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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu queria te contar que agora não dói mais. Só que agora não importa tanto o que você vai pensar sobre isso. Queria que você soubesse que já vi nossos filmes milhares de vezes e nem chorei. Ok, chorei. Mas pelo filme, e não por você. Queria que você soubesse que tirei a poeira das nossas músicas, e que as ouço quase todos os dias. Porque elas me faziam mais falta do que você fez. Os nossos lugares não são mais nossos. Eu já voltei lá com outras pessoas, e escrevi lá outras histórias… Eu estou aprendendo a tocar violão. E a primeira música que toquei foi aquela música que era uma espécie de hino pra nós dois. Ela é tão linda…e sim, ela continua sendo muito nossa e lembrando demais você. Mas ainda sim, não dói. Você não pergunta essas coisas, mas sei que gostaria de saber. Porque te conheço. E isso não mudou. Do mesmo jeito que adivinhei as coisas ruins que você aprontaria, eu sei as coisas boas que ficaram aí em você e te fazem lembrar de mim. Porque a vida segue. Mas o que foi bonito fica com toda a força. Mesmo que a gente tente apagar com outras coisas bonitas ou leves, certos momentos nem o tempo apaga. E a gente lembra. E já não dói mais. Mas dá saudade. Uma saudade que faz os olhos brilharem por alguns segundos e um sorriso escapar volta e meia, quando a cabeça insiste em trazer a tona, o que o coração vive tentando deixar pra trás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;crev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;er talvez para si mesmo,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;para entender o pulsar da vida,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;para descobrir as inquietações da alma,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;para que a vida demonstre mais clareza,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;para tentar desvendar a mente,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;para não morrer da dor do medo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-size: 15px; 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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;
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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;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1R4paAupges/TuZH9lkL0PI/AAAAAAAABic/xFYIcXZJprg/s1600/tumblr_lntbfdm0zd1qevumro1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="126" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1R4paAupges/TuZH9lkL0PI/AAAAAAAABic/xFYIcXZJprg/s200/tumblr_lntbfdm0zd1qevumro1_500_large.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&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;
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&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;/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;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dfJk02XYdgw/TcmZWdNIaUI/AAAAAAAABfo/86jtq9DxirQ/s1600/cartas-para-julieta-3-cartas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dfJk02XYdgw/TcmZWdNIaUI/AAAAAAAABfo/86jtq9DxirQ/s320/cartas-para-julieta-3-cartas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4971046398722637515-4789390246691919977?l=pingosdep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~4/Fn30zl04G9k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/feeds/4789390246691919977/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/05/carta-das-poesias.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/4789390246691919977?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971046398722637515/posts/default/4789390246691919977?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/MlmM/~3/Fn30zl04G9k/carta-das-poesias.html" title="A carta das poesias" /><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/-dfJk02XYdgw/TcmZWdNIaUI/AAAAAAAABfo/86jtq9DxirQ/s72-c/cartas-para-julieta-3-cartas.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pingosdep.blogspot.com/2011/05/carta-das-poesias.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8GQng_eip7ImA9WhZXGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971046398722637515.post-7035070259664689817</id><published>2011-05-09T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T09:33:43.642-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-09T09:33:43.642-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah! Um bilhão de interrogações, uns três pontinhos de falta de&amp;nbsp;paciência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E um ponto de final de tristeza que anda terminando minhas frases.&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;br /&gt;
" 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;
&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 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;
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