<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;C0ENRnk9eyp7ImA9WhdUFEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154536775077535023</id><updated>2011-09-30T23:48:17.763-07:00</updated><title>Amo, Logo Escrevo!</title><subtitle type='html'>Amar é ótimo, escrever sobre isso é melhor ainda ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Small</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16060220942157744811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0ENRnk8fCp7ImA9WhdUFEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154536775077535023.post-2416355853668601828</id><published>2011-09-30T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T23:48:17.774-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-30T23:48:17.774-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drummond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title>Não deixe o Amor passar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; letter-spacing: 0.05em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;Quando encontrar alguém e esse alguém fizer seu coração parar de funcionar por alguns segundos, preste atenção: pode ser a&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px;"&gt;pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;mais importante da sua vida.&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; letter-spacing: 0.05em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se os olhares se cruzarem e, neste momento,houver o mesmo brilho intenso entre eles, fique alerta: pode ser a pessoa que você está esperando desde o dia em que nasceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; letter-spacing: 0.05em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;taghw&gt;Se o toque dos lábios for intenso, se o beijo for apaixonante, e os olhos se encherem d’água neste momento, perceba: existe algo&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px;"&gt;mágico&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;entre vocês.&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; letter-spacing: 0.05em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se o primeiro e o último pensamento do seu dia for essa pessoa, se a vontade de ficar juntos chegar a apertar o coração, agradeça: Deus te mandou um presente: O Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; letter-spacing: 0.05em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Por isso, preste atenção nos sinais - não deixe que as loucuras do dia-a-dia o deixem cego para a melhor coisa da vida: O AMOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; letter-spacing: 0.05em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; letter-spacing: 0.05em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154536775077535023-2416355853668601828?l=noitesdeocio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://www.facebook.com/pages/Amo-Logo-Escrevo/271335772889087?sk=wall' title='Não deixe o Amor passar'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/feeds/2416355853668601828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154536775077535023&amp;postID=2416355853668601828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/2416355853668601828?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/2416355853668601828?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/2011/09/nao-deixe-o-amor-passar.html' title='Não deixe o Amor passar'/><author><name>Small</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16060220942157744811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Manaus - AM, Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-3.1064093 -60.026429699999994</georss:point><georss:box>-3.7552128000000002 -60.848174699999994 -2.4576058 -59.204684699999994</georss:box></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUcHSX0-eSp7ImA9WhdWFU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154536775077535023.post-2781873143441811562</id><published>2011-06-14T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T16:03:58.351-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-08T16:03:58.351-07:00</app:edited><title>Palavras que nunca foram ditas ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UrF7bjWttW0/TmlFBg24SuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xZSkahrvS5Y/s1600/Desisto.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UrF7bjWttW0/TmlFBg24SuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xZSkahrvS5Y/s320/Desisto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650123099815299810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;Desisto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;De querer encontrar meus olhos nos seus, de acreditar que você seria a pessoa certa para mim...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;Desisto de procurar o seu abraço nesta pessoa que me abraça hoje e de querer tentar encontrar todo dia a namorada que perdi...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;Desisto de sonhar todas as noites com quem você foi e com quem eu fui...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;Desisto de querer te beijar, de querer acordar ao seu lado, de querer ficar a sós com você, desisto...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;Desisto de querer encontrar em todos os casais a nossa (im)provável futura história de amor, de acreditar que aqueles dois personagens são iguais a nós.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;Desisto de procurar em livros explicações pela estranha ligação que mantivemos, de buscar explicações por todo aquele sentimento e como e por que tudo acabou dentro de mim...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;Desisto de querer algo que você jamais poderia me oferecer, VOCÊ de volta, a mesma menina que conhecia e sabia o que era capaz de fazer ate onde era capaz de ir, a mesma pessoa que entregaria minha vida se fosse preciso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;Desisto de ter ciúmes por mensagens, ligações, e-mails e conversas no MSN e etc... Ou alguma amizade próxima demais...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Desisto de achar comparações nas coisas que aconteceram parecidas em nossas vidas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Eu sempre fui leal&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;Desisto de me decepcionar pelas suas atitudes, desisto de pensar que eu estava errado além do mais eu não aceito ficar em segundo plano, não sou seu plano &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;... Se quem você quer não quis ficar contigo, fique sozinha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;Desisto de achar que você é a melhor pessoa que conheci, desisto de te procurar dentro dessa pessoa que hoje &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;convive&lt;/b&gt; comigo... Quem eu amei já não existe há muito tempo...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;Desisto de esperar para que tudo pudesse acontecer, desisto de querer um primeiro-último beijo, desisto de acreditar em todos aqueles falsos sinais...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;Hoje eu desisto de querer ser uma pessoa melhor para te reconquistar, eu desisto de querer ser mais magro, desisto de querer chamar mais atenção que todos os caras aos seus olhos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;Desisto, eu desisto, desisto...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;Deixo todas as minhas cartas na mesa e me retiro. Por todas as expectativas que criei, por todas as mudanças que eu quis, por todas palavras que ficaram presas na minha garganta, pelas palavras que nunca escutei, por todas que eu recusei, pois meu coração estava fechado, pelo meu limite e por tudo mais que esteja faltando nesse texto, eu me sinto no direito de desistir...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;E agora eu desisto... De tudo, de você !!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:13.5pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;(M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;aus, 13/06/11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154536775077535023-2781873143441811562?l=noitesdeocio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/feeds/2781873143441811562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154536775077535023&amp;postID=2781873143441811562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/2781873143441811562?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/2781873143441811562?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/2011/06/palavras-que-nunca-foram-ditas.html' title='Palavras que nunca foram ditas ...'/><author><name>Small</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16060220942157744811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UrF7bjWttW0/TmlFBg24SuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xZSkahrvS5Y/s72-c/Desisto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE4DQHo-eyp7ImA9WhdWFU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154536775077535023.post-2620599383084940119</id><published>2011-05-27T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T16:02:51.453-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-08T16:02:51.453-07:00</app:edited><title>Amar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qnraf8EV8oY/Td_EZ6bXzbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Y_G_tM6IZQM/s1600/images.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qnraf8EV8oY/Td_EZ6bXzbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Y_G_tM6IZQM/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611419610186763698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Falamos à beça de amor. Apesar das nossas singularidades, temos pelo menos esse desejo em comum: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;queremos amar e ser amados&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Amados, de preferência, com o requinte da incondicionalidade. Na celebração das nossas conquistas e na constatação dos nossos fracassos. No apogeu do nosso vigor e no tempo do nosso abatimento. No momento da nossa alegria e no alvorecer da nossa dor. Na prática das nossas virtudes e no embaraço das nossas falhas. Mas não é preciso viver muito para percebermos (nos nossos gestos e nos alheios) que não é assim que costuma acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Temos facilidade para amar o outro nos seus tempos de harmonia. Quando realiza. Quando progride. Quando sua vida está organizada e seu coração está contente. Quando não há inabilidade alguma na nossa relação. Fácil amar o outro aparentemente pronto. Aparentemente inteiro. Aparentemente estável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Fácil amar aqueles que parecem ter criado, ao longo da vida, um tipo de máscara que lhes permite ter a mesma cara quando o time ganha e quando o cachorro morre. Fácil amar quem não demonstra experimentar aqueles sentimentos que parecem politicamente incorretos nos outros, embora costumem ser justificáveis em nós. Fácil amar quando somos ouvidos mais do que nos permitimos ouvir. Fácil amar aqueles que vivem noites terríveis, mas na manhã seguinte se apresentam sem olheiras, e a barba atualizada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;É fácil amar o outro na mesa de um restaurante, quando o papo é leve, o riso é farto. Nos passeios, após o cinema, quando se pode filosofar sobre o enredo e as personagens com fluência. Nos corredores dos shoppings, quando se divide os novos sonhos de consumo, imediato ou futuro. É fácil amar o outro nas férias de verão, no churrasco de domingo, nos &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;encontros&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;erotizados&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, nas festas agendadas no calendário do de vez em quando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Difícil é amar quando o outro desaba. Quando não acredita em mais nada. E entende tudo errado. E paralisa. E se vitimiza. E perde o charme. O prazo. A identidade. E fala o tempo todo do seu drama com a mesma mágoa. Difícil é amar quando o outro fica cada vez mais diferente do que habitualmente ele se mostra ou mais parecido com alguém que não aceitamos que ele esteja. Difícil é permanecer ao seu lado quando parece que todos já foram embora. Quando as cortinas se abrem e ele não vê mais ninguém na plateia. Quando até a própria alma parece haver se retirado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Difícil é amar quando já não encontramos motivos que justifiquem o nosso amor, acostumados que estamos a achar que o amor precisa estar sempre acompanhado de explicação. Difícil é amar quando parece existir somente &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;apesar de&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Difícil é amar quando o outro nos inquieta. Quando os seus medos denunciam os nossos e põem em risco o propósito que muitas vezes alimentamos de não demonstrar fragilidade. Quando a exibição das suas dores expõe, de alguma forma, também as nossas, as conhecidas e as anônimas. Quando o seu pedido de ajuda, verbalizado ou não, exige que a gente saia do nosso egoísmo, do nosso sossego, da nossa rigidez, para caminhar ao seu encontro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Difícil é amar quem não está se amando. Mas esse talvez seja o tempo em que o outro mais precise se sentir amado. Para entender, basta abrirmos os olhos para dentro e lembrar das fases em que, por mais que quiséssemos, também não conseguíamos nos amar. A empatia pode ser uma grande aliada do amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;, procure me amar quando eu menos merecer, porque é quando eu cert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;amente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;mais precis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;arei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154536775077535023-2620599383084940119?l=noitesdeocio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/feeds/2620599383084940119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154536775077535023&amp;postID=2620599383084940119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/2620599383084940119?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/2620599383084940119?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/2011/05/amar.html' title='Amar...'/><author><name>Small</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16060220942157744811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qnraf8EV8oY/Td_EZ6bXzbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Y_G_tM6IZQM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUIBQn8ycCp7ImA9WhdWFU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154536775077535023.post-7910897461601735930</id><published>2011-05-11T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T16:12:33.198-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-08T16:12:33.198-07:00</app:edited><title>Ela, somente Ela</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-line-height-alt: 12.0pt;mso-outline-level:3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 22px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ela, somente Ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Que tem o rosto mais lindo que já vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Que já contemplei cada traço mas não canso de olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Pode ser meu maior tesouro ou meu maior arrependimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Pode até ser este verso em forma de música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ou a música que nunca tivemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Pode ser as noites que faltaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ou aquelas que ainda virão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Pode ser tudo que quiser, tudo que desejar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ela e somente ela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tem o dom de ser a mais linda dentre todas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tem o poder de cativar com um simples gesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;De amar alem dos limites, de sonhar e acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ela que soube como me domar, que soube como me transformar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Que me fez melhor a cada dia, melhor para ela, melhor para nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ela que foi meu primeiro amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Meu amor de infância, meu guia, meu inicio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Pode até não saber, mas hoje estou aqui para dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ela e somente ela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Que sempre nos acalma em meio ao caos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Sempre nos seduz com o olhar e nos encanta sem notar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ela que nunca soube me ver chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Nunca conseguiu me compreentender, mas hoje estou aqui para dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ela e somente ela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Pode ser o único amor que eu vou experimentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Pode ser minha única chance de melhorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Meu verdadeiro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Minha companheira, Minha amiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ela nunca soube o que vim falar, mas hoje estou aqui para contar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ela e somente ela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Pode ser a razão pela qual cheguei aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Pode ser o motivo de nunca desistir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;De sonhar e acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Porque ela e somente ela, me ensinou a ser assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;E é só com ela que eu quero envelhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;E é só para ela que eu vou cantar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Você e somente você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;É tudo que sempre sonhei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tudo que sempre desejei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tudo que eu preciso para ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Minha risada, minha alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;O sentido da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;E tudo que esta música quer dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;É que sempre será você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;E somente você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;( Letra: Arthur Augusto / Música: Em fase de Conclusão por Marcia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2154536775077535023-7910897461601735930?l=noitesdeocio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/feeds/7910897461601735930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154536775077535023&amp;postID=7910897461601735930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/7910897461601735930?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/7910897461601735930?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/2011/05/ela-somente-ela.html' title='Ela, somente Ela'/><author><name>Small</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16060220942157744811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ck4HRHczfip7ImA9WhZXEk0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154536775077535023.post-3257638155884303646</id><published>2011-04-30T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T15:02:15.986-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-30T15:02:15.986-07:00</app:edited><title>Não há mais nada que eu possa fazer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Se eu te amo, eu te deixo partir. Se eu te amo e te quero bem, não te procuro mais. Preciso te deixar ser feliz, mesmo que isso me traga os piores dias da minha vida. Preciso soltar você e ver você livre para ser tudo que desejas, longe de mim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Um dia eu tive seu amor, um dia você cantou para eu dormir, me colocou no colo e me protegeu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Um dia... Você correu pros meus braços, subiu no meu tontom, me amou pra valer...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Um dia... Nós dividimos sonhos, embarcamos no mesmo barco, sorrimos juntos, nos amamos pra valer...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Um dia... Fomos exemplo, fomos invejados, fomos cobiçados, por que nos amávamos pra valer...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Um dia eu fui inteiramente seu...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Um dia eu fui bom pra nós dois...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Um dia fui companheiro, amigo e leal...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Você me amou!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Depois fui inteiramente meu,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Depois fui um peso pra nós dois,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Fui infiel e desleal...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;E você deixou de me amar!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Hoje não tenho mais nada para dizer, já pedi perdão, mas não há o que perdoar se não te fere mais...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Já pedi outra chance, a última, mas não há motivo para tentar se você não acredita mais...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Te perdi, não pelas vezes que traí tua confiança, te perdi porque deixei a muito tempo atrás de provar meu amor por você, deixei você acreditar que não te amava, que você amava sozinha, esse foi meu maior erro de todos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Só queria terminar esse texto, que não é verso, muito menos poema, que não foi feito pra rimar ou ter simetria, que apenas saiu por que eu precisava dizer e explicar a vc e ao mundo ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;–  Não estou desistindo, estou apenas te deixando viver e ser feliz, por que sei que pouco fiz pela tua felicidade, e se eu te amo de verdade eu te deixo ir...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Mas saiba que aprendi a ser um homem bem melhor, com você e por você!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Você sempre estará em meus sonhos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Arthur Augusto (28 de Abril de 2011)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154536775077535023-3257638155884303646?l=noitesdeocio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/feeds/3257638155884303646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154536775077535023&amp;postID=3257638155884303646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/3257638155884303646?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/3257638155884303646?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-ha-mais-nada-que-eu-possa-fazer.html' title='Não há mais nada que eu possa fazer...'/><author><name>Small</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16060220942157744811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUIFSXYzfip7ImA9WhdWFU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154536775077535023.post-8782326686640972576</id><published>2011-04-28T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T16:11:58.886-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-08T16:11:58.886-07:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Htzz3vofBvU/TblhMWoJxMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K5C8Xs6qsT0/s1600/CRISS.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Cartas de Amor geralmente não começam assim...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas não há outro modo de começar sem antes te explicar algo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mesmo que amar nos isente de qualquer explicação,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Preciso dizer, não da para simplesmente desistir...De você!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Você talvez seja minha única esperança, ou a última.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Não porque eu não possa me apaixonar novamente,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;mas porque sempre que eu desejar estar com alguém...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;...esse alguém será você!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Você é a única pessoa responsável por este sentimento.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;E eu me entrego totalmente a você se assim você quiser.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Posso ate dar teu nome a uma estrela, ou ela para você!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Posso tentar para o vento, a brisa do mar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;O sol, a chuva, e te dar um dia perfeito.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Posso fazer mil coisas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Menos fazer com que você me ame, como eu amo você.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas será que tudo isso é realmente AMOR ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Se amar é pensar em você 24 hs por dia,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Não Conseguir dormir.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;E quando dormir, sonhar com você,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Ir trabalhar pensando que posso te ver a qualquer instante,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Fechar os olhos e imaginar teu rosto,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Teu sorriso, tua voz, teu cheiro e teu gosto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Será que tudo isso é AMOR?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;E se você me amar como eu te amo...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu prometo que ate meus dias findarem,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Continuarei a sentir o que sinto hoje por você.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;E querer o que quero hoje com você.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;E todos os dias eu agradecerei por ter te encontrado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;E por você ter sido muito mais do que eu esperava.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Agradecerei pelo seu sorriso,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Pelo seu carinho, pela sinceridade e compreensão.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Enfim, vou agradecer por você existir em minha vida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;E pensarei em você ate meu último dia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;E por toda a eternidade...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Por que agora, mais do que nunca eu tenho a total certeza...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Que AMO MUITO VOCÊ !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154536775077535023-8782326686640972576?l=noitesdeocio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/feeds/8782326686640972576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154536775077535023&amp;postID=8782326686640972576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/8782326686640972576?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/8782326686640972576?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/2011/04/cartas-de-amor-geralmente-nao-comecam.html' title=''/><author><name>Small</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16060220942157744811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEAGQHo-fSp7ImA9WhZQFkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154536775077535023.post-8931008711850469918</id><published>2011-04-24T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T18:58:41.455-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-24T18:58:41.455-07:00</app:edited><title>Pensando em Você !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d497dae412363dc6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Quero que você saiba de uma coisa, para tudo que precisar estarei aqui... Pronto para te ajudar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Quando sentires vontade de Chorar ... Não Chore, pode me chamar que eu conto uma piada pra você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Quando sentir vontade de Sorrir ... Me avise, que corro ai para sorrimos juntos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Quando sentires vontade de Amar... Me avise, que eu venho amar você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Quando sentir que esta tudo acabado... Me chame, que eu lhe ajudo a reconstruir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Quando o mundo for pequeno demais para suas tristezas... Me chame, eu faço dele pequeno demais para suas alegrias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Quando precisares de uma mão... Me chame, eu tenho duas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Quando precisar de companhia para os dias nublados, tristes ... Me chame, eu vou, vou sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Quando precisar ouvir " Eu Te Amo" ... Me chame, eu repito mil vezes sem parar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;E quando você não precisar mais de mim ... Me avise, eu simplesmente irei embora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Por que as pessoas podem ate entrar em nossas vidas por acaso, mas não é por acaso que elas permanecem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Amo Muito Você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2154536775077535023-8931008711850469918?l=noitesdeocio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/feeds/8931008711850469918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154536775077535023&amp;postID=8931008711850469918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/8931008711850469918?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/8931008711850469918?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/2011/04/pensando-em-voce.html' title='Pensando em Você !'/><author><name>Small</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16060220942157744811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU8CSXk_cCp7ImA9WhZQEk0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154536775077535023.post-280421966099711371</id><published>2011-04-18T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T02:04:28.748-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-19T02:04:28.748-07:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kp_dGULUXzo/Ta1P_01Y4QI/AAAAAAAAAEE/smKlbATBn9k/s1600/DSC03163.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kp_dGULUXzo/Ta1P_01Y4QI/AAAAAAAAAEE/smKlbATBn9k/s200/DSC03163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597217869824319746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noite difícil, dia pior ainda....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;Acordei sobressaltado, sonhei varias vezes com Ela, não sei como mas todos os sonhos eram de momentos que já vivi, como se fosse um flashback, um filme dos melhores momentos vividos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;Ontem resolvi passear, fui a lugares que um dia foram nossos, fui ver o lago do Parque dos Bilhares onde várias vezes sentamos e admiramos aquele lugar.  Lembrei de cada conversa, cada sorriso. Lembrei de quando observávamos os outros casais namorando, sempre surgia uma piadinha que nos fazia sorrir. Lembrei das vezes que juntos observávamos os casais mais velhos e comentávamos que seriamos nós em alguns anos... Chorei... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;Tudo estava igual, o lago, a ponte de madeira, a arvore... Só que ao meu lado faltava você.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;Comprei um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;a href="https://encrypted.google.com/search?hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;biw=1024&amp;amp;bih=677&amp;amp;prmdo=1&amp;amp;nfpr=1&amp;amp;tbm=blg&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=EkusTZj0CsGa0QHioLX5CA&amp;amp;ved=0CCEQBSgA&amp;amp;q=Milkshake&amp;amp;spell=1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Milk-shake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  de amendoim Crocante.. Somente. Faltava você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Vi coisas que certamente viriam acompanhadas de um comentário seu, mas você não estava lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Pensei muito sobre os caminhos que me levaram ate aquele momento. E percebi o momento exato que você soltou minha mão... Não foi na tarde do dia 16 de abril, foi muito antes, e eu não percebi isso a tempo. E agora você se foi... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Não sei como agüentarei os próximos dias, mas vou viver na esperança de vê novamente seu sorriso lindo a me dizer " Eu amo vc"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Sds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;(18 de Abril de 2011)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &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/2154536775077535023-280421966099711371?l=noitesdeocio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/feeds/280421966099711371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154536775077535023&amp;postID=280421966099711371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/280421966099711371?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/280421966099711371?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/2011/04/noite-dificil-dia-pior-ainda.html' title=''/><author><name>Small</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16060220942157744811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kp_dGULUXzo/Ta1P_01Y4QI/AAAAAAAAAEE/smKlbATBn9k/s72-c/DSC03163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkUCSHg9eCp7ImA9WhZQEEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154536775077535023.post-2789581472934402804</id><published>2011-04-16T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T05:44:29.660-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-17T05:44:29.660-07:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XKIcrMMYNHY/Tape_UdAd1I/AAAAAAAAADs/UM9uXIdwpkQ/s1600/2002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XKIcrMMYNHY/Tape_UdAd1I/AAAAAAAAADs/UM9uXIdwpkQ/s200/2002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596389928876406610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yITgtt5xz-E/TapJEL79GtI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZS2GbK3PsBI/s1600/escolha1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Às vezes não nos damos conta do tempo que consumimos com desejos pequenos, coisas de momento. Ás vezes não nos damos conta que a vida passa rápido e enquanto nos prendemos a coisas banais ela nos leva algo que só nos faz falta quando já se foi...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Escolhas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alguém disse uma vez que os dedos florescem quando o coração chora. Hoje é exatamente assim que me sinto. Com o coração partido, em frangalhos, sinto uma vontade quase que incontrolável de escrever. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Faz muito tempo desde á ultima vez. Parei porque ninguém me lia, porque tinha preguiça, porque já não me interessava. Mas hoje ao chegar em casa com o coração dolorido, apertado, cheio de duvidas sobre o futuro, surge uma única certeza. Preciso Escrever!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E escrevo exatamente sobre isso, sobre as escolhas que fazemos ao longo da vida, que sempre nos levam a destinos que refletem exatamente o curso que elas alteraram. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sei que não estou sendo muito claro, é difícil escrever sobre um tema que é tão presente, tão vivo hoje em mim. Olho para trás e percebo a quantidade de escolhas erradas que fiz sem pensar nas conseqüências que elas me trariam. Durante muito tempo fiz escolhas por fazer, sem pensar nas conseqüências, sem pensar que cada uma delas me levaria ao mesmo lugar. E hoje elas cobraram seu preço.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Vejo-me perdido, sem saber o que fazer, para onde ir, tudo por conta de escolhas que fiz ao longo de uma vida egoísta e mesquinha. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Escolhi que EU era mais importante que qualquer um, que EU deveria importar-me única e exclusivamente comigo. Que EU estava sempre certo e que EU sempre fazia as escolhas certas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hoje a única Escolha que gostaria de poder fazer é voltar quatro anos atrás... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Num tempo que não havia magoas, num tempo que só existia uma admiração mutua. Só existia o amor crescendo aos poucos... Só existíamos nós dois.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Minhas escolhas erradas me trouxeram aqui e hoje foi duro. Difícil ouvir “Eu não te amo mais” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Na hora escolhi tentar ser forte, não consegui. Escolhi não chorar, não deu. Escolhi ir embora, não fui. Depois escolhi Implorar, suplicar, esqueci completamente o significado da palavra orgulho e me ajoelhei, pedi que não, que não fosse verdade... Mas era.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Eu não te amo mais”... Aquelas palavras eram exatamente o ponto final, a conseqüência das minhas escolhas, dos meus erros. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Poderia ter escolhido desistir, seria fácil na atual circunstância. Mas em vez disso, escolhi lutar, por aquele amor valeria apena. Mesmo que isso não me levasse a lugar algum, ou me levasse a um destino não muito bom eu LUTARIA. Errada ou Certa essa foi minha Escolha e eu assumo de peito aberto todas as conseqüências que ela me trouxer, pois la na frente, no futuro, essa simples Escolha pode me trazer um verdadeiro &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“Eu amo você!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A vida nos obriga a fazer escolhas todos os dias, e nem sempre elas são escolhas certas, mas de que vale erra se não houver aprendizado? O importante é que no final sempre haverá a possibilidade de se Escolher um novo caminho.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Te Amo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154536775077535023-2789581472934402804?l=noitesdeocio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/feeds/2789581472934402804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154536775077535023&amp;postID=2789581472934402804&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/2789581472934402804?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/2789581472934402804?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-vezes-nao-nos-damos-conta-do-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Small</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16060220942157744811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XKIcrMMYNHY/Tape_UdAd1I/AAAAAAAAADs/UM9uXIdwpkQ/s72-c/2002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkcHRHY4eip7ImA9WxRbF0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154536775077535023.post-6722417874702080978</id><published>2008-12-08T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:33:55.832-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-12-08T18:33:55.832-08:00</app:edited><title>Frases Publicadas no Eu Acho - Orkut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtNXphE8HgQ/ST3UDwZRjHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2GVlc_HJ_s8/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277607499343694962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtNXphE8HgQ/ST3UDwZRjHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2GVlc_HJ_s8/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="dv_title_msg_2139" onclick="loadPage('?action=detail&amp;amp;tid=2139');" href="http://9ourditqjdu0vdrt378i3p6fb1eo5pkl.a.orkut.gmodules.com/gadgets/ifr?url=http%3A%2F%2Fopensocial.bizimsiteler.com%2Forkut%2Feuacho%2Finit%2F&amp;amp;parent=http://www.orkut.com.br&amp;amp;lang=pt&amp;amp;country=BR&amp;amp;synd=orkut&amp;amp;view=canvas&amp;amp;mid=0&amp;amp;libs=analytics%3Acontent-rewrite%3Adynamic-height%3Aviews%3Aopensocial-0.7&amp;amp;h=600&amp;amp;st=AFinprRuQgCIJxy5UA4xPnfUHeVobgJMOMy5asqrVoUdg4JEidfbLRjSijz_q45wFqmU8WBAJBoOhbhs80_9c508_SDXw9wk7_HVD98JBtDzoz_GDoVepW8#gadgetId=253773013785&amp;amp;gadgetOwner=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;gadgetViewer=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;view-params=&amp;amp;prefetch=0p0#dtop"&gt;Eu desejo q vc tnha um amor, e q ele cante p vc dormir e t acorde com bjs, q cuide da sua saúde e se preocupe com vc, q te faça sorrir e principalmente sonhar, desejo q vc sja amada(o) e jamais desperdice isso.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="dv_title_msg_2117" onclick="loadPage('?action=detail&amp;amp;tid=2117');" href="http://9ourditqjdu0vdrt378i3p6fb1eo5pkl.a.orkut.gmodules.com/gadgets/ifr?url=http%3A%2F%2Fopensocial.bizimsiteler.com%2Forkut%2Feuacho%2Finit%2F&amp;amp;parent=http://www.orkut.com.br&amp;amp;lang=pt&amp;amp;country=BR&amp;amp;synd=orkut&amp;amp;view=canvas&amp;amp;mid=0&amp;amp;libs=analytics%3Acontent-rewrite%3Adynamic-height%3Aviews%3Aopensocial-0.7&amp;amp;h=600&amp;amp;st=AFinprRuQgCIJxy5UA4xPnfUHeVobgJMOMy5asqrVoUdg4JEidfbLRjSijz_q45wFqmU8WBAJBoOhbhs80_9c508_SDXw9wk7_HVD98JBtDzoz_GDoVepW8#gadgetId=253773013785&amp;amp;gadgetOwner=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;gadgetViewer=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;view-params=&amp;amp;prefetch=0p0#dtop"&gt;Eu acho, primeiramente eu não `acho`, eu penso, e penso que ninguém deve mendigar amor, o amor tem que ser recíproco e se não for é por que não é amor...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="dv_title_msg_78557" onclick="loadPage('?action=detail&amp;amp;tid=78557');" href="http://9ourditqjdu0vdrt378i3p6fb1eo5pkl.a.orkut.gmodules.com/gadgets/ifr?url=http%3A%2F%2Fopensocial.bizimsiteler.com%2Forkut%2Feuacho%2Finit%2F&amp;amp;parent=http://www.orkut.com.br&amp;amp;lang=pt&amp;amp;country=BR&amp;amp;synd=orkut&amp;amp;view=canvas&amp;amp;mid=0&amp;amp;libs=analytics%3Acontent-rewrite%3Adynamic-height%3Aviews%3Aopensocial-0.7&amp;amp;h=600&amp;amp;st=AFinprTj8UCUQ9eGq1vCV0Adh5qaoMWPfzTyaGKT1NZ8zujVKATwdE87Ou5Zd8H9lVjIcydnDcq_AveKLuZH9pZc6lYItCxcnq6NrWAXkVUamAm8bHm_ATM#gadgetId=253773013785&amp;amp;gadgetOwner=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;gadgetViewer=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;view-params=&amp;amp;prefetch=0p0#dtop"&gt;Eu desejo que vc jamais tenha medo de pedir perdão. que reconheça seus erros e saiba a hora de parar. que não tenha medo de erra e que viva um dia após o outro na certeza que fez o melhor de si.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="dv_title_msg_77316" onclick="loadPage('?action=detail&amp;amp;tid=77316');" href="http://9ourditqjdu0vdrt378i3p6fb1eo5pkl.a.orkut.gmodules.com/gadgets/ifr?url=http%3A%2F%2Fopensocial.bizimsiteler.com%2Forkut%2Feuacho%2Finit%2F&amp;amp;parent=http://www.orkut.com.br&amp;amp;lang=pt&amp;amp;country=BR&amp;amp;synd=orkut&amp;amp;view=canvas&amp;amp;mid=0&amp;amp;libs=analytics%3Acontent-rewrite%3Adynamic-height%3Aviews%3Aopensocial-0.7&amp;amp;h=600&amp;amp;st=AFinprTj8UCUQ9eGq1vCV0Adh5qaoMWPfzTyaGKT1NZ8zujVKATwdE87Ou5Zd8H9lVjIcydnDcq_AveKLuZH9pZc6lYItCxcnq6NrWAXkVUamAm8bHm_ATM#gadgetId=253773013785&amp;amp;gadgetOwner=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;gadgetViewer=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;view-params=&amp;amp;prefetch=0p0#dtop"&gt;Eu acho, q dssa vz te vais de vez, nem olhas pra tras, apenas te vais. meu copor parado só te observa partir e a dstância cria um absmo entre nós e do absmo o slencio, do slencio a magoa e da magoa o fim.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="dv_title_msg_60098" onclick="loadPage('?action=detail&amp;amp;tid=60098');" href="http://9ourditqjdu0vdrt378i3p6fb1eo5pkl.a.orkut.gmodules.com/gadgets/ifr?url=http%3A%2F%2Fopensocial.bizimsiteler.com%2Forkut%2Feuacho%2Finit%2F&amp;amp;parent=http://www.orkut.com.br&amp;amp;lang=pt&amp;amp;country=BR&amp;amp;synd=orkut&amp;amp;view=canvas&amp;amp;mid=0&amp;amp;libs=analytics%3Acontent-rewrite%3Adynamic-height%3Aviews%3Aopensocial-0.7&amp;amp;h=600&amp;amp;st=AFinprTj8UCUQ9eGq1vCV0Adh5qaoMWPfzTyaGKT1NZ8zujVKATwdE87Ou5Zd8H9lVjIcydnDcq_AveKLuZH9pZc6lYItCxcnq6NrWAXkVUamAm8bHm_ATM#gadgetId=253773013785&amp;amp;gadgetOwner=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;gadgetViewer=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;view-params=&amp;amp;prefetch=0p0#dtop"&gt;Eu acho, q t amei a 1ª vista, te amei de kra logo que vi tua pele clara e teus cabelos louros cor de sol, te amo agora como jamais amei e me entrego a esse amor anônimo esperando que passes por mim outra vez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="dv_title_msg_60095" onclick="loadPage('?action=detail&amp;amp;tid=60095');" href="http://9ourditqjdu0vdrt378i3p6fb1eo5pkl.a.orkut.gmodules.com/gadgets/ifr?url=http%3A%2F%2Fopensocial.bizimsiteler.com%2Forkut%2Feuacho%2Finit%2F&amp;amp;parent=http://www.orkut.com.br&amp;amp;lang=pt&amp;amp;country=BR&amp;amp;synd=orkut&amp;amp;view=canvas&amp;amp;mid=0&amp;amp;libs=analytics%3Acontent-rewrite%3Adynamic-height%3Aviews%3Aopensocial-0.7&amp;amp;h=600&amp;amp;st=AFinprTj8UCUQ9eGq1vCV0Adh5qaoMWPfzTyaGKT1NZ8zujVKATwdE87Ou5Zd8H9lVjIcydnDcq_AveKLuZH9pZc6lYItCxcnq6NrWAXkVUamAm8bHm_ATM#gadgetId=253773013785&amp;amp;gadgetOwner=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;gadgetViewer=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;view-params=&amp;amp;prefetch=0p0#dtop"&gt;Eu desejo amores impossíveis, difíceis, inalcançáveis, desejo-os arduamente, pois nada vai se igualar a sensação de vitória quando conquista-los.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="dv_title_msg_57716" onclick="loadPage('?action=detail&amp;amp;tid=57716');" href="http://9ourditqjdu0vdrt378i3p6fb1eo5pkl.a.orkut.gmodules.com/gadgets/ifr?url=http%3A%2F%2Fopensocial.bizimsiteler.com%2Forkut%2Feuacho%2Finit%2F&amp;amp;parent=http://www.orkut.com.br&amp;amp;lang=pt&amp;amp;country=BR&amp;amp;synd=orkut&amp;amp;view=canvas&amp;amp;mid=0&amp;amp;libs=analytics%3Acontent-rewrite%3Adynamic-height%3Aviews%3Aopensocial-0.7&amp;amp;h=600&amp;amp;st=AFinprTj8UCUQ9eGq1vCV0Adh5qaoMWPfzTyaGKT1NZ8zujVKATwdE87Ou5Zd8H9lVjIcydnDcq_AveKLuZH9pZc6lYItCxcnq6NrWAXkVUamAm8bHm_ATM#gadgetId=253773013785&amp;amp;gadgetOwner=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;gadgetViewer=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;view-params=&amp;amp;prefetch=0p0#dtop"&gt;Eu desejo um amor, algo novo q eu nunca tenha encontrado, q me faça sorrir sem motivo e chorar por qlqr coisa, eu desejo um amor para ficar ao meu lado e sendo assim nunca mais sentir q estou sozinho.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="dv_title_msg_27011" onclick="loadPage('?action=detail&amp;amp;tid=27011');" href="http://9ourditqjdu0vdrt378i3p6fb1eo5pkl.a.orkut.gmodules.com/gadgets/ifr?url=http%3A%2F%2Fopensocial.bizimsiteler.com%2Forkut%2Feuacho%2Finit%2F&amp;amp;parent=http://www.orkut.com.br&amp;amp;lang=pt&amp;amp;country=BR&amp;amp;synd=orkut&amp;amp;view=canvas&amp;amp;mid=0&amp;amp;libs=analytics%3Acontent-rewrite%3Adynamic-height%3Aviews%3Aopensocial-0.7&amp;amp;h=600&amp;amp;st=AFinprTj8UCUQ9eGq1vCV0Adh5qaoMWPfzTyaGKT1NZ8zujVKATwdE87Ou5Zd8H9lVjIcydnDcq_AveKLuZH9pZc6lYItCxcnq6NrWAXkVUamAm8bHm_ATM#gadgetId=253773013785&amp;amp;gadgetOwner=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;gadgetViewer=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;view-params=&amp;amp;prefetch=0p0#dtop"&gt;Eu desejo viver 1 dia de cada vz, sm pressa, sm correria, dsejo apenas viver intnsamente cada instante que poder, cada canto, cada chuva, musica! e qndo meus dias terminarem q meu único dsejo sja o de recomeç&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="dv_title_msg_26419" onclick="loadPage('?action=detail&amp;amp;tid=26419');" href="http://9ourditqjdu0vdrt378i3p6fb1eo5pkl.a.orkut.gmodules.com/gadgets/ifr?url=http%3A%2F%2Fopensocial.bizimsiteler.com%2Forkut%2Feuacho%2Finit%2F&amp;amp;parent=http://www.orkut.com.br&amp;amp;lang=pt&amp;amp;country=BR&amp;amp;synd=orkut&amp;amp;view=canvas&amp;amp;mid=0&amp;amp;libs=analytics%3Acontent-rewrite%3Adynamic-height%3Aviews%3Aopensocial-0.7&amp;amp;h=600&amp;amp;st=AFinprTj8UCUQ9eGq1vCV0Adh5qaoMWPfzTyaGKT1NZ8zujVKATwdE87Ou5Zd8H9lVjIcydnDcq_AveKLuZH9pZc6lYItCxcnq6NrWAXkVUamAm8bHm_ATM#gadgetId=253773013785&amp;amp;gadgetOwner=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;gadgetViewer=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;view-params=&amp;amp;prefetch=0p0#dtop"&gt;Eu acho, que tudo pode ser alcançado, nada pode ser considerado tão difícil que mereça nossa desistência, somos vencedores quando buscamos e lutamos por nossas vitórias. por tanto, busque lute e vença!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="dv_title_msg_26401" onclick="loadPage('?action=detail&amp;amp;tid=26401');" href="http://9ourditqjdu0vdrt378i3p6fb1eo5pkl.a.orkut.gmodules.com/gadgets/ifr?url=http%3A%2F%2Fopensocial.bizimsiteler.com%2Forkut%2Feuacho%2Finit%2F&amp;amp;parent=http://www.orkut.com.br&amp;amp;lang=pt&amp;amp;country=BR&amp;amp;synd=orkut&amp;amp;view=canvas&amp;amp;mid=0&amp;amp;libs=analytics%3Acontent-rewrite%3Adynamic-height%3Aviews%3Aopensocial-0.7&amp;amp;h=600&amp;amp;st=AFinprTj8UCUQ9eGq1vCV0Adh5qaoMWPfzTyaGKT1NZ8zujVKATwdE87Ou5Zd8H9lVjIcydnDcq_AveKLuZH9pZc6lYItCxcnq6NrWAXkVUamAm8bHm_ATM#gadgetId=253773013785&amp;amp;gadgetOwner=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;gadgetViewer=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;view-params=&amp;amp;prefetch=0p0#dtop"&gt;Eu desejo q vc meu amor sja sempre assim, q os anos não te tirem a graça e a alegria de hje, q minhas piadas continuem a te encantar e minhas dores de kbeça te deem 1 motivo para me ninar, apenas desejo!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="dv_title_msg_20001" onclick="loadPage('?action=detail&amp;amp;tid=20001');" href="http://9ourditqjdu0vdrt378i3p6fb1eo5pkl.a.orkut.gmodules.com/gadgets/ifr?url=http%3A%2F%2Fopensocial.bizimsiteler.com%2Forkut%2Feuacho%2Finit%2F&amp;amp;parent=http://www.orkut.com.br&amp;amp;lang=pt&amp;amp;country=BR&amp;amp;synd=orkut&amp;amp;view=canvas&amp;amp;mid=0&amp;amp;libs=analytics%3Acontent-rewrite%3Adynamic-height%3Aviews%3Aopensocial-0.7&amp;amp;h=600&amp;amp;st=AFinprTj8UCUQ9eGq1vCV0Adh5qaoMWPfzTyaGKT1NZ8zujVKATwdE87Ou5Zd8H9lVjIcydnDcq_AveKLuZH9pZc6lYItCxcnq6NrWAXkVUamAm8bHm_ATM#gadgetId=253773013785&amp;amp;gadgetOwner=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;gadgetViewer=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;view-params=&amp;amp;prefetch=0p0#dtop"&gt;Felizmente existe um amor para cada um de nós, perto ou longe, não importa, sabemos que esta ali. e um dia, seja no elevador, sinal de trânsito ou numa linha cruzada, nós vamos encontrá-lo e vivê-lo intensamente.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="dv_title_msg_4258" onclick="loadPage('?action=detail&amp;amp;tid=4258');" href="http://9ourditqjdu0vdrt378i3p6fb1eo5pkl.a.orkut.gmodules.com/gadgets/ifr?url=http%3A%2F%2Fopensocial.bizimsiteler.com%2Forkut%2Feuacho%2Finit%2F&amp;amp;parent=http://www.orkut.com.br&amp;amp;lang=pt&amp;amp;country=BR&amp;amp;synd=orkut&amp;amp;view=canvas&amp;amp;mid=0&amp;amp;libs=analytics%3Acontent-rewrite%3Adynamic-height%3Aviews%3Aopensocial-0.7&amp;amp;h=600&amp;amp;st=AFinprTj8UCUQ9eGq1vCV0Adh5qaoMWPfzTyaGKT1NZ8zujVKATwdE87Ou5Zd8H9lVjIcydnDcq_AveKLuZH9pZc6lYItCxcnq6NrWAXkVUamAm8bHm_ATM#gadgetId=253773013785&amp;amp;gadgetOwner=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;gadgetViewer=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;view-params=&amp;amp;prefetch=0p0#dtop"&gt;Eu desejo que seu amor seja seu amigo, que seja confiavel, leal e sincero, desejo que suas noites sejam longas e seus dias eternos feriados para que vocês possam aproveitar bem e sempre a cia um do outro.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="dv_title_msg_2198" onclick="loadPage('?action=detail&amp;amp;tid=2198');" href="http://9ourditqjdu0vdrt378i3p6fb1eo5pkl.a.orkut.gmodules.com/gadgets/ifr?url=http%3A%2F%2Fopensocial.bizimsiteler.com%2Forkut%2Feuacho%2Finit%2F&amp;amp;parent=http://www.orkut.com.br&amp;amp;lang=pt&amp;amp;country=BR&amp;amp;synd=orkut&amp;amp;view=canvas&amp;amp;mid=0&amp;amp;libs=analytics%3Acontent-rewrite%3Adynamic-height%3Aviews%3Aopensocial-0.7&amp;amp;h=600&amp;amp;st=AFinprTj8UCUQ9eGq1vCV0Adh5qaoMWPfzTyaGKT1NZ8zujVKATwdE87Ou5Zd8H9lVjIcydnDcq_AveKLuZH9pZc6lYItCxcnq6NrWAXkVUamAm8bHm_ATM#gadgetId=253773013785&amp;amp;gadgetOwner=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;gadgetViewer=01925938118493694389&amp;amp;view-params=&amp;amp;prefetch=0p0#dtop"&gt;Eu acho, que tentar justificar uma guerra usando o nome de deus é tentar justificar o injustificável. é tirar a culpa de nossa costa e transferi-la para aquele que mais que tudo quis que nos amassemos...&lt;/a&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/2154536775077535023-6722417874702080978?l=noitesdeocio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/feeds/6722417874702080978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154536775077535023&amp;postID=6722417874702080978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/6722417874702080978?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/6722417874702080978?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/2008/12/frases-publicadas-no-eu-acho-orkut.html' title='Frases Publicadas no Eu Acho - Orkut'/><author><name>Small</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16060220942157744811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtNXphE8HgQ/ST3UDwZRjHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2GVlc_HJ_s8/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkEERX44eip7ImA9WxRTGUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154536775077535023.post-8553001202559697044</id><published>2008-09-09T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:16:44.032-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-09-09T15:16:44.032-07:00</app:edited><title>Luxo --&gt; Luxuria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtNXphE8HgQ/SMb1dUzh2fI/AAAAAAAAACw/BuQZ2PhMptI/s1600-h/lux.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244148700269369842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtNXphE8HgQ/SMb1dUzh2fI/AAAAAAAAACw/BuQZ2PhMptI/s320/lux.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perdoem-me pela demora meus ávidos leitores, sei que os abandonei, mas as obrigatoriedades de uma vida profissional às vezes nos empurram para longe de nossos hobes, para longe dos nossos amigos, parentes e amores até. Somos todos obrigados a conviver com isso, é o fardo que carregamos e não há como escapar. Quem já não olhou para uma criança brincando com inveja daquela liberdade toda? (As vezes eu olho com raiva..rs) Quem já não olhou ao seu redor e pensou nas milhares de possibilidades que deixamos de aproveitar por conta das tais obrigatoriedades? Mas, caros leitores, concordem comigo que elas são necessárias, fundamentais e essenciais. A sociedade diz que o homem que não trabalha e não padece de segunda à sexta socialmente esta fora dos padrões (Vagabundo mesmo!). Eu me conforto na lembrança que tem quem padeça de segunda a sábado, domingos e feriados e esse sim ta ferrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu prefiro olhar para os resultados, é mais prático e mais prazeroso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem recordava de alguns dos meus relacionamentos que foram desfeitos por conta da dita “falta de tempo” e achei algo comum a todos, elas estavam todas corretas quando afirmavam que se ‘eu quisesse seria diferente’. Nunca havia pensado nisso, mas é verdade, se eu quisesse teria conseguido mais tempo, teria largado alguns projetos e teria me dedicado mais àqueles namoros, se eu quisesse teria realmente conseguido! E teria no mínimo 50% menos de sucesso profissional e seria remunerado da mesma forma... Então, acho melhor nem terminar esta resposta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca entendi essa falsa moralidade que a maioria gosta de ostentar. Por que é tão ruim assim admitir que gostamos de dinheiro? De sexo? Que eles juntos fazem maravilhosamente bem? Que trazem felicidade?! Porque qualificamos o ganancioso com uma pessoa ruim? Pode-se ser ganancioso e permanecer ético, ser rico e ser feliz. Vejo o pobre falar mal do rico e ainda assim toda semana fazer uma fezinha, mas não vejo nenhum rico fazendo sorteio de sua fortuna pra ficar pobre. Talvez só São Francisco mesmo. E de santos não temos nada, por tanto leiam abaixo e admitam comigo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Admita que gosta do que é bom, e não tem culpa se o que é bom custa caro e não parcela em 12X. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Admita que o transito de Manaus é mais tolerável dentro de um Honda do que em cima de uma Honda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Admita que o prazer do toque liberta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Admita que um show na área VIP é menos stressante do que na pista (mesmo que em algumas festas de Manaus a gente quase não perceba essa diferença). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Admita que viajar de cruzeiro é bem melhor que barco recreio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Que a sensualidade é fascinante. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Admita que jantar no Barbacoa é melhor que dividir um churrasquinho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Que o sexo por sexo também é gostoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admita caro leitor. E não há nada o que possamos fazer quanto a isso também. Somos assim gananciosos e maliciosos. É instintivo, natural. Afinal, dinheiro bom é dinheiro bem gasto e sexo bem feito não é só aquele que te faz gozar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2154536775077535023-8553001202559697044?l=noitesdeocio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/feeds/8553001202559697044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154536775077535023&amp;postID=8553001202559697044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/8553001202559697044?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/8553001202559697044?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/2008/09/luxo-luxuria.html' title='Luxo --&gt; Luxuria'/><author><name>Small</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16060220942157744811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtNXphE8HgQ/SMb1dUzh2fI/AAAAAAAAACw/BuQZ2PhMptI/s72-c/lux.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEcDQHgyeCp7ImA9WhdWFU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154536775077535023.post-4766749552343727222</id><published>2008-08-22T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T15:47:51.690-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-09-08T15:47:51.690-07:00</app:edited><title>Traídos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Arrancados de seu cotidiano, ainda lerdos, tontos pelo inesparado vagam sem rumo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem saber pra onde, de onde e por que. Traidos, tem ansia de vomito tem instintos assassinos, nausias e vermelhidão. Andão lerdos por que acabaram de acordar de um sonho, esfregam os olhos pra ver se é real. E a tal realidade nua e crua, as vezes cruel tambem, faz dos traidos o maior reflexo da maldade, do desepero e da solidão. Alguns passam chorando, outros gritam, outros so olham e observam, procuram no nada como se la fossem encontrar as respostas, mas nunca ha! Traidos, em seus olhos eu vejo a ausencia reprimida, a saudade sofrida e um coração a sangrar. Traidos, tão estranhas e tão proximas essas criaturas que passam em minha janela...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O tempo passa e as pessoas esquecem da dor...  E tudo começa de novo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154536775077535023-4766749552343727222?l=noitesdeocio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/feeds/4766749552343727222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154536775077535023&amp;postID=4766749552343727222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/4766749552343727222?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/4766749552343727222?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/2008/08/traidos.html' title='Traídos'/><author><name>Small</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16060220942157744811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUYMRX45fSp7ImA9WxdbF0k.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154536775077535023.post-7955898958559965978</id><published>2008-08-14T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:53:04.025-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-08-14T13:53:04.025-07:00</app:edited><title>Desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Não saberia explicar o que aconteceu, nem como meu corpo reagiu, não saberia e nem sei definir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Um, dois, três passos ao meu redor, seus cabelos voam, tocam-me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sinto teu cheiro. Sinto tesão ate, e me excito, estranho! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Vens de novo, passa e me olha, rápida, gentil, felina e misteriosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mistura minhas idéias, meu eu deixa de ser e me perco em ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Vejo meu corpo tremer, suar, não sei. Andas como dona do mundo, cada passo teu estremece tudo, andas rápido, pensas rápido. Sem me esperar já se foi, vai longe, não para, não para 1 segundo sequer, meu Deus!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Linda, Loira, branca como um giz, linda. Não ha tempo. E agora? O que faço? Um furacão de desejos que não faz idéia no estrago que fez. E eu ali alucinado, perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Amar-te-ia ali mesmo no meio daquele shopping e não me importaria com os olhares invejosos, amar-te-ia devagar, sem a menor pressa. Seguraria teus ombros e te obrigaria a parar, me olhar, me querer e ceder. Um furacão de desejo com cara de menina, um furacão de desejo com jeito e fome de mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154536775077535023-7955898958559965978?l=noitesdeocio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/feeds/7955898958559965978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154536775077535023&amp;postID=7955898958559965978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/7955898958559965978?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/7955898958559965978?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/2008/08/desejo.html' title='Desejo'/><author><name>Small</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16060220942157744811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DE8MQ3kyfSp7ImA9WxdXEEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154536775077535023.post-8085716251311171992</id><published>2008-06-21T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T18:08:02.795-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-06-21T18:08:02.795-07:00</app:edited><title>Soneto de Adeus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Soneto de adeus -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Pensei nunca vê este dia "chegado", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Por pior que fosse o momento vivido, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtNXphE8HgQ/SF2lR3HXxKI/AAAAAAAAABM/birMdqeTemU/s1600-h/despedida.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214505669836129442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" height="278" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtNXphE8HgQ/SF2lR3HXxKI/AAAAAAAAABM/birMdqeTemU/s320/despedida.JPG" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Fechava os olhos pra não vê sofrido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Àquele que só queria estar ao teu lado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Basta-me à dor de pouco teres tentado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Não me torne mais ainda ofendido, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Se tuas palavras fazem deprimido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A quem mais que tudo teria te amado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Contra isso nada tenho mais por fazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Se tudo que digo não te evita partir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Pouco me resta ainda se não ceder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;E deixar esse "grande amor" fugir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Calado e sem mais nada pra dizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Nem saber da saudade que já faz sentir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Arthur Augusto* (Manaus, madrugade de 15 de Agosto de 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154536775077535023-8085716251311171992?l=noitesdeocio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/feeds/8085716251311171992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154536775077535023&amp;postID=8085716251311171992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/8085716251311171992?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/8085716251311171992?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/2008/06/soneto-de-adeus.html' title='Soneto de Adeus'/><author><name>Small</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16060220942157744811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xtNXphE8HgQ/SF2lR3HXxKI/AAAAAAAAABM/birMdqeTemU/s72-c/despedida.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D04ERHs9fSp7ImA9WxdXEEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154536775077535023.post-5313562243979825355</id><published>2008-06-21T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T17:51:45.565-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-06-21T17:51:45.565-07:00</app:edited><title>Felicidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xtNXphE8HgQ/SF2iEpE6tjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Kcq_RgeU_uo/s1600-h/1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214502144194557490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xtNXphE8HgQ/SF2iEpE6tjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Kcq_RgeU_uo/s320/1254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Felicidades -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Passarinhos na janela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Lembrar que é feriado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ganhar um sorriso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Um beijo, outro sorriso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Um 'bom dia!' pra despertar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ler um livro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ter um filho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Brincar com ele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sol, as flores e o vento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Tomar banho de chuva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Se molhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Chocolate quente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Musica, sim musica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Andar de mãos dadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Namorar escondido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Abraçar e beijar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dormir juntinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Amar e sonhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sabendo que no dia seguinte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Você pode começar tudo de novo! &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/2154536775077535023-5313562243979825355?l=noitesdeocio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/feeds/5313562243979825355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154536775077535023&amp;postID=5313562243979825355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/5313562243979825355?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/5313562243979825355?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/2008/06/felicidades.html' title='Felicidades'/><author><name>Small</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16060220942157744811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xtNXphE8HgQ/SF2iEpE6tjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Kcq_RgeU_uo/s72-c/1254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkcAQHYzfSp7ImA9WhZUEE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154536775077535023.post-7096376072608497029</id><published>2008-03-16T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T08:20:41.885-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-02T08:20:41.885-07:00</app:edited><title>Despedida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xtNXphE8HgQ/R9zIEAKeaqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DF4JqCmCLY8/s1600-h/1155338966_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178233642658196130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xtNXphE8HgQ/R9zIEAKeaqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DF4JqCmCLY8/s320/1155338966_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sob o Luar&lt;br /&gt;A moça caminha&lt;br /&gt;Pisando em areia,&lt;br /&gt;Cortando a brisa,&lt;br /&gt;A caminho do mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cais uma Sra. Gorda&lt;br /&gt;Bem vestida,&lt;br /&gt;Com um cachecol de seda,&lt;br /&gt;Observa a Moça&lt;br /&gt;Que estava a chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noite Alta,&lt;br /&gt;Um bêbado trôpego&lt;br /&gt;Vê a Senhora Gorda&lt;br /&gt;Com o cachecol na mão&lt;br /&gt;Para o Mar apontar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já sem respirar,&lt;br /&gt;No meio das águas&lt;br /&gt;A moça lembra&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que ficou&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que irá deixar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdida, sem ar&lt;br /&gt;Coração em pedaços&lt;br /&gt;No peito a saudade&lt;br /&gt;Que ela não pode agüentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silencio,&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos fechando,&lt;br /&gt;A tempo de ver&lt;br /&gt;Um céu de estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;Lindas estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas-do-mar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154536775077535023-7096376072608497029?l=noitesdeocio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/feeds/7096376072608497029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154536775077535023&amp;postID=7096376072608497029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/7096376072608497029?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/7096376072608497029?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/2008/03/despedida.html' title='Despedida'/><author><name>Small</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16060220942157744811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xtNXphE8HgQ/R9zIEAKeaqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DF4JqCmCLY8/s72-c/1155338966_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ck4AQXkzeCp7ImA9WxZWFkg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154536775077535023.post-7900734707140515462</id><published>2008-03-15T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T00:02:20.780-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-03-16T00:02:20.780-07:00</app:edited><title>Recomeçar</title><content type='html'>Você acredita que tudo na vida passa?!&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito que na vida há sempre um recomeço...&lt;br /&gt;Se pararmos para pensar vamos notar que estamos sempre recomeçando. Então não é que tudo na vida passa, na verdade as “coisas” da vida acabam. E quando elas acabam, recomeçamos!Quando eu tinha 6 anos o casamento dos meus pais acabou. Eles recomeçaram cada um do seu jeito, e eu já naquela época fui obrigado a recomeçar com eles. Aprendi bem cedo à maior máxima da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que esse papo é meio brabo, afinal são 23 hs de sábado, e  o que faz esse louco em casa escrevendo sobre a vida que é um eterno recomeço, só  Deus Sabe.  Mas hoje sem mais nem menos, sem exatamente um porque, entre um pão com queijo que fui pegar na cozinha e o dedo ligou a TV e deu de cara com o Serginho, me peguei pensando nisso. Afinal quantas vezes cada um de nós já recomeço algo nesta vida?! Mas é lógico que sempre tem haverá quem diga que nunca recomeçou nada. Nesses casos entra eu com os meus já conhecidos questionamentos e pergunto: Então quando você realizou o que queria , o que tanto sonhava, você vegetou e não teve mais sonhos? Provavelmente você os renovou, ou seja, você recomeçou e buscou novas metas, novos sonhos. Recomeçar é preciso, recomeçamos a sonhar todos os dias quando acordamos e se um dia pararmos de assim fazer, filho, é melhor morrer... Pior que uma vida sem recomeço é aquela que se acaba! Bom, é isso... Disseram que era pra escrever o que viesse a mente, estou fazendo! Mas pra comprovar como o que disse aqui tem seu fundamento, La vou eu agora as 23h20min hs de sábado recomeçar a procurar outro passatempo que não seja escrever a dita loucura do meu fim de semana, afinal, ficar assistindo Altas Horas ninguém merece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154536775077535023-7900734707140515462?l=noitesdeocio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/feeds/7900734707140515462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2154536775077535023&amp;postID=7900734707140515462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/7900734707140515462?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2154536775077535023/posts/default/7900734707140515462?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitesdeocio.blogspot.com/2008/03/recomear.html' title='Recomeçar'/><author><name>Small</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16060220942157744811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>