEtOgikgMTGMAm1T1UBBCgHTRVnMqKAUuKf-EQ57zJxPO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PIERRE CATATAU...&lt;br /&gt;poxaa a falta qe esse cara vaii fazer... ele me ajudo mtu com o joao...&lt;br /&gt;me dava conselhos brigava cmg qdo prescisava...ele siim da pra xama de irmaooo :'(&lt;br /&gt;um guri novo feito na vida jah, fazendo o qe ele mais qeria qe era esse estagioo... qtas vezes eu pedi pra ele fika pra gente fazer uns agitos e ele simplesmente diziaa&amp;nbsp; capaz dexa isso pros findi... apesar de ter conhecido ele por poko tempo jah era considerado um irmao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VÁ EM PAZ... LUTO ETERNO:'(&lt;taghw&gt;&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2273649416142967757-472768074026761085?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/472768074026761085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=472768074026761085' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/472768074026761085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/472768074026761085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2011/03/saudades-eternas.html' title='SAUDADES ETERNAS'/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ZAFxvXlxSUw/TYLH67Vb4NI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6OKiTFrKWU4/s72-c/OQAAAB6mlfgpgHWLADv2DKGpd6spN8v9MFAqLVN_Dapw0xotxjzNx9GufoFEYXZnerWZUgpT9pUtuMLdEtOgikgMTGMAm1T1UBBCgHTRVnMqKAUuKf-EQ57zJxPO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-1892083431554911886</id><published>2011-03-17T13:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T13:37:33.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wuKuNfsVVyE/TYI1ZN93UFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/v-JhWh1Uy2I/s1600/1288899725066_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wuKuNfsVVyE/TYI1ZN93UFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/v-JhWh1Uy2I/s320/1288899725066_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor? Paixão? Fidelidade? Compromisso?&lt;br /&gt;hj em dia a gente conta nos dedos garotos com todas essas qualidades...&lt;br /&gt;quando a gente acha que esta com um garoto assim, quando separa dele que descobre as coisas... na hora você chora, sofre, não quer falar com ninguem, ou quer desabafar pra todos...&lt;br /&gt;mas com o tempo você vai descobrindo coisas dele e fica se perguntando: VALEU A PENA SOFRER?&lt;br /&gt;sofrer por nada... chorar no inicio e descobri uma traição depois... e sofrer um pouco mais ...&lt;br /&gt;mas dai o que adianta?&lt;br /&gt;depois das descobertas, tem que dar graças a Deus que acabou...&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta ficar se lamentando pelos cantos... o melhor agora é curtir a vida, sem compromisso!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2273649416142967757-1892083431554911886?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/1892083431554911886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=1892083431554911886' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/1892083431554911886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/1892083431554911886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2011/03/amor-paixao-fidelidade-compromisso-hj.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wuKuNfsVVyE/TYI1ZN93UFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/v-JhWh1Uy2I/s72-c/1288899725066_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273649416142967757.post-5619982441669882855</id><published>2011-03-17T13:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T13:12:41.309-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wA0kc9t7vYg/TYIy0b0S5tI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4uP2keRf-VI/s1600/AMOR__%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wA0kc9t7vYg/TYIy0b0S5tI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4uP2keRf-VI/s1600/AMOR__%257E1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Não nego que sinto sua falta, falta dos seus carinhos, mais &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc04af;"&gt;eu vou te esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, esperar você voltar e me dizer que sentiu minha falta e que &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc04af;"&gt;não pode mais viver sem mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, confesso que não fui do tipo de namorada perfeita, me desculpe, pois era uma garota ingênua&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7030a0;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc04af;"&gt;mais se você percebesse o que acabei de perceber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #cc04af; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Que nós somos perfeitos um para o outro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editablearea2"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #cc04af; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;E nós nunca encontraremos outra pessoa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #cc04af; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Apenas perceba, O que eu acabei de perceber !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="color: #7030a0; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Mais espero que agora ja nao seja tarde demais,para reparar o erro que cometi no passado por deixar voçe ir. Não posso evitar, que toda vez que passa ao meu lado &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc04af;"&gt;meu coração fica disparado,to me arriscando pelo seu amor,me aventurei pra ficar perto do seu calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc04af;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc04af;"&gt;olha pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; e nao nega que ainda sente algo forte por mim, que quando nos abraçamos somos apenas um. E agora posso dizer que &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc04af;"&gt;me apaixonei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; por você. Mais confesso ter medo de você &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc04af;"&gt;estar pensando em outro alguem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc04af;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7030a0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu peço desculpas por fazer você sofrer &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc04af;"&gt;você bem que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7030a0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc04af;"&gt;podia perdoar, e só mais uma vez me aceitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Não consigo esqueçer da ultima vez que nos vimos e que disse ainda me amar, mais como o tempo passa né, já faz tempo daquele seu ultimo carinho por mim, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc04af;"&gt;e agora o que faço eu da vida sem você, você nao me ensinou a te esqueçer, você só me ensinou a te querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Já pensei muita vezes es desistir do seu amor, porque parece que você nao me nota mais ,e eu to ficando &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc04af;"&gt;cansada de sofrer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc04af;"&gt;pois &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;quando você se foi chorei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, e até hoje choro meio sem querer, porque &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc04af;"&gt;você não sai da minha cabeça mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;esses dias até sonhei com você, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc04af;"&gt;sonhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7030a0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc04af;"&gt;que você sorria pra mim, como na primeira vez,só nos dois e as estrelas do ceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt; sempre quis você por perto, pra sentir o calor dos seus abraços, me sentir protegida por você, mais &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7030a0;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc04af;"&gt;izem quem teme a perda um dia acaba por perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, e foi assim, eu te perdi, mais tenho a esperança que um dia voltaremos, e seremos felizes como nunca fomos. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc04af;"&gt;Pois&amp;nbsp; Nunca acreditei que viveria o amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc04af;"&gt;mais meu &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;mundo mudou. E agora não deixo de sentir Sem você nem posso respirar! Não quero viver. Se não está aqui, comigo.eu nao posso ser feliz !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7030a0;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Mas agora só o tempo para fazer&amp;nbsp; curar as cicatrizes deixadas por nós, espero que esse tempo não seja longo demais, pois não consigo não pensar em você! . &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc04af;"&gt;deixa que o tempo nos leve para outro lugar Deixa essa chuva parar Espera que o sol vai voltar Só quero sentir outra vez Seu corpo bem perto de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Espero que podemos nos reencontrar novamente e sermos felizes como nunca fomos, pois é com você só com você que serei feliz .. você nao faz ideia de &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc04af;"&gt;como é grande o meu amor por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.. mais se caso esse dia demore para chegar olhe para para o ceu, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc04af;"&gt;pois deixei o meu nome escrito no ceu pra você lembrar de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2273649416142967757-5619982441669882855?l=viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/feeds/5619982441669882855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2273649416142967757&amp;postID=5619982441669882855' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/5619982441669882855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2273649416142967757/posts/default/5619982441669882855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viidateen-mariisnts.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-nego-que-sinto-sua-falta-falta-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariia santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12722351890887719740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wSjc55x5x0/T4yOnzfNMNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RbLQgPgdNk0/s220/creepy-butterfly-doll.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wA0kc9t7vYg/TYIy0b0S5tI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4uP2keRf-VI/s72-c/AMOR__%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>