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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;D08NQ3k5cCp7ImA9WhRVE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971046398722637515</id><updated>2012-01-11T13:04:52.728-08:00</updated><category term="Frases de Gossip Girl" /><category term="amizade" /><category term="Fernando Veríssimo" /><category term="Quando você faz falta" /><category term="Deus" /><category term="#saudades #portas fechadas #vida" /><category term="Caio Fernando Abreu" /><category term="cartas amiga" /><category term="Pra Ele" /><title>Pensamentos ....*</title><subtitle type="html">Quando imaginamos uma mente, uma cabeça cheia de idéias e pensamentos desejados.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Pris Paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10397642013133058457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4Uy063R4CE/Ts72ySl5n9I/AAAAAAAABho/ZUfWUD5aXF4/s220/xxxx.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/MlmM" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/mlmm" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>blogspot/MlmM</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08NQ3k4cCp7ImA9WhRVE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971046398722637515.post-8605268480055298087</id><published>2012-01-11T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T13:04:52.738-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-11T13:04:52.738-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pra Ele" /><title>Talvez...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talvez nunca consiga transmitir tudo que sinto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E as vezes nem tudo&amp;nbsp;é como pensei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A pior coisa&amp;nbsp;é conviver na incerteza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A incerteza de estar ou não no caminho certo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Achar que poderia ter feito mais, ou se doar mais e não valer a pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sacrifícios" para um duplo objetivo escolhido tinham que ser&amp;nbsp;recíprocos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje eu sei que fui e sempre serei a "amiga",&lt;br /&gt;
aquela que por esse adjetivo sempre me doei&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com confiança para confidencialidades e que não fui&amp;nbsp;retribuída&amp;nbsp;da mesma forma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dizem que consideração&amp;nbsp;é uma coisa que nunca se ganha sô se perde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E a tal consideração que se pesa acima de qualquer coisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorri com os olhos de quem quer chorar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Falar com a boca de quem quer desabafar meia duzia de palavras&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;que não resultaria em nada. (Acredito eu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Senti falta de&amp;nbsp;alguém&amp;nbsp;muito importante,&lt;br /&gt;
mas titubeia pois não sabe se ele realmente quer ocupar este lugar.&lt;br /&gt;
A palavra alheia machuca, porem não se sabe dizer se ela é&amp;nbsp;verdadeira&amp;nbsp;ou maldosa.&lt;br /&gt;
Sabe, faz falta aquele sorriso que não e qualquer um que faz brotar!&lt;br /&gt;
São tantas as coisas que a gente guarda e nunca entrega.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tantas as interrogações que talvez nem tenham respostas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você fecha os olhos e se senti distante de tudo outra vez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas espero que o tempo traga um novo sol para brilhar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque se despedir de tudo não&amp;nbsp;é&amp;nbsp;fácil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca foi e nunca sera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971046398722637515-8605268480055298087?l=pingosdep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~4/G9FgZw9H6Hc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/feeds/8605268480055298087/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2012/01/talvez.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/8605268480055298087?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/8605268480055298087?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~3/G9FgZw9H6Hc/talvez.html" title="Talvez..." /><author><name>Pris Paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10397642013133058457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4Uy063R4CE/Ts72ySl5n9I/AAAAAAAABho/ZUfWUD5aXF4/s220/xxxx.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2012/01/talvez.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUFQH85eCp7ImA9WhRXGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971046398722637515.post-6862090815352179011</id><published>2011-12-25T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T06:43:31.120-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-25T06:43:31.120-08:00</app:edited><title>Adeus ano velho</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;"Alguém&amp;nbsp;como eu,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;guerras que dão formas ao poeta e à batida."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;[Use Somebody]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DRhrLGZ3LmE/Tvc1e53rzPI/AAAAAAAABjQ/ApJt8HlT_Pc/s1600/xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DRhrLGZ3LmE/Tvc1e53rzPI/AAAAAAAABjQ/ApJt8HlT_Pc/s200/xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Eu amei, amei minha historia, amei meus momentos, amei minhas entregas, amei meus amigos, amei minhas atitudes que me surpreenderam,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;amei um homem, amei sua historia, amei minha luta, amei o meu melhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; abrir todas as portas do meu coração.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Por mais que meu coração diga com meus olhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;Assim deixo estar mais um ano que se passa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Feliz Ano Novo&lt;/u&gt; para todos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;E simplesmente encheram meu coração de alegria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E me doaram de graça carinho.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;E me despedir delas não foi&amp;nbsp;fácil.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas a vida é assim né?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;A gente tem que desejar muitas felicidades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como aprendi no livro "comer, rezar e amar".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Sempre que sentir saudades, mentalize a pessoa na sua cabeça, lhe envie muita luz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E a deixe ir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acho que achei um jeitinho de matar a saudade, quando ela sufocar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nesse assunto e entre todos os outros que me fazem falta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[... Não diz nada, você não diz nada. Apenas olha pra mim, sorri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quanto tempo dura? Faz pouco despencou uma estrela e fizemos , ao mesmo tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e em silêncio, um pedido, dois pedidos. Pedi para saber tocálo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você não me conta seus desejos. Sorri com os olhos, com a mesma boca que mais tarde,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um dia, depois daqui poderá me dizer: não...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Chega em mim sem medo, toca no meu ombro, olha nos meus olhos, como nas canções do rádio. Depois me diz:&lt;br /&gt;
- "Vamos embora para um lugar limpo. Deixe tudo como está. Feche as portas, não pague as contas nem conte a&amp;nbsp;ninguém. Nada mais importa. Agora você me tem, agora eu tenho você. Nada mais importa. O resto? Ah, o resto são os restos. E não importam ".&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas seus livros, seus discos, quero perguntar, seus versos de rima rica?&lt;br /&gt;
Mas meus livros,&amp;nbsp;meus discos, meus versos de rimas pobres?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não importa. Largue tudo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Venha comigo para qualquer lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peço e peço e não digo nada mas peço e peço diga, diga já, diga agora, diga assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você não diz nada... ]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Querida Thais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Olha amiga, um brigadeiro de panela faz milagres na vida de uma mulher.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Estava aqui trancada no meu quarto curtindo meu mau-humor causado pela minha fome. [&lt;i&gt;grande fome&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vim aqui pra cima, gosto de ficar aqui pensando e olhando pra "nada" sentindo uma brisa fresca, que ta quase me dando um friozinho já!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O céu esta lindo, mas minha maquina digital não é tão moderna não captura os detalhes para que eu possa compartilhar com mais realidade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A lua esta igual aquela que costumamos desenhar em rabiscos, meia lua! Bem longe dela um pouco abaixo tem uma única estrela.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Por algum motivo ela brilha muito intensamente, parece que ela esta triste. Acho que sei como ela se senti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Acho que se senti distante de tudo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;Tipo como se ela fosse um ser - humano triste e solitário. Como a maioria de nós quando nos distanciamos de algo que queremos ou sentimos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;Uma vez em uma reportagem de esportes radicais, o cara dizia que gostava de sentir dor, pois isso fazia com que ele se sentisse vivo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;Que jeito mais&amp;nbsp;masoquista! Um&amp;nbsp;beliscão&amp;nbsp;pra mim já estava de bom tamanho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;E se encararmos cada tristeza nossa como uma forma de sentir que estamos vivas, e que temos sentimentos, não seria um jeito mais&amp;nbsp;agradável&amp;nbsp;de passar por todos esses momentos?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;Afinal, sabemos que uma hora ou outra tudo é passageiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;Que a escolha de ser feliz, esta única e exclusivamente em nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;Analisei alguns fatos: - é caindo que se conhece a mão amiga que se estende [&lt;i&gt;o amigo&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- é partindo nossos corações que encontramos um "médico" que possa curá-lo para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- é se machucando que usamos o BENDITO do convenio médico que nossos pais ralam pra pagar todo o mês.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;- é ter cicatrizes que fazem de nós uma pessoa que tem historia! [&lt;i&gt;e que gostoso ter historias pra contar&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;Historias, não precisa nem ser um escrito para ter muitas delas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;Temos o privilegio de sonhar todas as noites, e outras mais grandiosas ainda de nós lembrarmos pela amanha algo que vivenciamos e ficamos muito felizes até de olhos fechados.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;A sua cabeça é o&amp;nbsp;único&amp;nbsp;lugar que se pode voar!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;Quando crianças talvez essa descoberta tivesse sido uma euforia só.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;Hoje nós contentamos de saber que em nossos pensamentos podemos voltar a vivenciar momentos antigos muito felizes, o&amp;nbsp;difícil&amp;nbsp;é acordar depois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;O telefone que não toca a resposta que não chega.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;E não adianta fazer eu me culpar por querer as coisas sempre na hora que quero por que quero, porque sabe o que descobri?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;Não sou a única! TODOS nós somos assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;Anseio por um desejo igual o seu, quero tudo novo na minha vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;Porem, não abro mão dos poucos e bons. - poucos e bons amigos. – pouco e único desejo de amar&amp;nbsp;- grandes e muitos sonhos a serem realizados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Balance sua arvore da vida, mas sem magoas guarde tudo aquilo que for verdadeiro. Tudo que tem raiz não quebra. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;O dia que estiver que acabar tudo e qualquer sentimento você não&amp;nbsp;terá&amp;nbsp;duvidas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;Fechara seus olhos e&amp;nbsp;conseguira&amp;nbsp;dormi&amp;nbsp;em paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A gente pode ate mudar, se esconder, se refazer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;Mas as coisas quando têm que ser e acontecer sempre encontra um jeito de aparecer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: red;"&gt;"hoje o tempo voa amor, escorre pelas mãos mesmo sem se sentir, QUE NÃO HÁ TEMPO QUE VOLTE amor, vamos viver tudo que há pra viver, vamos nos permitir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;[&lt;i&gt;é o acaso que me toca e me arrepia quando escuto essa musica, é a beleza e a maturidade que me faz compreender o verdadeiro sentindo existente nela&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 8.6pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;Queria que entendesse que desculpa ser sincera mas essa não é a primeira nem a ultima vez.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;Você fez seus desejos, você colheu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Entende agora o tamanho do poder que temos em nossas mãos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E o quanto somos iluminadas!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;Mas não se preocupe nenhuma queda, nenhuma dor, nenhum medo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;Não temas nada que desejar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;Aqui do outro lado tem duas mãos para te&amp;nbsp;ergui, dois braços para um abraço e um ouvido que nunca se cansara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 8.6pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;Te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 8.6pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;beijos da sua amiga. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 6.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 8.6pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/4971046398722637515-6656930121612051152?l=pingosdep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~4/JpN_CdvIx64" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/feeds/6656930121612051152/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/11/querida-e-uma-carta.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/6656930121612051152?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/6656930121612051152?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~3/JpN_CdvIx64/querida-e-uma-carta.html" title="Querida é uma carta!" /><author><name>Pris Paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10397642013133058457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4Uy063R4CE/Ts72ySl5n9I/AAAAAAAABho/ZUfWUD5aXF4/s220/xxxx.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/11/querida-e-uma-carta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4FQHc6cCp7ImA9WhRRFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971046398722637515.post-3816887278663691457</id><published>2011-11-29T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T13:08:31.918-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-29T13:08:31.918-08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Eu lhe daria o sol se fossi preciso!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas com certeza não lhe diria isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Guardaria para o dia que precisasasse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Então ele chegaria embrulhado em um papel de presente com um lindo cartão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No fundo existem sentimentos tão verdadeiros e intensos que a emoção nunca traduziria em palavras, para que você possa entender!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/4971046398722637515-3816887278663691457?l=pingosdep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~4/B6lZT2oMLXo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/feeds/3816887278663691457/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-lhe-daria-o-sol-se-fossi-preciso-mas.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/3816887278663691457?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/3816887278663691457?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~3/B6lZT2oMLXo/eu-lhe-daria-o-sol-se-fossi-preciso-mas.html" title="" /><author><name>Pris Paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10397642013133058457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4Uy063R4CE/Ts72ySl5n9I/AAAAAAAABho/ZUfWUD5aXF4/s220/xxxx.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JnIYlMMHBio/TtVJR-Vc8WI/AAAAAAAABiU/Iedks4dqEjg/s72-c/presente-Nick.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-lhe-daria-o-sol-se-fossi-preciso-mas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUBRnc6eip7ImA9WhRRFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971046398722637515.post-6448176233491949622</id><published>2011-11-15T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T12:57:37.912-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-29T12:57:37.912-08:00</app:edited><title>Escrever ou não, eis a questão.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas teimo em procurar em cada ação uma reação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me sinto incapaz de escrever hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Existe uma mistura de sentimentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando estamos tristes escrevemos e transmitimos com mais facilidade nossos sentimentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Felizes, ocupamos nosso tempo, nossos pensamentos. A felicidade é muito mais&amp;nbsp;fácil de ser sentida do que transmitida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na&amp;nbsp;ausência&amp;nbsp; da certeza existe duvida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seria melhor escrever ou me calar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gostaria de dizer: - &lt;i&gt;Só por hoje não quero escrever!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas, ai este texto não teria logica ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971046398722637515-6448176233491949622?l=pingosdep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~4/N4h4fhatuvw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/feeds/6448176233491949622/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/11/escrever-ou-nao-eis-questao.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/6448176233491949622?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/6448176233491949622?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~3/N4h4fhatuvw/escrever-ou-nao-eis-questao.html" title="Escrever ou não, eis a questão." /><author><name>Pris Paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10397642013133058457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4Uy063R4CE/Ts72ySl5n9I/AAAAAAAABho/ZUfWUD5aXF4/s220/xxxx.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/11/escrever-ou-nao-eis-questao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIFR3c8fip7ImA9WhRTGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971046398722637515.post-5325043681873765237</id><published>2011-11-07T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T17:01:56.976-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-08T17:01:56.976-08:00</app:edited><title>Uma musica, um amor de tempo</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Quero uma canção que descreva, amor de tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Que soei aos meus ouvidos todos os momentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Que transmita as minhas alegrias, e minhas batalhas feitas a ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Procurei em Chico Buarque, pedaços de mim, que me dizia assim:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh metade de mim.... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Então decidi que te chamaria assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Que caminharia enfim, junto a ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SwMfJizaPA4?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* ( Escolha particular da musica de amor de tempo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Não desistir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Insistir, em tudo aquilo que por mais que se negue, é seu coração quem diz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Já sentiu um frio ao lembrar de alguém por um instante?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;E desistis-te assim? se nem seu corpo diz que sim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p.s: (amor de tempo= aquele amor, que você luta, que você espera, é aquele que resiste a tudo e todos, é aquele que você escolheu, é aquele que é verdadeiro)&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/4971046398722637515-5325043681873765237?l=pingosdep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~4/yKtyuh71zAI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/feeds/5325043681873765237/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/11/indenso-saudade.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/5325043681873765237?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/5325043681873765237?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~3/yKtyuh71zAI/indenso-saudade.html" title="Uma musica, um amor de tempo" /><author><name>Pris Paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10397642013133058457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4Uy063R4CE/Ts72ySl5n9I/AAAAAAAABho/ZUfWUD5aXF4/s220/xxxx.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/SwMfJizaPA4/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/11/indenso-saudade.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EFRHY7eip7ImA9WhRTEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971046398722637515.post-4579895639478052008</id><published>2011-11-02T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T17:53:35.802-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-02T17:53:35.802-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Deus" /><title>A digna FÉ.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por todas as graças alcançadas em minha vida, apenas uma pessoa a agradecer "Deus"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por ser sempre a força maior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por ser a sabedoria que me auxilia a cada dia, cada pensamento, cada gesto e a cada palavra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tem o dom de me ouvir durante a noite, e escutar repetidamente cada suplicação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A força, a coragem, a&amp;nbsp;paciência,&amp;nbsp;o amor, tudo devemos a ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E é com muita fé que ultrapassamos cada barreira, cada obstaculo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Podemos viver sem amor, sem amigos mas nunca sem Deus no coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem ele não existe verdade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andava questionando algo para postar, quando de repente me veio essa vontade de escrever sobre ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alias não foi de repente, teve sim um real &amp;nbsp;motivo. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É meu coração que se enche de alegria e todas as coisas boas&amp;nbsp;imagináveis, querendo agradecer por mais uma graça.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De muitas que ainda viram.&lt;br /&gt;
Fecho meus olhos e sou agradecida por tudo.&lt;br /&gt;
Falta-me ate palavras para explicar, pois tenho certeza de que se todos fizessem as pazes com Deus,&lt;br /&gt;
e&amp;nbsp;reservassem&amp;nbsp;pouco do seu tempo para exalta-lo, agradece-lo ou ate mesmo pedir ajuda, metade de todos problemas se resolveriam. Para não ser&amp;nbsp;pretensiosa&amp;nbsp;e afirmar todos.&lt;br /&gt;
Só quem&amp;nbsp;obtém de&amp;nbsp;suas graças entende oque digo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Dirige os meus passos nos teus caminhos, para que as minhas pegadas não vacilem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Salmos 17:5&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/4971046398722637515-4579895639478052008?l=pingosdep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~4/M2QlUrqgEiQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/feeds/4579895639478052008/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/11/digna-fe.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/4579895639478052008?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/4579895639478052008?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~3/M2QlUrqgEiQ/digna-fe.html" title="A digna FÉ." /><author><name>Pris Paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10397642013133058457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4Uy063R4CE/Ts72ySl5n9I/AAAAAAAABho/ZUfWUD5aXF4/s220/xxxx.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ydlwUCVvzCE/TrHkLRzxryI/AAAAAAAABhc/q_AQAA9z3vg/s72-c/maos-dadas.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/11/digna-fe.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQMQH4yfip7ImA9WhdaGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971046398722637515.post-7503992414004068440</id><published>2011-10-29T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T19:56:21.096-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-29T19:56:21.096-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Frases de Gossip Girl" /><title>Chuck Blair 4x02 Double Identity Legendado</title><content type="html">&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FGmyDm5dLlE?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Blair : Não te amo mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Mas precisa muito mais do que você, pra destruir Blair Waldorf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Chuck:  Seu mundo seria mais fácil se eu não voltasse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Blair:  Isso é verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Mas não seria MEU MUNDO SEM VOCÊ NELE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;__________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;#lindodemais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Termino a postagem com o trecho de uma musica :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"O que você quiser, a escolha é sua. Então escolha"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Te faz refletir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4971046398722637515-7503992414004068440?l=pingosdep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~4/IFns5PNQ1cM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/feeds/7503992414004068440/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/10/chuck-blair-4x02-double-identity_29.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/7503992414004068440?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/7503992414004068440?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~3/IFns5PNQ1cM/chuck-blair-4x02-double-identity_29.html" title="Chuck Blair 4x02 Double Identity Legendado" /><author><name>Pris Paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10397642013133058457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4Uy063R4CE/Ts72ySl5n9I/AAAAAAAABho/ZUfWUD5aXF4/s220/xxxx.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/FGmyDm5dLlE/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/10/chuck-blair-4x02-double-identity_29.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUCSXg6cSp7ImA9WhdaFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971046398722637515.post-5385754343533280929</id><published>2011-10-25T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T07:51:08.619-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-25T07:51:08.619-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pra Ele" /><title>Dias com ele</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QqXQHxuqk2s/TqbMeG35ZDI/AAAAAAAABhQ/o66b5O0koa4/s1600/500-dias-com-ela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="83" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QqXQHxuqk2s/TqbMeG35ZDI/AAAAAAAABhQ/o66b5O0koa4/s200/500-dias-com-ela.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal;"&gt;Como é&amp;nbsp;fácil&amp;nbsp;ser você a inspiração que me falta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;E que me estica as&amp;nbsp;bochechas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;me trazendo de volta um belo sorriso.&lt;/span&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="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Como é&amp;nbsp;difícil&amp;nbsp;entender tanto conflito e me esquecer entre dedos e carinhos a busca de um mimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;É procura razão onde se identifica emoção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E em um calor de abraço sentir seus braços, coração nada é em vão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;É parar o tempo, arder no momento, buscar sem sofrimento uma solução.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que&amp;nbsp;desentristeça&amp;nbsp;meu corpo, lave meu rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que me caminhe até você sem pressa de amanhecer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que eternize oque for bom, que me ronde só o amor, que todos os caminhos me levem ate você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que seja sempre momentos o principal do tempo a busca de rever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que vivencie aquilo que nos traga alegria, e a cada beijo um novo desejo de ver entre um adeus e um depois um simples tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal;"&gt;Um mar de rosas o cheiro do apego, que luta em desespero querendo ter você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971046398722637515-5385754343533280929?l=pingosdep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~4/9HJ141jV9oE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/feeds/5385754343533280929/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/10/dias-com-ele.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/5385754343533280929?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/5385754343533280929?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~3/9HJ141jV9oE/dias-com-ele.html" title="Dias com ele" /><author><name>Pris Paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10397642013133058457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4Uy063R4CE/Ts72ySl5n9I/AAAAAAAABho/ZUfWUD5aXF4/s220/xxxx.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QqXQHxuqk2s/TqbMeG35ZDI/AAAAAAAABhQ/o66b5O0koa4/s72-c/500-dias-com-ela.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/10/dias-com-ele.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIAR3c4eyp7ImA9WhdaEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971046398722637515.post-1543062425492811284</id><published>2011-10-21T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T08:55:46.933-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-21T08:55:46.933-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amizade" /><title>Aos amigos</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Posso não viver presente mas não sera por qualquer distancia que não nos veremos como amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenho meus defeitos mas, nunca se esqueça que pela nossa amizade nunca me doei pela metade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenho&amp;nbsp;também&amp;nbsp;minhas qualidades!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero que me veja, como a mão que sempre se&amp;nbsp;erguera&amp;nbsp;e as palavras que sempre te confortara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vamos ser uma noite, sentadas ao lembra, que de tantas coisas juntas risadas não nos faltara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Querida amiga, de tudo sempre estarei ao lado de&amp;nbsp;alguém&amp;nbsp;que pra sempre me recordarei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com o carinho enorme te direi, pra sempre recordarei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x92ERJUAzO8/TqGV-CotspI/AAAAAAAABgE/fl-NWj2f1-k/s1600/filme-de-friends-em-negociacao1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="159" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x92ERJUAzO8/TqGV-CotspI/AAAAAAAABgE/fl-NWj2f1-k/s200/filme-de-friends-em-negociacao1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*--*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para todos meu amigos de verdade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aos quais eu sei, que sempre lutarei....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E sempre contarei ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971046398722637515-1543062425492811284?l=pingosdep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~4/7Pn9BCFxYHs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/feeds/1543062425492811284/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/1543062425492811284?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/1543062425492811284?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~3/7Pn9BCFxYHs/blog-post.html" title="Aos amigos" /><author><name>Pris Paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10397642013133058457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4Uy063R4CE/Ts72ySl5n9I/AAAAAAAABho/ZUfWUD5aXF4/s220/xxxx.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x92ERJUAzO8/TqGV-CotspI/AAAAAAAABgE/fl-NWj2f1-k/s72-c/filme-de-friends-em-negociacao1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UBRXg-cCp7ImA9WhZUFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971046398722637515.post-494953938808370999</id><published>2011-05-26T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T19:14:14.658-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-07T19:14:14.658-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="#saudades #portas fechadas #vida" /><title>Guarde-as em segredo</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"E bem no fundinho ainda sinto saudades, daquelas que no fundo ainda doem um pouquinho"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A vida, é a despedida forçada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As vezes, um não obrigada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;É uma porta fechada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*--*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cansou de ser teimoso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cansou de se orgulhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ele quer que no futuro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tudo possa se eternizar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um peito ofegante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nada pode negar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em um&amp;nbsp;variável&amp;nbsp;instante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a tudo se entregar.&lt;br /&gt;
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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UpGUqu7P-O0/TdXkjVtRNUI/AAAAAAAABf0/N6plmLpZ91Y/s1600/DSC00033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UpGUqu7P-O0/TdXkjVtRNUI/AAAAAAAABf0/N6plmLpZ91Y/s200/DSC00033.JPG" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Porque as vezes eu me perco e fico me procurando, e não me acho..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E fico perdida por muitos dias, muitas horas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu gosto de me perder, me dar um ar de loucura e não ter que me explicar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e ter um tempo pra pensar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Criar um momento para desabafar, um momento para se algo julgar, um momento para acordar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acredite o melhor "abrir os olhos" é quando vem de dentro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muitas vezes não é&amp;nbsp;fácil&amp;nbsp;encarar a realidade sozinha, sem&amp;nbsp;ninguém&amp;nbsp;para lhe escutar ou te aconselhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais é a maneira mais sincera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como diz &lt;i&gt;Shakespeare &lt;/i&gt;no meio de uma mistura de comercial de seguros &lt;i&gt;Bradesco&lt;/i&gt; nos dias de hoje (2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Um dia você aprende QUEEE..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nem todo bom conselho é pra comprar, nem todo bom ouvido quer te escutar, e nem toda palavra de ajuda é auxiliar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De uns tempos para cá ando me perdendo demais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ando meio cansada de solidão dupla, e esperas&amp;nbsp;intermináveis&amp;nbsp;e conviver com toda a realidade e me auto enganar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Conviver com a palavra IDIOTA e não conseguir realmente ser uma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E viver em duvida sem me achar.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu QUERO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu quero você. Como sempre ou não sei a descrição do porque! Acho que é por sentir todas aquelas coisas que mulheres adoram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;O cheiro, o peito ofegante, os carinhos, a respiração o coração acelerado, estar com você nunca é igual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Adoro o silencio de palavras, onde eu sei que me entrego total.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu sei que essa minha fraqueza por você, não é a ultima. Que muitas vezes agente ainda pode se perde, mas não hesitaremos em nos encontrar novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Talvez até porque eu consiga ser uma boa companheira, e só você sabe disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu sempre soube que havia uma outra coisa atrás e além das nossas mãos dadas. Podia ser só amizade, paixão, admiração, respeito, tesão, com tantas coisas tinha q ser justo amor, Meu Deus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu queria te dizer uma porção de coisas, de uma porção de noites ou tardes ou manhãs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Acho que foi o fato de você partir que me fez descobrir tantas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não tão rapidamente queria furta-lo docemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quem iria dizer, aprendi a ser mais doce!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Você esta aonde eu quero chegar, e em tudo que eu quero negar, muito presente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Porque estamos tão perto e tão longe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu estou quase sempre entrando em uma estado de amor por você, mas ai não me permito, não te permito, não nos permitimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;E me pergunto se, quem sabe uma dia na hora certa, nosso encontro aconteça inteiro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;( Mais uma vez...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Porque no fundinho exitem coisas que por mais que a gente negue, foram feitas para um dia da certo. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;
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" As coisas tem que passar, os dias têm que mudar, os ares têm de ser novos e a vida continua,&lt;br /&gt;
com ou sem qualquer um ... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971046398722637515-7035070259664689817?l=pingosdep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~4/Fx0VI-MMhMs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/feeds/7035070259664689817/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/05/ah-um-bilhao-de-interrogacoes-uns-tres.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/7035070259664689817?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/7035070259664689817?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~3/Fx0VI-MMhMs/ah-um-bilhao-de-interrogacoes-uns-tres.html" title="" /><author><name>Pris Paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10397642013133058457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4Uy063R4CE/Ts72ySl5n9I/AAAAAAAABho/ZUfWUD5aXF4/s220/xxxx.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/05/ah-um-bilhao-de-interrogacoes-uns-tres.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MHQno5eip7ImA9WhZXFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971046398722637515.post-3302349169759305932</id><published>2011-05-03T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T10:57:13.422-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-03T10:57:13.422-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Caio Fernando Abreu" /><title /><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Podia ser só amizade,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;paixão,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;admirção,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;respeito,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ternura,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tesão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Com tantos sentimentos (...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tinha de ser justo &lt;b&gt;Amor&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;meu Deus? "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SygWssPNLgU/TcBB7_X016I/AAAAAAAABfE/EuJwPeIrDHc/s1600/tumblr_livncqwlSX1qe9a24o1_400.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SygWssPNLgU/TcBB7_X016I/AAAAAAAABfE/EuJwPeIrDHc/s320/tumblr_livncqwlSX1qe9a24o1_400.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971046398722637515-3302349169759305932?l=pingosdep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~4/miIdyKMa2rI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/feeds/3302349169759305932/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/05/podia-ser-so-amizade-paixao-admircao.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/3302349169759305932?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/3302349169759305932?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~3/miIdyKMa2rI/podia-ser-so-amizade-paixao-admircao.html" title="" /><author><name>Pris Paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10397642013133058457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4Uy063R4CE/Ts72ySl5n9I/AAAAAAAABho/ZUfWUD5aXF4/s220/xxxx.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SygWssPNLgU/TcBB7_X016I/AAAAAAAABfE/EuJwPeIrDHc/s72-c/tumblr_livncqwlSX1qe9a24o1_400.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/05/podia-ser-so-amizade-paixao-admircao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cBQH86fyp7ImA9WhZXFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971046398722637515.post-3091952813582187659</id><published>2011-04-18T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T10:50:51.117-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-03T10:50:51.117-07:00</app:edited><title>Infinity</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Eu preciso de você!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como se eu rasgasse minha garganta para lhe dizer isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zznH5EkTKRQ/Tazu4mQNwlI/AAAAAAAABe8/fjJE347hlZQ/s1600/infinity_by_davespertine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zznH5EkTKRQ/Tazu4mQNwlI/AAAAAAAABe8/fjJE347hlZQ/s320/infinity_by_davespertine.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Mas é em vão..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OHH, infinito de particularidades&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;lá se vão... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4971046398722637515-3091952813582187659?l=pingosdep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~4/isjEcWnH2Vc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/feeds/3091952813582187659/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/04/infinity.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/3091952813582187659?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/3091952813582187659?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~3/isjEcWnH2Vc/infinity.html" title="Infinity" /><author><name>Pris Paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10397642013133058457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4Uy063R4CE/Ts72ySl5n9I/AAAAAAAABho/ZUfWUD5aXF4/s220/xxxx.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zznH5EkTKRQ/Tazu4mQNwlI/AAAAAAAABe8/fjJE347hlZQ/s72-c/infinity_by_davespertine.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/04/infinity.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEHQn0zfSp7ImA9WhZRF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971046398722637515.post-2740782807748224349</id><published>2011-04-13T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T11:50:33.385-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-13T11:50:33.385-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Caio Fernando Abreu" /><title>Caio Fernando Abreu</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outro dia sem querer, conheci os lindos textos desse autor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E tenho que reconhecer que virou um vicio os ler sempre que posso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Resolvi então deixa um dos registro que &lt;i&gt;hoje mais me identifiquei.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X8Mtnrcz4Io/TaXtyMWtneI/AAAAAAAABe4/0LkGUpbZNBI/s1600/Caio+Fernando+Abreu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X8Mtnrcz4Io/TaXtyMWtneI/AAAAAAAABe4/0LkGUpbZNBI/s320/Caio+Fernando+Abreu.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Porque já não temos mais idade para, dramaticamente, usarmos palavras grandiloqüentes como "sempre" ou "nunca".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ninguém sabe como, mas aos poucos fomos aprendendo sobre a continuidade da vida, das pessoas e das coisas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Já não tentamos o suicidio nem cometemos gestos tresloucados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alguns, sim - nós, não.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Contidamente, continuamos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E substituimos expressões fatais como "não resistirei" por outras mais mansas, como "sei que vai passar".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Esse o nosso jeito de continuar, o mais eficiente e também o mais cômodo, porque não implica em decisões, apenas em paciência."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Caio Fernando Abreu)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971046398722637515-2740782807748224349?l=pingosdep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~4/8bm6OlLdUi4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/feeds/2740782807748224349/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/04/caio-fernando-abreu.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/2740782807748224349?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/2740782807748224349?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~3/8bm6OlLdUi4/caio-fernando-abreu.html" title="Caio Fernando Abreu" /><author><name>Pris Paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10397642013133058457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4Uy063R4CE/Ts72ySl5n9I/AAAAAAAABho/ZUfWUD5aXF4/s220/xxxx.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X8Mtnrcz4Io/TaXtyMWtneI/AAAAAAAABe4/0LkGUpbZNBI/s72-c/Caio+Fernando+Abreu.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/04/caio-fernando-abreu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkENRn47cCp7ImA9WhZRF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971046398722637515.post-274050332554174083</id><published>2011-04-11T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T11:51:37.008-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-13T11:51:37.008-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pra Ele" /><title>Hello querido diário!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Hoje eu quis parar o tempo.&amp;nbsp;Simplesmente&amp;nbsp;congela-lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tive uma sensação estranha e&amp;nbsp;nostálgica, eu não queria deixa-lo ir novamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por alguns instantes&amp;nbsp;estávamos&amp;nbsp;deitados com carinhos e mimos como antigamente,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;como se novamente eu e ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sei que esses momentos podem se repetir novamente, mas aquele foi especial,&lt;br /&gt;
não sei a descrição do porque,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; eu sentia todos aquelas bobagens que mulheres adoram, o cheiro, o peito ofegante, a respiração, os pés juntos, as mãos fazendo carinho no cabelo, e aquele silencio de palavras onde os gestos diziam tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estar com ele nunca é igual. Os momentos&amp;nbsp;ápice&amp;nbsp;são sempre em horas inesperadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As frases feitas desaparecem quando o coração fala mais alto. Queria poder contar todos os detalhes, mas corro o risco de alguem ler todas as minhas particularidades... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YW-rNKdQCaw/TaOxbh1C2EI/AAAAAAAABd0/UYO3EdnJxm0/s1600/pes+juntos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YW-rNKdQCaw/TaOxbh1C2EI/AAAAAAAABd0/UYO3EdnJxm0/s1600/pes+juntos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Mas gostaria de saber, quem mais pararia o tempo para estar você ? ... "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&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/4971046398722637515-274050332554174083?l=pingosdep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~4/xQxloVfy9U8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/feeds/274050332554174083/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-querido-diario.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/274050332554174083?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/274050332554174083?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~3/xQxloVfy9U8/hello-querido-diario.html" title="Hello querido diário!" /><author><name>Pris Paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10397642013133058457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4Uy063R4CE/Ts72ySl5n9I/AAAAAAAABho/ZUfWUD5aXF4/s220/xxxx.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YW-rNKdQCaw/TaOxbh1C2EI/AAAAAAAABd0/UYO3EdnJxm0/s72-c/pes+juntos.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-querido-diario.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEMRnc9fip7ImA9Wx9XEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971046398722637515.post-4596966887960212026</id><published>2011-01-04T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T19:21:27.966-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-04T19:21:27.966-08:00</app:edited><title>Janus.</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEpuv4lMtCc/TSPjkOxU-XI/AAAAAAAABcw/jYALmd9rzVE/s1600/janus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEpuv4lMtCc/TSPjkOxU-XI/AAAAAAAABcw/jYALmd9rzVE/s200/janus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558536576685111666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Janus&lt;/i&gt; é um dos Deuses mais antigos de Roma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dois rostos, opostos, um para a esquerda, outro para a direita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As duas faces opostas, &lt;i&gt;passado e futuro, interior e exterior, ser ou não &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ser, indivíduo e multidão&lt;/i&gt;, num mesmo deus que era então identificado com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; a completa honestidade, abundância e paz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isso nos ensina que todas as pessoas têm dois lados.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E que devemos aceitar ambos em quem amamos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971046398722637515-4596966887960212026?l=pingosdep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~4/fx7qUdWMeZ8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/feeds/4596966887960212026/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/01/janus.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/4596966887960212026?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/4596966887960212026?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~3/fx7qUdWMeZ8/janus.html" title="Janus." /><author><name>Pris Paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10397642013133058457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4Uy063R4CE/Ts72ySl5n9I/AAAAAAAABho/ZUfWUD5aXF4/s220/xxxx.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEpuv4lMtCc/TSPjkOxU-XI/AAAAAAAABcw/jYALmd9rzVE/s72-c/janus.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/01/janus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMCSH0yeCp7ImA9WhdaFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971046398722637515.post-7980699849313170904</id><published>2010-12-14T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T07:54:29.390-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-25T07:54:29.390-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEpuv4lMtCc/TQf-qylePzI/AAAAAAAABcU/yBbrhHCbkLY/s1600/Chuck-and-Blair-season3-blair-and-chuck-7113342-1024-768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550685076844330802" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEpuv4lMtCc/TQf-qylePzI/AAAAAAAABcU/yBbrhHCbkLY/s200/Chuck-and-Blair-season3-blair-and-chuck-7113342-1024-768.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-weight: normal; 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-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-weight: normal; 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-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-weight: normal; 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-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“Em matéria de amor e guerra, todas as armas machucam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-weight: normal; 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-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; A pergunta é, quem viverá para lutar mais um dia?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971046398722637515-7980699849313170904?l=pingosdep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~4/AI7JvJ3ZdW8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/feeds/7980699849313170904/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2010/12/em-materia-de-amor-e-guerra-todas-as.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/7980699849313170904?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/7980699849313170904?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~3/AI7JvJ3ZdW8/em-materia-de-amor-e-guerra-todas-as.html" title="" /><author><name>Pris Paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10397642013133058457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4Uy063R4CE/Ts72ySl5n9I/AAAAAAAABho/ZUfWUD5aXF4/s220/xxxx.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEpuv4lMtCc/TQf-qylePzI/AAAAAAAABcU/yBbrhHCbkLY/s72-c/Chuck-and-Blair-season3-blair-and-chuck-7113342-1024-768.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2010/12/em-materia-de-amor-e-guerra-todas-as.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQBQH4yfip7ImA9Wx9SGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971046398722637515.post-1606613007316414690</id><published>2010-12-09T19:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T19:39:11.096-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-09T19:39:11.096-08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Odeio me sentir sozinha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acho que não sou a unica no mundo que não gosta disso, né?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu amo a noite, mais a madrugada é muito deprimente quando se esta fechada entre 4 paredes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sem um pingo de sono e um trilhão de coisas passando na sua cabeça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sei que tenho um defeito enorme, eu deixo meus pensamentos me consumirem demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E antes que mais algum engraçadinho venha me falar... Eu confesso que nem todos os meus grandes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;problemas são na verdade o fim do mundo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas, cada um faz seu final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais ai vai meu desabafo: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Homem adora dizer que é homem. Quando na verdade a maioria deles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;são moleques! Mas o pior não é ser moleque é ser uma pessoa sem palavra. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Até ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4971046398722637515-1606613007316414690?l=pingosdep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~4/r-VnDGqx4Io" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/feeds/1606613007316414690/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2010/12/odeio-me-sentir-sozinha-acho-que-nao.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/1606613007316414690?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/1606613007316414690?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~3/r-VnDGqx4Io/odeio-me-sentir-sozinha-acho-que-nao.html" title="" /><author><name>Pris Paiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10397642013133058457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4Uy063R4CE/Ts72ySl5n9I/AAAAAAAABho/ZUfWUD5aXF4/s220/xxxx.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2010/12/odeio-me-sentir-sozinha-acho-que-nao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

