<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939</id><updated>2012-01-26T21:57:42.348-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-7506842024495013365</id><published>2012-01-26T21:49:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T21:57:42.357-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As suas calcinhas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aw9UclLM4lM/TyH2Jx7DdWI/AAAAAAAAA28/lHrL5L76eBE/s1600/pantybypost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aw9UclLM4lM/TyH2Jx7DdWI/AAAAAAAAA28/lHrL5L76eBE/s320/pantybypost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702109251108042082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estive sentindo saudade daquelas suas calcinhas de bichinhos. Em especial aquelas com carinhas de gatinhos, ou borboletas em todas as posições geométricas. Não que eu tenha sentido saudade de você de calcinha. Ou nunca mais tenha visto calcinhas. Tenho visto muitas. Vermelhas, pretas, de renda branca, rosa choque com zíper, bolsinho de camisinha. Bem variadas. Bem sexys. Mas me deu saudade das suas, as de algodão com estampa de bichinhos que você tanto usava. Não que você não usasse calcinhas sexys. Ou que eu não achasse sexy as suas calcinhas de bichinhos. Você usava em datas especiais. Quando queria seduzir. Não é isso. Na verdade Tô tentando explicar e me enrolando todo pra dizer que a saudade que me deu foi da sinceridade que suas calcinhas me passavam. Só uma mulher que não tem nada a esconder deixa o cara que tá na sua cama a ver de calcinha de bichinhos. Sinto saudade delas. Da intimidade e da segurança que era ver você chegar cansada e deitar na cama de jeans e sutiã. Eu me aproximar e você se derreter toda enquanto tiro sua calça e encontro suas borboletinhas ali desenhadas. São a sua cara. Nunca mais vi borboletas como as suas. Nem gatinhos. Nem calcinhas com personalidade. Me deu saudade. Não sei bem se de você, ou das suas calcinhas. Talvez seja só saudade das noites sem lacunas na manhã seguinte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-7506842024495013365?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/7506842024495013365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=7506842024495013365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7506842024495013365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7506842024495013365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2012/01/estive-sentindo-saudade-daquelas-suas.html' title='As suas calcinhas.'/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aw9UclLM4lM/TyH2Jx7DdWI/AAAAAAAAA28/lHrL5L76eBE/s72-c/pantybypost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-6708813473348258988</id><published>2011-12-27T14:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T14:44:03.324-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XfYMxPMFPr8/TvoCF0ufRZI/AAAAAAAAA2k/enAwbkc0RYo/s1600/DSC01620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XfYMxPMFPr8/TvoCF0ufRZI/AAAAAAAAA2k/enAwbkc0RYo/s320/DSC01620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690863378212275602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Quem me conhece, sabe da minha paixão pela leitura. Então.. No meu  aniversário, além de outros, eu ganhei o livro: FELIZ POR NADA, uma  coletânea de crônicas sobre as coisas da vida, da incrível Martha  Medeiros. Li a sinopse do Livro, o que &lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;já  me atraiu bastante: "Geralmente quando alguém exclama "Estou muito  feliz!" há sempre um porquê. Costumo torcer para que esta felicidade  dure um bom tempo, mas as novidades envelhecem e não é seguro se sentir  feliz por 'motivos'. Muito melhor é ser feliz por nada. (...)" Me fez  pensar um pouco (ou muito) sobre a felicidade. Por falta de tempo, não  devorei o livro imediatamente como gostaria. Mas aos poucos fui lendo, e  ME APAIXONANDO. Martha Medeiros tem uma maneira peculiar de olhar a  vida. Simples e incrível dentro de uma super complexidade. Eis que  ontem, lendo a crônica A MELHOR COISA QUE NUNCA ME ACONTECEU (pág.82),  pude refletir pelo olhar da autora, as tantas coisas que não me  aconteceram e que graças a isso, pude viver outras experiências  incríveis. Como diz o trecho: "(...) Fico imaginando as histórias que  podem não ter acontecido com você. Namorar uma pessoa por anos e romper  dias antes de subir ao altar: Não ter casado pode ser a melhor coisa que  nunca te aconteceu. Vá saber o que o destino te ofereceu em troca. Ou  você não ter passado num concurso. Não ter recebido a ligação que você  tanto esperava. Foi a melhor coisa que nunca lhe aconteceu. É uma visão  generosa da vida. Os não acontecimentos fazem diferença, você está onde  está não só pelas escolhas que fez. Mas também pelas especulações que  nunca se confirmaram. Assim, eliminamos a palavra derrota do nosso  vocabulário e alma fica mais aliviada. O que não é pouca coisa nesse  mundo em que tanta gente parece pesar toneladas devido ao mau humor e o  pessimismo. (...)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa reflexão nesse fim de ano! E que hoje  você possa se sentir aliviado e agradecer pelas MELHORES COISAS QUE  NUNCA TE ACONTECERAM. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que 2012 seja o ano que esperamos que seja, e que nas surpresas seja ainda melhor. Que traga maturidade e muito amor, por todas as coisas e pessoas que nos envolvermos! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz ANO-NOVO!&lt;br /&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/1406561823812973939-6708813473348258988?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/6708813473348258988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=6708813473348258988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/6708813473348258988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/6708813473348258988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2011/12/quem-me-conhece-sabe-da-minha-paixao.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XfYMxPMFPr8/TvoCF0ufRZI/AAAAAAAAA2k/enAwbkc0RYo/s72-c/DSC01620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-6355040882808502685</id><published>2011-06-27T00:35:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T02:55:15.024-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A aliança no bolso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JCAo0Da8YxA/TggQ6f5loUI/AAAAAAAAA1I/X3zH8pF7f7U/s1600/sc3b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622762731953561922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JCAo0Da8YxA/TggQ6f5loUI/AAAAAAAAA1I/X3zH8pF7f7U/s320/sc3b3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"- Se acalma, essa talvez tenha sido 'a aliança no bolso', talvez você precisasse..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Secou as lágrimas e olhou a amiga. Ela tinha razão, talvez fosse a aliança no bolso, e no fundo ela precisava mesmo encontrá-la. Já havia se passado muito tempo desde que não se viam mais um no outro, porém ela era incapaz de confessar que tinha mais medo de não ser mais dele, do que ser infeliz ao seu lado. Mas chega uma hora que a vida decide por si, e nós, nada podemos fazer além de driblar nossa urgência por explicações e lógicas que tragam algum sentido para a dor. Não existe sentido. Só o que existe é a dor, sem a menor explicação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ela sente pelo que ele fez, pelo que lhe disse, e por não ter se arrependido. E mais que a dor de todas as suas atitudes imbecis, é a dor de ver sua intenção em machucá-la. Ela que fez tanto. E não sobrou nada. Chora novamente, e pergunta a amiga se é justo ser assim. Nos doarmos em essencia e o retorno ser apenas o buraco que ficou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pra onde vai o amor quando tudo acaba? Temos o direito de saber? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Podia ser tanta coisa, qualquer coisa dessas coisas que vem e que passam. Mas quis ser amor. E eu passaria o resto da vida me perguntando, pra onde vai o amor quando tudo acaba? Foram tantas tentativas, tantos sussurros aos céus pra que algum milagre mudasse o rumo das coisas. Que alguma magia os fizesse retornar ao que foram um dia. Que um toque de qualquer-coisa-não-sei-quê o trouxesse de volta pra casa. Mas nada aconteceu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ela se lamenta, chora e pergunta onde tudo se perdeu, onde exatamente deixou de ser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu perguntaria, será que um dia foi? Será que ele foi todas essas coisas que ela sempre viu nele, ou não passava de uma projeção de seu desejo por algo que precisava encontrar? Algo que ela precisava enxergar para desmentir suas teorias de que o amor se perdeu no tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu diria que ela inventou e reinventou ele e a esse amor, tantas e quantas vezes foi preciso. Todas as vezes em que seu coração titubeou, ela reiventou e encontrou razões para não desistir. Porque no fundo, pra ela valia a pena. Afinal, quem mais iria cantar Jorge Ben Jor enquanto fazia as rabanadas mais doces do mundo no café da manhã, quem mais iria dividir uma tapioca doce e uma fanta na praia. Quem mais lhe explicaria as teorias cientifico-filosoficas do mundo, a origem dos partidos politicos e como funcionava a tabela de pontos do campeonato brasileiro. Quem além dele, ouviria a rádio educativa no fim da tarde, torcendo que tocassem alguma de João Bosco. Quem além dele faria amor repetidas vezes antes de dormir de conchinha em noites quentes sem ventilador. Quem mais riria da sua pronúncia do 'r', dos seus cabelos ao acordar, do seu café sempre ruim. Quem mais conseguiria fazê-la ter um aceso de riso com cócegas que ninguém sabia fazer igual. Quem além dele conseguiria fazê-la sentir-se a menina mais imatura e a mulher mais forte do mundo ao mesmo tempo. Quem mais conseguiria derreter seu coração no cair de uma lágrima de desculpas. Quem além dele marcaria sua vida com os melhores dias, com as melhores noites e histórias incríveis para contar pra sempre. Quem mais a faria sonhar de novo, com filhos, casa com jardim e cachorros. Com video-game de madrugada depois de uma transa café-com-leite só pra não esquecer que eram dois. Quem mais a enlouqueceria de preocupação com 18 horas de sono sem atender o celular. Quem mais a faria sentir que o mundo podia parar de girar se algo o acontecesse. Quem mais? Quem além dele destruiria tudo que foi construído em anos, em troca de uma aventura, que ninguém sabe se valerá a pena. Quem além dele trocaria a certeza eterna e intocável de que ela sempre estaria por perto, não importando a kilometragem que precisasse correr. Quem mais jogaria tudo pro alto sem pesar, sem dor, sem lamentações e na mais perfeita paz. Quem mais escolheria perder a única certeza. Quem além dele? Ninguém. Por que só alguém que foi a razão de tanta felicidade poderia causar tanto rancor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quanto a ela? Ela ainda chora. Porque descobriu que todos os amores do mundo têm prazos de validade e o seu estava vencido. A hora havia chegado. Era tarde. Seu coração havia partido... pra outro lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/1406561823812973939-6355040882808502685?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/6355040882808502685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=6355040882808502685&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/6355040882808502685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/6355040882808502685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2011/06/se-acalma-essa-talvez-tenha-sido.html' title='A aliança no bolso.'/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JCAo0Da8YxA/TggQ6f5loUI/AAAAAAAAA1I/X3zH8pF7f7U/s72-c/sc3b3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-3671116105960898771</id><published>2011-05-12T00:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:55:01.211-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dISZVYyYbMA/TctSrmPANsI/AAAAAAAAA00/h55tpe70Xxs/s1600/florz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dISZVYyYbMA/TctSrmPANsI/AAAAAAAAA00/h55tpe70Xxs/s320/florz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605665070144042690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Então você está confusa com seus sentimentos. Ele apareceu tão de repente na sua vida, com aquele brilho manso no olhar, com aquela meiguice na voz, sem pedir coisa alguma, meio como um Pequeno Príncipe caído de um asteróide. A princípio você nada percebeu de diferente. O susto veio quando você se lembrou das palavras da raposa, explicando ao Pequeno Príncipe o que era ficar cativo: É assim. A princípio você senta lá e eu aqui. Depois a gente vai ficando cada vez mais perto. Os passos de todos os homens me fazem entrar dentro da minha toca. Mas os seus passos me fazem sair…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-3671116105960898771?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/3671116105960898771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=3671116105960898771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3671116105960898771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3671116105960898771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2011/05/entao-voce-esta-confusa-com-seus.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dISZVYyYbMA/TctSrmPANsI/AAAAAAAAA00/h55tpe70Xxs/s72-c/florz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-7503726464073729055</id><published>2011-03-11T22:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T22:31:21.477-03:00</updated><title type='text'>03 de Janeiro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HSEdOj1ims8/TXrMnMMbpII/AAAAAAAAA0M/HBPSa6yot90/s1600/%25C3%258Dndice12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu teria tantas coisas pra te dizer. Era o primeiro dia do ano, e a meia-noite era o seu abraço que eu queria sentir. E foi você que meu pensamento encontrou quando eu vi os fogos explodirem no céu. Eu fechei meus olhos e agradeci a Deus por você ter existido em mim até ali. E te devolvi a Ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu fui teimosa, até egoísta, e lutei por você, com tamanha determinação, com a qual eu nunca quis nada na minha vida inteira. Eu tive tantas certezas a seu respeito. Uma delas era que você nunca iria embora. Confiei a você os meus dias, as minhas alegrias, os meus sonhos, as minhas declarações de amor. Eu tinha certeza que você nunca iria embora. Confiei a você as minhas crises, os meus defeitos, os meus chamegos e a minha pele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu tinha tanto medo antes. Mas você apareceu. Aos poucos me fez sentir que o seu amor era tão grande. Eu me senti salva. Como se a vida inteira eu tivesse esperado por alguém. Eu tive certeza de que era você. E de que era pra sempre. Mas não foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2011 chegou. Promessas de finais e tantos novos começos. Tanta coisa, que me dá medo. Uma delas é você. Infelizmente, acredito que não há mais nada a ser feito. Irreversível. Como a morte. Porque no fundo, alguma coisa realmente morreu. Se eu acreditasse em outras vidas. Ainda esperaria você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Você vive dizendo que o tempo cura. Pra mim, o tempo levanta paredes em torno das coisas mais profundas. O tempo constrói muros inalcançáveis ao nosso redor. De onde ficaremos presos, desde aquele dia e pra sempre. Como se cada dia, uma fileira de tijolos fosse colocada. E não tem fim. É esse o trabalho do tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O tempo levou com ele os nossos sonhos, o nosso dia-a-dia, levou ‘nós dois’. Não tem volta. E mesmo aos pedaços, eu preciso ir, porque não adiantaria juntar os cacos. Sempre vai existir alguém pra quebrar tudo de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero que saiba que eu não vou te esquecer. Você estará pra sempre no meu relicário. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu me lembrarei de você, até nos confins da terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- O velho amor, ainda e sempre.&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/1406561823812973939-7503726464073729055?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/7503726464073729055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=7503726464073729055&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7503726464073729055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7503726464073729055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2011/03/03-de-janeiro.html' title='03 de Janeiro.'/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HSEdOj1ims8/TXrMnMMbpII/AAAAAAAAA0M/HBPSa6yot90/s72-c/%25C3%258Dndice12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-3345515879138357098</id><published>2011-02-23T23:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T23:42:18.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por enquanto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qLBgo54t2bQ/TWXFAm3R21I/AAAAAAAAAz8/9w5VZswylss/s1600/byee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qLBgo54t2bQ/TWXFAm3R21I/AAAAAAAAAz8/9w5VZswylss/s320/byee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577080327791303506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Pelo amor perdido. Pelo carinho empoeirado na estante.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo encanto deixado junto às cartas envelhecidas na gaveta.&lt;br /&gt;Recorde meu sorriso de menina, e sorria comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo tempo que julgas ter perdido ao me amar sem medidas.&lt;br /&gt;Reveja minha loucura no seu corpo, meu cheiro na sua roupa.&lt;br /&gt;Por todo o futuro que jamais veremos chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Reencontre a sua fé no amor. Vai dar certo. Eu sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;- Trilha sonora da noite:&lt;br /&gt;Maria Gadú e Ana Carolina - Mais que a mim.&lt;/span&gt; ♫♪&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-3345515879138357098?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/3345515879138357098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=3345515879138357098&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3345515879138357098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3345515879138357098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2011/02/por-enquanto.html' title='Por enquanto.'/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qLBgo54t2bQ/TWXFAm3R21I/AAAAAAAAAz8/9w5VZswylss/s72-c/byee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-9019316387271346766</id><published>2011-02-08T13:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T13:39:58.211-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" class="copy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"(…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Quando a noite chegar cedo e a neve cobrir as ruas, ficarei o dia inteiro na cama pensando em dormir com você.&lt;br /&gt;-Quando estiver muito quente, me dará uma moleza de balançar devagarinho na rede pensando em dormir com você.&lt;br /&gt;-Vou te escrever carta e não te mandar.&lt;br /&gt;-Vou tentar recompor teu rosto sem conseguir.&lt;br /&gt;-Vou ver Júpiter e me lembrar de você.&lt;br /&gt;-Vou ver Saturno e me lembrar de você.&lt;br /&gt;-Daqui a vinte anos voltarão a se encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;-O tempo não existe.&lt;br /&gt;-O tempo existe, sim, e devora.&lt;br /&gt;-Vou procurar teu cheiro no corpo de outra mulher. Sem encontrar, porque terei esquecido. Alfazema?&lt;br /&gt;-Alecrim. Quando eu olhar a noite enorme do Equador, pensarei se tudo isso foi um encontro ou uma despedida.&lt;br /&gt;-E que uma palavra ou um gesto, seu ou meu, seria suficiente para modificar nossos roteiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mas não seria natural.&lt;br /&gt;-Natural é as pessoas se encontrarem e se perderem.&lt;br /&gt;-Natural é encontrar. Natural é perder.&lt;br /&gt;-Linhas paralelas se encontram no infinito.&lt;br /&gt;-O infinito não acaba. O infinito é nunca.&lt;br /&gt;-Ou sempre."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1406561823812973939-9019316387271346766?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/9019316387271346766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=9019316387271346766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/9019316387271346766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/9019316387271346766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2011/02/quando-noite-chegar-cedo-e-neve-cobrir.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-217393062688563808</id><published>2011-01-23T18:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T19:37:48.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TTys5vn3sSI/AAAAAAAAAzg/zyLqBSqgezo/s1600/indoembora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TTys5vn3sSI/AAAAAAAAAzg/zyLqBSqgezo/s320/indoembora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565513347559305506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sempre jurei que eu iria até o fim. E eu fui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No fundo não acreditei que houvesse um fim.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele chegou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Era inevitavel pensar que não havia solução.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Foi quando entendi, e aceitei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;que até então tudo havia sido tentado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;menos te esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;E eu precisava ir, sem olhar pra trás.&lt;br /&gt;Porque sabia que olhar para trás era uma forma&lt;br /&gt;de ficar pela metade.Eu olhei pra trás.&lt;br /&gt;E metade de mim, ainda está aqui.&lt;br /&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/1406561823812973939-217393062688563808?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/217393062688563808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=217393062688563808&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/217393062688563808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/217393062688563808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2011/01/sempre-jurei-que-eu-iria-ate-o-fim.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TTys5vn3sSI/AAAAAAAAAzg/zyLqBSqgezo/s72-c/indoembora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-277218236164115173</id><published>2011-01-03T02:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T02:41:40.998-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TSFhhdxu1uI/AAAAAAAAAzY/pMuHhVIij_E/s1600/desp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TSFhhdxu1uI/AAAAAAAAAzY/pMuHhVIij_E/s320/desp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557830642708698850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem chorei. Por tudo que fomos. Por tudo o que não conseguimos ser. Por tudo que se perdeu. Por termos nos perdido. Pelo que queríamos que fosse e não foi. Pela renúncia. Por valores não dados. Por erros cometidos. Acertos não comemorados. Palavras dissipadas.Versos brancos. Chorei pela guerra cotidiana. Pelas tentativas de sobrevivência. Pelos apelos de paz não atendidos. Pelo amor derramado. Pelo amor ofendido e aprisionado. Pelo amor perdido. Pelo respeito empoeirado em cima da estante. Pelo carinho esquecido junto das cartas velhas no guarda- roupa. Pelos sonhos desafinados, estremecidos e adiados. Pela culpa. Toda a culpa. Minha. Sua. Nossa culpa. Por tudo que foi e voou. E não volta mais, porque hoje é já outro dia. Chorei. Apronto agora os meus pés na estrada. Ponho-me a caminhar sob o sol e o vento. Tentar ser feliz, depois volto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Caio F. Abreu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque se existe essa coisa de "o amor da minha vida"&lt;br /&gt;Era você sim. Eu soube desde o começo.&lt;br /&gt;E sei agora, mais do que nunca.&lt;br /&gt;Embora eu também saiba que é o fim. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-277218236164115173?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/277218236164115173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=277218236164115173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/277218236164115173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/277218236164115173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2011/01/ontem-chorei.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TSFhhdxu1uI/AAAAAAAAAzY/pMuHhVIij_E/s72-c/desp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-7362542880881385213</id><published>2010-12-28T00:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:44:04.684-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRlc5TcQ8rI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/-FSmfKggp3M/s1600/voo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRlc5TcQ8rI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/-FSmfKggp3M/s320/voo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555573754879341234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mesmo assim eu não esquecia dele.&lt;br /&gt;Em parte porque seria impossível esquecê-lo,&lt;br /&gt;em parte também, principalmente, porque não desejava isso.&lt;br /&gt;É verdade, eu o amava. Não com esse amor de carne,&lt;br /&gt;de querer tocá-lo e possuí-lo e saber coisas de dentro dele.&lt;br /&gt;Era um amor diferente, quase assim feito uma segurança&lt;br /&gt;de sabê-lo sempre ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Caio F. Abreu)&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/1406561823812973939-7362542880881385213?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/7362542880881385213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=7362542880881385213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7362542880881385213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7362542880881385213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/12/mesmo-assim-eu-nao-esquecia-dele.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRlc5TcQ8rI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/-FSmfKggp3M/s72-c/voo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-7031178455307365775</id><published>2010-12-22T00:51:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T01:10:00.088-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenidade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRF5EIMd0lI/AAAAAAAAAyk/N3VVGbpHTWc/s1600/images11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRF5EIMd0lI/AAAAAAAAAyk/N3VVGbpHTWc/s320/images11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553352927350739538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Serenidade. Pedi a Deus baixinho. Do jeitinho que diz a oração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pra enfrentar as coisas que posso mudar, pra suportar as que não posso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e pra saber discernir umas das outras. (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Serenidade pra escolher o que quero do futuro imediato que está bem ali. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Serenidade pro meu coração, pra amar incansavelmente a quem merecer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e pra deixar que o tempo afaste os que não pertecem a esse grupo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Serenidade pra enfrentar os dias dificeis, e sorrir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pois como meu pai me disse uma vez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; são os dias dificeis que nos levam de um dia feliz a outro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Serenidade pra mudar o que preciso e jamais perder a essência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Serenidade pra ver alguém partir, sem que leve junto um pedaço meu.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Serenidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1406561823812973939-7031178455307365775?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/7031178455307365775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=7031178455307365775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7031178455307365775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7031178455307365775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/12/serenidade.html' title='Serenidade.'/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRF5EIMd0lI/AAAAAAAAAyk/N3VVGbpHTWc/s72-c/images11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-110282340477728558</id><published>2010-10-21T00:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T01:07:26.253-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TL-8Qn3YBvI/AAAAAAAAAx8/nsws9EE4qbU/s1600/imagesre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TL-8Qn3YBvI/AAAAAAAAAx8/nsws9EE4qbU/s320/imagesre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530345861199431410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Qualquer coisa que desse um jeito nessa mania que eu tenho de você, nessa agonia que me arranca todas as forças, e sempre que você me olha, me abraça, acaba com todos os planos e projetos de tirar você da minha por completo. Não sei mais o que tentar pra que funcione. Mas sei que eu preciso muito que você, já que não vem, vá embora de uma vez.&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/1406561823812973939-110282340477728558?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/110282340477728558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=110282340477728558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/110282340477728558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/110282340477728558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/10/qualquer-coisa-que-desse-um-jeito-nessa.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TL-8Qn3YBvI/AAAAAAAAAx8/nsws9EE4qbU/s72-c/imagesre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-1140319937110493216</id><published>2010-09-26T22:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:05:18.074-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TJ_tku4-B3I/AAAAAAAAAxg/buwA-3vbTIM/s1600/imagesss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TJ_tku4-B3I/AAAAAAAAAxg/buwA-3vbTIM/s320/imagesss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521392883497568114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;'Te amo mesmo, talvez pra sempre. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mas nem por isso eu deixo de ser feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ou viver minha vida.' &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Tati Bernadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-1140319937110493216?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/1140319937110493216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=1140319937110493216&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/1140319937110493216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/1140319937110493216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/09/te-amo-mesmo-talvez-pra-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TJ_tku4-B3I/AAAAAAAAAxg/buwA-3vbTIM/s72-c/imagesss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-3614573353730376263</id><published>2010-09-24T00:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:20:35.472-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Entretanto, adeus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TJwYzM172MI/AAAAAAAAAxY/pj8zWIZ6CQo/s1600/adeus+amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TJwYzM172MI/AAAAAAAAAxY/pj8zWIZ6CQo/s320/adeus+amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520314511149226178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foi quando ouvi você dizer que tanto faz. Repete! - Eu pedi. Não que eu seja teimosa a esse ponto, de ter que insistir só pra ir de encontro ao que você diz. É que eu não conseguia acreditar que era mesmo aquilo que eu estava ouvindo. Você disse tanto faz. Tanto faz se eu ficar por perto, tanto faz se eu for embora. Tanto faz se vai me perder de vista. Tanto faz se vai me esquecer. Tanto faz se vou encontrar alguém melhor que você. Tanto faz se vou sofrer sozinha. Tanto faz. Eu não sei se era a isso exatamente você se referia. Mas tanto faz pra você, faz toda diferença pra mim! - Não, eu não menti quando disse que daria minha vida inteira pra você, se preciso fosse. Mas sempre existem condições implícitas. E a minha única condição, era fazer alguma diferença. Se tanto faz pra você. Pra mim não faz! E vi você ir embora, e o meu coração dizer baixinho: - Pela última vez. É um adeus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1406561823812973939-3614573353730376263?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/3614573353730376263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=3614573353730376263&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3614573353730376263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3614573353730376263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/09/foi-quando-ouvi-voce-dizer-que-tanto.html' title='Entretanto, adeus.'/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TJwYzM172MI/AAAAAAAAAxY/pj8zWIZ6CQo/s72-c/adeus+amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-7854305453138128887</id><published>2010-09-05T12:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T13:00:36.401-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rascunhos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TIO-fxiFblI/AAAAAAAAAxI/E5whGTSNAfM/s1600/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TIO-fxiFblI/AAAAAAAAAxI/E5whGTSNAfM/s320/images2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513459821913140818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se eu esperasse o tempo inteiro que um milagre acontecesse. Porque eu acredito em milagres, mas sei também que eles não acontecem pra todo mundo. Como se eu acordasse todos os dias tentando encontrar vestígios de alguma coisa estivesse funcionando. Vasculhando meu coração por todos as brechas, todas as gavetas e portas-qualquer coisa. Mas não encontro nada. Nunca encontro nada que me faça acreditar. Volta e meia eu pego meu celular e te escrevo um sms qualquer do tipo, Não vou conseguir sem você. Não envio. Aperto o botão vermelho e elas se encaminham automaticamente pra pasta &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rascunhos&lt;/span&gt;. Aliás, é pra lá que tem ido tudo... Rascunhos - Sabe aquela coisa que você começa, e aí sem sucesso, você pára e guarda, sem saber ao certo o porquê. Mas guarda, porque talvez um dia você recomece com ele. E talvez funcione. - É assim que tem sido, apenas rascunhos. Rascunhos de amor, de felicidade, rascunhos de um futuro que eu nem sei vai chegar. E que não consigo sequer, saber se quero esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-7854305453138128887?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/7854305453138128887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=7854305453138128887&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7854305453138128887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7854305453138128887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/09/rascunhos.html' title='Rascunhos.'/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TIO-fxiFblI/AAAAAAAAAxI/E5whGTSNAfM/s72-c/images2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-7746551266924160963</id><published>2010-08-31T22:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:10:11.507-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se eu pudesse escolher um único dia da minha vida para não acontecer. Eu tenho dúvida entre o que te conheci e o que você foi embora. Se eu apagasse o dia que você foi embora, você ainda estaria aqui. Mas isso não significa que estaríamos sendo felizes juntos. Talvez se eu apagasse  dia que eu te conheci, eu não conheceria o amor como conheci. Do jeito novo que só você poderia ter me mostrado. Talvez eu não tivesse me entregado, e descoberto que amor é mais que sorte, é tempo e investimento. Mas se eu não tivesse te conhecido, eu não precisaria sentir saudade de alguém que você foi e que nunca mais vai ser. Porque talvez você nem fosse. Talvez fosse só uma projeção de tudo que eu sempre precisei encontrar em você. E que de um jeito ou de outro, sempre esteve lá quando eu precisei. Se eu não tivesse te conhecido, eu não estaria aqui de coração machucado, e mais uma vez te escrevendo, sabendo que você não vai ler. E se ler, não vai se importar. Porque você não é mais a metade do tesouro peculiar que foi. A verdade é que eu não tenho mais alternativa a não ser ir embora da sua vida, antes que eu precise ver você ir. Mais ainda do que já foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-7746551266924160963?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/7746551266924160963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=7746551266924160963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7746551266924160963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7746551266924160963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/08/se-eu-pudesse-escolher-um-unico-dia-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-7941609683301267243</id><published>2010-08-18T23:08:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T23:36:03.314-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TGyWwd8wkHI/AAAAAAAAAww/ePaM2TLu0Kk/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TGyWwd8wkHI/AAAAAAAAAww/ePaM2TLu0Kk/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506942203784630386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava pensando em você e decidi te escrever esta carta,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;não sei se para que você soubesse que eu não te esqueci,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ou se para garantir que você não me esquecesse.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os dias voam no calendário. Você não está aqui.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Passeio pelos lugares onde sonhamos ir juntos. Você não está aqui.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tudo que vejo é sombra do ontem que ficou.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma ameaça constante de um amanhã que eu não quero que chegue.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Você não entenderia se eu tentasse te explicar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas a verdade é que o tempo não perdoa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E você não percebeu..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A minha vida vai devagar, e diferente de tudo o que você conhece.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tantas experiências novas. Gostaria de dividí-las com você.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não aqui te escrevendo e imaginando o seu semblante diante do que digo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas junto à você, diante o teu sorriso.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Satisfeita com os olhares e gestos de empolgação que só você faz.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas a verdade, é que você não está aqui.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu queria te dizer antes que tudo isso vire nada, que eu sinto a sua falta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o tempo, eu sei que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;transforma todo amor em quase nada&lt;/span&gt;. Mas sinto sua falta. Sinto falta do teu riso bobo, desse jeito tão seu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sinto falta de um homem que só você sabe ser.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas você não está aqui. E eu preciso enfrentar os dias.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque eles vêm, cada vez mais velozes. Menos misericordiosos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E levam com eles as minhas melhores recordações.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu fico por aqui. Sabendo que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;você não vai receber essa carta. Mais uma vez escrevi e não mandei.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Talvez um dia você a encontre. Talvez um dia você volte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Talvez nunca mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-7941609683301267243?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/7941609683301267243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=7941609683301267243&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7941609683301267243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7941609683301267243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/08/carta.html' title='Carta.'/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TGyWwd8wkHI/AAAAAAAAAww/ePaM2TLu0Kk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-2274532014890609540</id><published>2010-08-11T22:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:30:47.717-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TGNOo9xIlNI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L3t2uBbnWaI/s1600/love-story-a-german-teacher-deals-with-an-autistic-child-in-wales-autism-child-german-teacher-wales-story-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TGNOo9xIlNI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L3t2uBbnWaI/s320/love-story-a-german-teacher-deals-with-an-autistic-child-in-wales-autism-child-german-teacher-wales-story-love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504329635259258066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Eu ia começar dizendo que faz tempo que não escrevo nada pra você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mas a verdade é que eu escrevo todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Onde ninguém chega a ver. Em meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Eu escrevo, digo e repito o que há de mais profundo em mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;que de tão imenso, é o que existe de mais exposto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tá quase estampado na minha testa. Eu sei. Não tem outro jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Eu finjo que ninguém sabe, pra me sentir mais à vontade, sei lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tão a vontade quanto me sinto quando estou com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Onde nada no mundo pode me atingir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Eu desaprendi a fazer promessas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Esqueci de jurar que é pra sempre. E acho que agora sim entendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Não nos cabe um cronograma. Fomos nós. E ainda somos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Não sei se você entende. Talvez as coisas tenham mudado em você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Talvez em mim tudo seja novo. A não ser esse sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;O &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;velho&lt;/span&gt; amor, o mesmo de sempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1406561823812973939-2274532014890609540?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/2274532014890609540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=2274532014890609540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2274532014890609540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2274532014890609540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-ia-comecar-dizendo-que-faz-tempo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TGNOo9xIlNI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L3t2uBbnWaI/s72-c/love-story-a-german-teacher-deals-with-an-autistic-child-in-wales-autism-child-german-teacher-wales-story-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-4387803238838004019</id><published>2010-08-03T23:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:00:35.789-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TFjXfAjkCwI/AAAAAAAAAwc/8PYZaEh02WQ/s1600/adios-tren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TFjXfAjkCwI/AAAAAAAAAwc/8PYZaEh02WQ/s320/adios-tren.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501383872558140162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sonhei com você. Mas eu não via o seu rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu procurava, mas não o via. Chorei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Chamei o seu nome. Te pedi que aparecesse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu sabia que era você. Estava escuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu não podia te ver. Mas era você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Foi quando acordei. Senti medo e chorei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu estava te esquecendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1406561823812973939-4387803238838004019?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/4387803238838004019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=4387803238838004019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/4387803238838004019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/4387803238838004019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/08/sonhei-com-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TFjXfAjkCwI/AAAAAAAAAwc/8PYZaEh02WQ/s72-c/adios-tren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-8866135930263371115</id><published>2010-07-21T23:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:53:46.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TEeyjEdxLeI/AAAAAAAAAwA/beMXG8Rvjc0/s1600/2ec6255df2f68e11ac488ad5f3955d21_7art_White_Flower_Clock_ScreenSaver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TEeyjEdxLeI/AAAAAAAAAwA/beMXG8Rvjc0/s320/2ec6255df2f68e11ac488ad5f3955d21_7art_White_Flower_Clock_ScreenSaver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496558185792744930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu sou feita de sonhos interrompidos, detalhes despercebidos, amores mal resolvidos. Sou feita de choros sem ter razão, pessoas no coração, atos por impulsão. Sinto falta de lugares que não conheci, experiências que não vivi, momentos que já esqueci. Eu sou Amor e Carinho constante, distraída até o bastante, não paro por um instante. Já tive noites mal dormidas, perdi pessoas muito queridas, cumpri coisas não-prometidas. Muitas vezes eu desisti sem mesmo tentar, pensei em fugir, para não enfrentar, sorri para não chorar. Eu sinto pelas coisas que não mudei, amizades que não cultivei, aqueles a quem eu julguei, coisas que eu falei. Tenho saudade de pessoas que fui conhecendo, lembranças que fui esquecendo, amigos que acabei perdendo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas continuo vivendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;color:#c6c6c6;"  &gt;- Martha Medeiros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-8866135930263371115?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/8866135930263371115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=8866135930263371115&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/8866135930263371115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/8866135930263371115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-sou-feita-de-sonhos-interrompidos.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TEeyjEdxLeI/AAAAAAAAAwA/beMXG8Rvjc0/s72-c/2ec6255df2f68e11ac488ad5f3955d21_7art_White_Flower_Clock_ScreenSaver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-8782988249890298609</id><published>2010-07-14T18:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T18:49:01.977-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TD4wqGVHuRI/AAAAAAAAAv0/FHmWE8AHI7Q/s1600/1168298086fts1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TD4wqGVHuRI/AAAAAAAAAv0/FHmWE8AHI7Q/s320/1168298086fts1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493882095250422034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E eu ainda tinha  muito que te dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Talvez todas as coisas que eu já  te disse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As que eu ainda digo sempre que  você me abre um espaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A verdade é que eu não tava pronta  pra esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Iventei mil desculpas pra mim  mesma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;várias razões pelas quais eu  precisava de você aqui perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mas a gente sempre sabe quando é  hora de ir embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E na verdade, a minha hora até já  passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Só não sei porque eu ainda não  consegui ir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1406561823812973939-8782988249890298609?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/8782988249890298609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=8782988249890298609&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/8782988249890298609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/8782988249890298609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-eu-ainda-tinha-muito-que-te-dizer.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TD4wqGVHuRI/AAAAAAAAAv0/FHmWE8AHI7Q/s72-c/1168298086fts1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-3182537846876593489</id><published>2010-07-09T23:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T23:27:53.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TDfagSa8R4I/AAAAAAAAAvs/3_lIc1NWaa0/s1600/S7301041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TDfagSa8R4I/AAAAAAAAAvs/3_lIc1NWaa0/s320/S7301041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492098518837118850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;De mãos dadas na areia, como se em direção ao fim do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;A sensação do eterno martelava em seus corações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Não existia nada que fosse capaz de roubar-lhes daquele amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;A não ser eles mesmos. E foi assim.&lt;/span&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/1406561823812973939-3182537846876593489?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/3182537846876593489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=3182537846876593489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3182537846876593489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3182537846876593489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/07/de-maos-dadas-na-areia-como-se-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TDfagSa8R4I/AAAAAAAAAvs/3_lIc1NWaa0/s72-c/S7301041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-3564243585462398459</id><published>2010-07-06T14:38:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:13:39.949-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Na moldura.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TDNvcihfUqI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Chcu9FVjsfo/s1600/PortaRetrato2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TDNvcihfUqI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Chcu9FVjsfo/s320/PortaRetrato2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490854906789057186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foi quando me perguntaram porque a foto de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;ainda tá na velha moldura no meu quarto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu não soube responder.&lt;br /&gt;Assenti com a cabeça, como quem diz: '- Por quê.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fiquei pensando então que teria sido esquecimento mesmo. Não foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não foi falta de atenção. Tenho te visto ali todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Confesso que pensei em mudar a foto&lt;br /&gt;pra evitar que mais alguém me ferisse com a pergunta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas reparei que nas fotos no meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;moram apenas as minhas saudades sem remédio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amigos à km de distância, outros distantes do convívio,&lt;br /&gt;o meu avô que já morreu. E você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pensando isso, senti que encontrei a resposta.&lt;br /&gt;Minha Saudade. Deixa ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Você continua lá, na mesma moldura no meu quarto.&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1406561823812973939-3564243585462398459?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/3564243585462398459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=3564243585462398459&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3564243585462398459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3564243585462398459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/07/foi-quando-me-perguntaram-porque-foto.html' title='Na moldura.'/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TDNvcihfUqI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Chcu9FVjsfo/s72-c/PortaRetrato2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-5762479225290764660</id><published>2010-07-05T16:55:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T17:00:01.869-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TDI5H20QAEI/AAAAAAAAAuU/enUzzs67LuE/s1600/Flower_of_Carnage_by_thegirlinthebigbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TDI5H20QAEI/AAAAAAAAAuU/enUzzs67LuE/s320/Flower_of_Carnage_by_thegirlinthebigbox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490513702854590530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“Mas passou. Hoje te conto. E lembro daquela história zen, o rei que pediu ao monge um talismã que o protegesse de qualquer mal. O monge deu ao rei um anel, com a recomendação de abri-lo só em caso de extremo perigo. Um dia, o castelo foi cercado pelos inimigos, e o rei encurralado numa torre. Ele abriu o anel. Dentro, havia um papelzinho dobrado. Ele abriu o papelzinho e leu uma frase assim: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;‘-Isto também passará’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Caio Fernando Abreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-5762479225290764660?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/5762479225290764660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=5762479225290764660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/5762479225290764660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/5762479225290764660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/07/mas-passou.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TDI5H20QAEI/AAAAAAAAAuU/enUzzs67LuE/s72-c/Flower_of_Carnage_by_thegirlinthebigbox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-257422432509237728</id><published>2010-07-05T00:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T00:57:02.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;“Tem coisas que um dia a gente aprende. Como que, chorar não resolve, falar pouco é uma virtude, se colocar em primeiro lugar não é egoísmo, e o que não mata com certeza fortalece (por mais que não pareça enquanto dói). Às vezes mudar é preciso, nem tudo vai ser como você quer, a vida sempre continua. Pra qualquer escolha se segue alguma conseqüência, vontades efêmeras não valem a pena, quem faz uma vez não faz duas necessariamente, mas quem faz dez, com certeza faz onze. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perdoar é nobre, esquecer é quase impossível.&lt;/span&gt; Nem todo mundo é tão legal assim, e de perto ninguém é normal. Quem te merece não te faz chorar, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quem gosta cuida&lt;/span&gt;, o que está no passado tem motivos para não fazer parte do seu presente, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não é preciso perder pra aprender a dar valor&lt;/span&gt; e os amigos ainda se contam nos dedos. Aos poucos você percebe o que vale a pena, o que se deve guardar pro resto da vida, e o que nunca deveria ter entrado nela. Não tem como esconder a verdade, nem tem como enterrar um amor que acabou, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o tempo sempre vai ser o melhor remédio, mas seus resultados nem sempre são imediatos (e isso machuca muito).&lt;/span&gt; E o passado sempre vai doer, se não de saudade, de arrependimento. E aí, é você quem escolhe.”&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/1406561823812973939-257422432509237728?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/257422432509237728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=257422432509237728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/257422432509237728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/257422432509237728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/07/tem-coisas-que-um-dia-gente-aprende.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-1802987098802760818</id><published>2010-06-22T22:48:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T23:14:24.177-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TCFsZVevTiI/AAAAAAAAAtA/5omGgHKl_8k/s1600/adeus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TCFsZVevTiI/AAAAAAAAAtA/5omGgHKl_8k/s320/adeus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485785003632578082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JANAINA/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JANAINA/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Eu tento descobrir onde fica exatamente a dor,&lt;br /&gt;mas desisto, porque tudo dói.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Estou cansada de viver como se já fosse uma pessoa adulta e madura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Gostaria de voltar a ser criança,&lt;br /&gt;uma garotinha de seis anos que caiu de bicicleta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e corre chorando pra cozinha, onde minha mãe me socorreria,&lt;br /&gt;me diria que tava tudo bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; e daria um beijinho pra sarar o dodói..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Essa é uma das coisas que não me ensinaram quando eu cresci,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;como lidar com as dores que não saram com um beijinho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hoje o acaso me levou de volta ao cenário&lt;br /&gt;de uma das maiores dores que eu vivi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Quase 6 anos já passaram.&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração as vezes nem sente mais. É verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Andei por aquele lugar calmo, ouvindo o vento batendo nas folhas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;E lendo os nomes daquelas pessoas que perderam suas vidas,&lt;br /&gt;umas cedo, outras mais tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Não consegui ter lembrança de que lugar se encontrava o túmulo dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Pedi ajuda a um funcionário do cemitério, que me ajudou a encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A placa tinha sido trocada, tinha uma foto linda dela lá em cima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;E flores amarelas, recém-colocadas. Ainda cheiravam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mas senti o cheiro e o gosto de tanta coisa. De um passado não curado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;De uma dor que nunca consegui comunicar a ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ela foi embora tão cedo. Nunca pude entender.&lt;br /&gt;Me sentei ao lado das flores e fiquei pensando em como tudo aconteceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Deus ou a vida, ou o destino, alguma força maior.&lt;br /&gt;Não quis que ela continuasse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Pensei comigo que ela foi privada de se formar, de casar,&lt;br /&gt;de ser mãe, de viajar pra fora do país.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;De tantas coisas que eu penso em ainda viver,&lt;br /&gt;e queria muito que ela estivesse do meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mas o que consola meu coração é saber que ela foi poupada&lt;br /&gt;de perder as pessoas que ela ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;De ver amores indo embora, sem maiores explicações.&lt;br /&gt;Ela foi poupada de ter sonhos frustrados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Foi poupada de chorar a morte da melhor amiga.&lt;br /&gt;Ela era feliz demais pra continuar aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Onde tudo é dor, onde tudo peca por um triz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Prefiro acreditar que ela esteja num jardim feliz,&lt;br /&gt;sorrindo e pedindo a Deus pra olhar por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Não tem sido fácil ultimamente.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu preciso continuar. Por que eu ainda estou aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Porque a vida, Deus, o destino, não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Alguma coisa ainda acha que meu tempo aqui não terminou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Só queria dizer pra ela que sinto saudades, muitas.&lt;br /&gt;Que adoraria poder vê-la, encontrá-la de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Talvez um dia, em algum lugar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Você marcou a minha vida, viveu, morreu na minha história.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chego a ter medo do futuro, e da solidão que em minha porta bate.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-1802987098802760818?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/1802987098802760818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=1802987098802760818&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/1802987098802760818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/1802987098802760818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-tento-descobrir-onde-fica-exatamente.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TCFsZVevTiI/AAAAAAAAAtA/5omGgHKl_8k/s72-c/adeus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-8260081430883898637</id><published>2010-06-13T15:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T15:45:24.542-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Tinha terminado, então. Porque a gente,&lt;br /&gt;alguma coisa dentro da gente,&lt;br /&gt;sempre sabe exatamente quando termina (...)&lt;br /&gt;Uma vontade de cuidar melhor de mim,&lt;br /&gt;de ser melhor para mim e para os outros.&lt;br /&gt;De não morrer, de não sufocar,&lt;br /&gt;de continuar sentindo encantamento&lt;br /&gt;por alguma outra pessoa que o futuro trará,&lt;br /&gt;porque sempre traz, e então não repetir&lt;br /&gt;nenhum comportamento. Ser novo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Caio F. Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-8260081430883898637?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/8260081430883898637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=8260081430883898637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/8260081430883898637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/8260081430883898637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/06/tinha-terminado-entao.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-2507600669000654738</id><published>2010-05-24T21:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:33:38.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ontem chorei. Por tudo que fomos. Por tudo o que não conseguimos ser. Por tudo que se perdeu. Por termos nos perdido. Pelo que queríamos que fosse e não foi. Pela renúncia. Por valores não dados. Por erros cometidos. Acertos não comemorados. Palavras dissipadas.Versos brancos. Chorei pela guerra cotidiana. Pelas tentativas de sobrevivência. Pelos apelos de paz não atendidos. Pelo amor derramado. Pelo amor ofendido e aprisionado. Pelo amor perdido. Pelo respeito empoeirado em cima da estante. Pelo carinho esquecido junto das cartas envelhecidas no guarda- roupa. Pelos sonhos desafinados, estremecidos e adiados. Pela culpa. Toda a culpa. Minha. Sua. Nossa culpa. Por tudo que foi e voou. E não volta mais, pois que hoje é já outro dia. Chorei. Apronto agora os meus pés na estrada. Ponho-me a caminhar sob sol e vento. Vou ali ser feliz e já volto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Caio F. Abreu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E os dias vão se encaminhando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vai ficar tudo bem, eu sei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1406561823812973939-2507600669000654738?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/2507600669000654738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=2507600669000654738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2507600669000654738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2507600669000654738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/05/ontem-chorei.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-1009397275454839188</id><published>2010-05-22T19:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T17:47:26.095-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O mar nunca esteve tão aflito, uma confusão de ondas que quebravam violentas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; que vinham altas de longe, e ao ficarem pequenas se misturavam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;com meus pés perdidos e meu coração desesperado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fiquei ali sentada pensando nos dias de sol, nos risos altos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; nas aventuras que vivemos, nos dias que passamos juntos, perdi as contas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lembrei de todos os meus medos e de todas as suas promessas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; de como eu tive certeza de que eram verdadeiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; De como eu me entreguei inteira pra você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O sal do choro que eu não conseguia conter, amargava na minha boca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; tão amarga como meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Eu não consegui mais uma vez, você entende isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Poucas pessoas na vida têm a oportunidade de ter um amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Eu não tive só um. E o perdi todas as vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Tô tão insegura quanto naquele dia que você me abraçou e me pediu que confiasse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; você lembra? Daquele dia que eu te deixei entrar dentro de mim, e me tirar da dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Você me trouxe pra um mundo tão nosso. Não vou me adaptar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu sei que os dias vão passar, e o tempo vai tirar tudo isso do meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas hoje dói. Dói entender que é de verdade, e que talvez seja pra sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pra sempre é tempo demais pra ficar sem você. Eu não sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas a gente sempre sabe quando alguém vai embora da nossa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E você foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E eu... Eu não vou me adaptar.&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/1406561823812973939-1009397275454839188?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/1009397275454839188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=1009397275454839188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/1009397275454839188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/1009397275454839188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-mar-nunca-esteve-tao-aflito-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-8457777043359957105</id><published>2010-05-09T22:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:40:34.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Incrivelmente linda! - Pensei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Deve ter tido alguma coisa de magia ali,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;qualquer coisa que eu não poderia explicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;que me fez tremer da cabeça aos pés,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;meu coração batia tão forte que achei que todos podiam ouvir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ela desceu as escadas em minha direção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;com aquele sorriso de sempre, hoje mais bonito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Qualquer que fosse o sorriso dela, ou de todas as pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hoje estaria mais bonito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Porque o HOJE é mais bonito em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Porque hoje é o dia, em que ela será minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nunca pensei possessivamente sobre ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mas era bom saber que ela seria minha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sem contestações, sem mais esperas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E ela chegou ao meu lado,  dei-lhe um beijo na testa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e falei baixinho: - A mulher mais feliz do mundo.. vai ser você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ela sorriu, e começamos ali o resto das nossas vidas.&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/1406561823812973939-8457777043359957105?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/8457777043359957105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=8457777043359957105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/8457777043359957105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/8457777043359957105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/05/incrivelmente-linda-pensei.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-1317277231021915865</id><published>2010-05-03T23:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:18:21.268-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/S9-D3GGcrlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/5xCwQQAElo4/s1600/th_gif15.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 35px; height: 28px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/S9-D3GGcrlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/5xCwQQAElo4/s320/th_gif15.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467233455204773458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Me ensina a não andar com os pés no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra sempre é sempre por um triz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, diz quantos desastres tem na minha mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz se é perigoso a gente ser feliz.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Beatriz - Chico Buarque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1406561823812973939-1317277231021915865?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/1317277231021915865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=1317277231021915865&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/1317277231021915865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/1317277231021915865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/05/me-ensina-nao-andar-com-os-pes-no-chao.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/S9-D3GGcrlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/5xCwQQAElo4/s72-c/th_gif15.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-5855813795844768635</id><published>2010-05-02T22:28:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:09:55.033-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/S94wMMM1W_I/AAAAAAAAAsg/hae-e8UdKB8/s1600/paciencia.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/S94wMMM1W_I/AAAAAAAAAsg/hae-e8UdKB8/s320/paciencia.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466859983665978354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do dia em que finalmente o que você tanto espera acontece, até você ficar realmente satisfeita com aquilo, parece um caminho longo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tenho me sentido exausta quanto a tudo isso. Busco forças e recomeço de manhã ao acordar todos os dias. Digo pra mim que vai ser melhor, que vai ser diferente. Pra logo em seguida uma palavrinha qualquer 'sem importância' colocar tudo por água abaixo. Você deve saber que eu tô me esforçando. Você tem vacilado. Muito. Mas eu, talvez precise fechar meus olhos um pouco agora. Não sei se por compreensão ou por consciência de tantas vezes ter vacilado com você, e querer te dar o direito de errar comigo agora. A verdade é que tem doído um bucado aqui. Sua falta de afeto quase constante. E os carinhos que você me dá vezenquando me alimentam, pra logo mais me matarem de fome, de saudade. Eu estou sendo muito paciente conosco. Não digo com você, porque ninguém tá fazendo nada sozinho aqui. Mas tenho tido muito mais amor do que eu pensei algum dia na vida. E você... acho que você nem sabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu continuo esperando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/1406561823812973939-5855813795844768635?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/5855813795844768635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=5855813795844768635&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/5855813795844768635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/5855813795844768635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-dia-em-que-finalmente-o-que-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/S94wMMM1W_I/AAAAAAAAAsg/hae-e8UdKB8/s72-c/paciencia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-3930091194144088087</id><published>2010-04-23T18:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:36:24.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Me queira bem. Estou te querendo muito bem neste minuto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tinha vontade que você estivesse aqui e eu pudesse te mostrar muitas coisas, grandes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; pequenas, e sem nenhuma importância, algumas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fique feliz, fique bem feliz, fique bem. Claro, queira ser feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Você é muito linda e eu tento te enviar a minha melhor vibração de axé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Mesmo que a gente se perca, não importa que tenha que se transformar em passado antes de virar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; futuro. Mas que seja bom o que vier, para você e para mim." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Caio F.&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/1406561823812973939-3930091194144088087?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/3930091194144088087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=3930091194144088087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3930091194144088087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3930091194144088087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/04/me-queira-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-5014280150651057326</id><published>2010-04-19T20:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:38:35.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;''...Descobrir jardins em lugares que consideramos impróprios.&lt;br /&gt;Os jardineiros sabem disso. Amam as flores e por isso cuidam de cada detalhe, porque sabem que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não há amor fora da experiência do cuidado.&lt;/span&gt; A cada dia, o jardineiro perdoa as suas roseiras.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe identificar que a ausência de flores não significa a morte absoluta, mas o repouso do preparo. Quem não souber viver o silêncio da preparação não terá o que florir depois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos aprender isso. Olhar para aquele que nos magoou e descobrir que as roseiras não dão flores fora do tempo nem tampouco fora do cultivo.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Se não há flores, talvez seja porque ainda não tenha chegado a hora de florir.&lt;/span&gt; Cada roseira tem seu estatuto, suas regras... Se não há flores, talvez seja porque até então ninguém tenha dado a atenção necessária para o cultivo daquela roseira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida requer cuidado. Os amores também.&lt;br /&gt;Flores e espinhos são belezas que se dão juntas. Não queira uma só.&lt;br /&gt;Elas não sabem viver sozinhas... Quem quiser levar a rosa para sua vida, terá de saber que com ela vão inúmeros espinhos. Mas não se preocupe.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A beleza da rosa vale o incômodo dos espinhos&lt;/span&gt;... ou não.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe. Fábio de Melo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-5014280150651057326?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/5014280150651057326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=5014280150651057326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/5014280150651057326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/5014280150651057326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-4802481368330410990</id><published>2010-03-24T00:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:14:13.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/S6mDGs4QH4I/AAAAAAAAAsY/KzjzIu4w2-o/s1600-h/Never_Ending_Love_by_Excentriekegast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/S6mDGs4QH4I/AAAAAAAAAsY/KzjzIu4w2-o/s320/Never_Ending_Love_by_Excentriekegast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452032975058247554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Alguma coisa bem lá no fundo,  me dizia que era o fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; E você veio me dizendo que não dava mais pra continuar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; A primeira sensação foi de uma dor no estômago, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;tão forte que vi que amor dói mais que gastrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Todas as sensações somáticas possíveis iam e vinham &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;na minha cabeça e no meu corpo inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Até que eu resolvi parar. Tentar ser racional, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;no meio de tanta intensidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Aquietei o coração e pensei sozinha que o fim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;não precisa ser como um ciclo hermeticamente fechado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pode ser pra nós o começo de uma nova fase, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;uma continuação do mesmo ciclo, que é dividido em etapas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e pra isso, uma precisa suceder a outra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E é chegado o fim de nós dois. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ainda não sei o que me espera, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;mas quero que saiba que um pedaço do meu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;vai estar junto do seu, onde você estiver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Porque eu sei que é amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bons ventos te levem e te tragam mais perto de mim.&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/1406561823812973939-4802481368330410990?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/4802481368330410990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=4802481368330410990&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/4802481368330410990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/4802481368330410990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/03/alguma-coisa-bem-la-no-fundo-me-dizia.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/S6mDGs4QH4I/AAAAAAAAAsY/KzjzIu4w2-o/s72-c/Never_Ending_Love_by_Excentriekegast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-3217426698735511936</id><published>2010-02-26T16:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T16:58:29.064-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/S4gnr_A9AQI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/dKYhheRRS_M/s1600-h/P7-Arvore-Sol-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/S4gnr_A9AQI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/dKYhheRRS_M/s320/P7-Arvore-Sol-full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442643786280534274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Naquele dia tudo estava diferente. Não diferente do que era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mas diferente do que iria ser dali em diante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Todos os caminhos ganhariam novos rumos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Não dava mais pra seguir em frente dentro das perspectivas que existiam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Algo precisava ganhar forma, tudo precisava de cor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Uma conversa séria, dois corações abertos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;um mundo de lágrimas e sonhos sustentados no desespero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Um pedido de desculpas, um abraço que abarcaria o mundo inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;um beijo, um carinho.. Uma cama, uma tarde inteira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E tudo novo de novo.. Mais uma vez, pra sempre...&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/1406561823812973939-3217426698735511936?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/3217426698735511936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=3217426698735511936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3217426698735511936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3217426698735511936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2010/02/naquele-dia-tudo-estava-diferente.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/S4gnr_A9AQI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/dKYhheRRS_M/s72-c/P7-Arvore-Sol-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-7209674031819373873</id><published>2009-11-21T23:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:27:27.518-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gente, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu vou fechar as visitas do blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pelo menos por enquanto...&lt;br /&gt;Pra evitar situações desagradáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E peço que vocês queridos, me passem o email de acesso de vocês ao blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pra que eu os convide a serem meus visitantes aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do contrário, o blog estará fechado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quem não quiser deixar como comentário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; pode me mandar um email: janainassil@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Beijo em todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1406561823812973939-7209674031819373873?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/7209674031819373873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=7209674031819373873&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7209674031819373873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7209674031819373873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/11/gente-eu-vou-fechar-as-visitas-do-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-3741626296904389606</id><published>2009-11-20T22:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:28:45.385-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Aiii, eu andoo tãão sem criatividade, que raramente tenho passado por aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitando que ganhei um selinho, vim postar né?! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; font-family: verdana;font-family:Trebuchet,'Trebuchet MS',Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Recebi a campanha do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Cartão Vermelho&lt;/span&gt; da &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vanessaa Batista&lt;/span&gt;, lá do &lt;a href="http://neguinhasim.blogspot.com/"&gt;Neguinha? Sim!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SwdC0ijyzbI/AAAAAAAAArk/So89BkQ5dq0/s1600/cartao-vermelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SwdC0ijyzbI/AAAAAAAAArk/So89BkQ5dq0/s320/cartao-vermelho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406363348079136178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;É pra fazer uma listinha de 10 coisas/experiências/fatos desagradáveis, que realmente merecem cartão vermelho e depois passa pra 5 pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;Então vaaaamo lá... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOU CARTÃO VERMELHO PARA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. TPM -&lt;/span&gt; hahaha, aaii, sinceramente nem eu me supooorto de tpm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;2. 'Amiguinhas' de namorado -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; não todas, claro. Não sou nenhuma psicopata (não sempre pelo menos, hahaha) Mas aquelas que chegam agarrando muuito, beijando muuito, pegando muuito, ah não gosto mesmo e prooonto.. CARTÃO VERMELHO pra elas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Professores enroladores - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ninguém merece sair de casa até a Universidade, e chegar lá o professor dar uma aulinha de 25 minutos e liberar a turma! =/ Convenhamos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ex-namorados/casos/e afins (a)- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;precisa dizer porque? ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gente falsa - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ninguém merece gente que se faz de amiguinha e te mete o pau pelas costas! Fico revoltada com essas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quem maltrata animais e/ou crianças -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Ou qualquer que não tenha como se defender. :x Deviam morrer todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Saudade -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Existe coisa que dói mais? =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Engordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; - Ahhh, tá demais! Não quero, nem gueento mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Falta de dinheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; - ixi, nem vou explicar! kkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Deslealdade -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  que convenhamos é muito além de infidelidade. E a maioria das pessoas não merecem, a maioria sim, porque algumas, beem que mereciam! :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Porque nada na vida tem valor maior que um sorriso, que movimenta 28 músculos da face, cura feridas na alma e faz tudo ganhar cor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;As 5 pessoas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Glau Ribeiro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://cotidianonossoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meus Rabiscos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Fê Azevedo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://feazevedo.wordpress.com/"&gt;Fernandices&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Janaína, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://livroantigo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alfarrábio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Cris, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://blog-fuzue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fuzuê&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Rebeca, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://nectar-da-flor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nectar da Flor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beeeijos amores ;*&lt;br /&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/1406561823812973939-3741626296904389606?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/3741626296904389606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=3741626296904389606&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3741626296904389606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3741626296904389606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/11/aiii-eu-andoo-taao-sem-criatividade-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SwdC0ijyzbI/AAAAAAAAArk/So89BkQ5dq0/s72-c/cartao-vermelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-218806781704799611</id><published>2009-11-16T22:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:03:39.231-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SwIBtzBHMuI/AAAAAAAAArc/BB9sQty6JJA/s1600/livre-leve-solto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SwIBtzBHMuI/AAAAAAAAArc/BB9sQty6JJA/s200/livre-leve-solto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404884389098631906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ninguém nunca deve ter ensinado pra você que as pessoas mudam,&lt;br /&gt;e que 2 anos é tempo demais quando se olha pro que passou.&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que fui pega de surpresa, mas aqui pra nós, nunca me senti tão bem.&lt;br /&gt;Não que eu acredite nas suas palavras bonitas e cheias de enrolação.&lt;br /&gt;Não nasci ontem e nem te conheci há pouco tempo,&lt;br /&gt;mas sabe o que me deixa satisfeita, é você saber que perdeu.&lt;br /&gt;E tentar todas as maneiras de reconquistar aquilo que nunca mais será seu.&lt;br /&gt;Por um único motivo, num espaço que só cabem dois, não há como entrar um terceiro.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia todo mundo cansa. Eu cansei tem tanto tempo, mas você nem deve ter visto.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia ela também vai cansar. E você, será que não vai nunca?&lt;br /&gt;Cansar, crescer, amadurecer? Já tá mais que na hora.&lt;br /&gt;Nada do que você fizer vai mudar o mal que me causou,&lt;br /&gt;Nada que você fale, escreva, vai mudar o que eu sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei o que quero e quem eu quero!&lt;br /&gt;Mas quer saber? Gostei de saber que você se importa.&lt;br /&gt;Porque pelo menos um pouco do eu senti, você precisa passar.&lt;br /&gt;Só por questão de justiça mesmo! ;)&lt;br /&gt;E não é que um dia na vida o momento que você tanto esperou, resolve acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;É, não tem preço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1406561823812973939-218806781704799611?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/218806781704799611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=218806781704799611&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/218806781704799611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/218806781704799611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/11/ninguem-nunca-deve-ter-ensinado-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SwIBtzBHMuI/AAAAAAAAArc/BB9sQty6JJA/s72-c/livre-leve-solto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-8884047883660244186</id><published>2009-11-09T00:02:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:54:46.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sabe que ontem olhando pra você tanta coisa me passou na cabeça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Os dias têm voado no calendário e eu não sou mais aquela menininha&lt;br /&gt;com quem você jogava bola,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;aquela que você carregava nas costas morrendo de rir,&lt;br /&gt;a gente já não se balança na rede,&lt;br /&gt;e nem brinca de Free Willy na praia...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quase não me lembro daquela menina que corria feliz&lt;br /&gt;pro portão quando raras vezes você conseguia chegar cedo&lt;br /&gt;a tempo de pegá-la acordada pra brincar um pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Eu não sou mais aquela menina birrenta que batia o pé e chorava em qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;sempre que era contrariada, e você fazia todas as vontades...&lt;br /&gt;Nem tudo mudou, eu ainda sou birrenta, mas você nem vê...&lt;br /&gt;É que hoje eu choro sozinha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Os anos foram passando e você não me coloca mais no colo pra me levar pra cama.&lt;br /&gt;Você não me pergunta mais o que quero de presente de Natal,&lt;br /&gt;nem qual o tema da minha festinha de aniversário..&lt;br /&gt;A gente não viaja mais nas férias, nem torce pro mesmo time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Tanta coisa mudou nesse tempo todo, que me dá um nó na garganta, só de pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Se eu pudesse deter os dias, os anos...&lt;br /&gt;Eu faria, só pra te ter mais perto de mim, como sempre foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As vezes eu quase esqueço que foi você&lt;br /&gt;que me ensinou matemática na tarefa de casa,&lt;br /&gt;quase esqueço dos seus abraços apertados&lt;br /&gt;quando ia ver minhas apresentações de Ginástica,&lt;br /&gt;e a vibração se eu fosse campeã..&lt;br /&gt;As vezes até esqueço que foi com você que eu aprendi a andar de bicileta&lt;br /&gt;e a ajudar as pessoas, seja ligando pro criança esperança (rs),&lt;br /&gt;ou doando brinquedos nas favelas.&lt;br /&gt;Como eu posso ter esquecido? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hoje os nossos fins de semana não são mais comuns,&lt;br /&gt;na verdade não temos mais quase nada em comum..&lt;br /&gt;tirando Fábio Jr. e algumas poucas coisas.. não fica nada mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Eu pareço tanto com você, que até me dói te olhar assim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Alguma coisa me diz que você não tem sido feliz, e isso me dá uma angustia danada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Tudo tem estado meio fora do lugar e eu não sei o que dizer, nem fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mas eu queria que você soubesse, que eu o amo muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;E que se eu pudesse te faria a pessoa mais feliz do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu nem sei te dizer isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;E eu tô aqui escrevendo, e sei que você nunca vai ler...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mas é que eu te vi chorando no meu aniversário de 21 anos&lt;br /&gt;e fiquei pensando se era de saudade, da menina que eu fui um dia,&lt;br /&gt;ou do pai que você foi um dia... Talvez dos dois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;É, o tempo passou, a gente se perdeu e nem viu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Em 01.11.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1406561823812973939-8884047883660244186?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/8884047883660244186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=8884047883660244186&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/8884047883660244186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/8884047883660244186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/11/sabe-que-ontem-olhando-pra-voce-tanta.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-457753863066838098</id><published>2009-10-28T01:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T01:33:51.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SufJSOzVgwI/AAAAAAAAArU/SEa5Di3ltzA/s1600-h/rosa+branca.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SufJSOzVgwI/AAAAAAAAArU/SEa5Di3ltzA/s200/rosa+branca.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397503993475072770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;''Quem vai te abraçar?&lt;br /&gt; Me fala quem vai te socorrer&lt;br /&gt; Quando chover e acabar a luz&lt;br /&gt; Pra quem você vai correr?&lt;br /&gt; E quem vai me levar&lt;br /&gt; Entre as estrelas, quem vai fazer&lt;br /&gt; Toda manhã me cobrir de luz?&lt;br /&gt; Quem, além de você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa isso passar, e quando passar&lt;br /&gt; Vou estar aqui te esperando,&lt;br /&gt; Pra te receber&lt;br /&gt; E sorrir feliz dessa vez&lt;br /&gt; Que esse amor é tanto..''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quem, além de você? - Leoni)&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/1406561823812973939-457753863066838098?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/457753863066838098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=457753863066838098&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/457753863066838098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/457753863066838098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/10/quem-vai-te-abracar-me-fala-quem-vai-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SufJSOzVgwI/AAAAAAAAArU/SEa5Di3ltzA/s72-c/rosa+branca.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-4561800226184281716</id><published>2009-10-27T01:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T01:32:40.833-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SuZ3jGHqJnI/AAAAAAAAArM/iUwirKkLZyM/s1600-h/relacoes-como-saber-amor-acabou-460x345-br.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SuZ3jGHqJnI/AAAAAAAAArM/iUwirKkLZyM/s320/relacoes-como-saber-amor-acabou-460x345-br.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397132648271980146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sabe qual o problema da maioria dos homens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eles nos ferem e a gente perdoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E ferem de novo, e a gente perdoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sempre, e mais uma vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E eles acabam achando que a gente nunca vai cansar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Só que uma hora isso acaba acontecendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E aí, é ADEUS, ponto final.&lt;/span&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/1406561823812973939-4561800226184281716?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/4561800226184281716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=4561800226184281716&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/4561800226184281716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/4561800226184281716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/10/sabe-qual-o-problema-da-maioria-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SuZ3jGHqJnI/AAAAAAAAArM/iUwirKkLZyM/s72-c/relacoes-como-saber-amor-acabou-460x345-br.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-8799052357389400487</id><published>2009-10-18T16:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:40:00.611-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E agora tem mais anjos lá no céu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SttutexKZZI/AAAAAAAAArE/ubLVzGYGmxE/s1600-h/saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 365px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SttutexKZZI/AAAAAAAAArE/ubLVzGYGmxE/s320/saudade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394026706338735506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;É tudo tão contraditório, crianças que ao invés de brincar.. Sofrem de dor.&lt;br /&gt;E acabam morrendo.. dando fim ao sofrimento.&lt;br /&gt;E Palhaços que estão de LUTO.&lt;br /&gt;Mas nós somos palhaços de uma vida real e que não é fácil.&lt;br /&gt;E esses choram, de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difícil é dizer ADEUS.&lt;br /&gt;À nós, fica somente a saudade e muitas lembranças.&lt;br /&gt;Vocês descansaram, e a dor agora é só da gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vitória e Geovane&lt;/b&gt;, fiquem do ladinho de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;E que Ele olhe por nós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1406561823812973939-8799052357389400487?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/8799052357389400487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=8799052357389400487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/8799052357389400487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/8799052357389400487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-agora-tem-mais-anjos-la-no-ceu.html' title='E agora tem mais anjos lá no céu.'/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SttutexKZZI/AAAAAAAAArE/ubLVzGYGmxE/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-2935265482247597087</id><published>2009-10-04T21:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:10:30.573-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SslGlZC47nI/AAAAAAAAAq8/hTIinbG-uTU/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SslGlZC47nI/AAAAAAAAAq8/hTIinbG-uTU/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388916037317619314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É que quando penso em nós dois, penso nos dias e noites em que nos fizemos felizes.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem fazer nada de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Nas vezes que rimos de coisas sem nexo,&lt;br /&gt;e choramos por frustrações da vida de cada um.&lt;br /&gt;Nas vezes que perdemos a esperança,&lt;br /&gt;desacreditamos no que há de mais importante, que é o que sentimos.&lt;br /&gt;Nas tantas vezes que um de nós, ou os dois, já quis pular fora.&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes nos magoamos falando o que não devíamos, e acabamos complicando tudo. Lembro das tantas vezes que recomeçamos do zero,&lt;br /&gt;e nos demos mais uma chance de sonhar de novo, de amar de novo.&lt;br /&gt;E é isso que me alimenta!&lt;br /&gt;Porque nós dois sabemos que não existe perfeição,&lt;br /&gt;que não existe nada que vá durar pra sempre,&lt;br /&gt;porque pra sempre talvez também nem exista.&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabemos que 'eternidade' cabe dentro de uma abraço calado,&lt;br /&gt;de uma palavra que ameniza uma dor.&lt;br /&gt;Cabe dentro do nosso coração.&lt;br /&gt;E é nisso que temos investido.&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu acredito fielmente,&lt;br /&gt;que duas metades completas formam um inteiro mais forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Eu te amo demais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ano e 6 meses ♥&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/1406561823812973939-2935265482247597087?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/2935265482247597087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=2935265482247597087&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2935265482247597087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2935265482247597087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-que-quando-penso-em-nos-dois-penso.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SslGlZC47nI/AAAAAAAAAq8/hTIinbG-uTU/s72-c/bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-1214151508193287958</id><published>2009-08-24T00:10:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:06:27.885-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SpIFpJOBwLI/AAAAAAAAAqU/_l0cb-cra3A/s1600-h/DSC05088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SpIFpJOBwLI/AAAAAAAAAqU/_l0cb-cra3A/s320/DSC05088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373363509813952690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Eu vim aqui mais uma vez, porque você precisa saber, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;que eu nunca vou poder dizer o quanto amo você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Que cada dia descubro algo mais pra amar em você, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ou mais um defeito que eu aprendo a conviver.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de sempre eu meter os pés pelas mãos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nada no mundo me faz amar menos você.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nem muito menos desistir dos nossos sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Posso dizer que são nossos né meu anjo?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Saiba que no auge dos meus 19 anos eu encontrei &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a melhor razão pra sorrir&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;quando nada no mundo mais podia me deter, quando eu acreditei que eu podia tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e eu usei isso tudo em torno de coisas vazias,&lt;br /&gt;que não me acrescentaram mais do que experiência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Foram poucas lembranças boas e muito pouco cr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;escimento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(a não ser pelas dores que sempre nos fazem crescer).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Quando tudo na minha vida se transformava em balada, bebida, noites e investidas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;você chegou e me deu freio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quando nada mais me prendia atenção, seu jeito me despertou.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;me mostrou que eu não podia tudo que queria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Você me acordou da fantasia ruim e me colocou num &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sonho bom. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;Onde as noites passaram a ter dia seguinte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e o amanhecer ficou cheio de beijos e amor pro café da manhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Você me deu asas, e fincou os meus pés no chão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Pra que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;eu tivesse sempre onde pousar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;, quando algo saísse do meu controle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Você me ensinou o saudável que existe no amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;a simplicidade de cuidar. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Você mostrou pra mim que poucos são os que se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; importam,&lt;br /&gt;e que esses são os que devem importar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Você pegou o meu mundo desfeito, todo aos pedaços, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e vem me ajudando a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;reconstruir, dia após dia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Você me deu força e coragem quando eu achei que não podia mais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Quando os pés ficaram fracos e eu não pude mais seguir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;você me carregou nos seus braços.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Você me empresta suas camisas pra servirem de pijama, e nada é tão confortável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Você me abraça e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;eu me encaixo nos seus braços com tamanha perfeição&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;que o mundo inteiro se perde em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Você me apoiou e me ajudou nas coisas simples e nas mais difíceis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você me acolheu quando achei que ninguém mais tive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sse me vendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Você reacendeu em mim uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;fé e força que eu achei que nunca mais pudesse ter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Você me reavivou sonhos lindos, e me fez despertar pros meus objetivos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;Você tem o dom de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me fazer sorrir&lt;/span&gt; com coisas idiotas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;você me ouve falar sem parar e não me manda calar a boca (não sempre, rs) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;Você &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me ensinou tantas coisas novas&lt;/span&gt;, aprendi a comer sushi,&lt;br /&gt;a gostar de música internacional,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt; de estilos alternativos,&lt;br /&gt;você me levou à tantos lugares, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me deixou conhecer o seu mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;De dentro de você, onde talvez ninguém tenha chegado tão perto. Vai saber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas é tão perto que quase me sinto um pedaço teu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;Só quero te dizer que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TE AMO MUITO&lt;/span&gt; mesmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; porque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;eu não conheço nada mais lindo do que esse nosso amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Era só um email simples, pra ele lembrar que eu o amo muito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;mas resolvi que todo mundo deveria saber disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Então vim publicar aqui pra quem quiser saber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;o tamanho do meu amor por ele e o quanto dele eu sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;E pretendo ser sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SpIJy6L1rWI/AAAAAAAAAqc/IspQn4TqNBg/s1600-h/smile_love.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 23px; height: 16px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SpIJy6L1rWI/AAAAAAAAAqc/IspQn4TqNBg/s320/smile_love.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373368075623443810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-1214151508193287958?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/1214151508193287958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=1214151508193287958&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/1214151508193287958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/1214151508193287958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-vim-aqui-mais-uma-vez-porque-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SpIFpJOBwLI/AAAAAAAAAqU/_l0cb-cra3A/s72-c/DSC05088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-814545186800354860</id><published>2009-08-20T00:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:23:04.745-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/So1pTpazy-I/AAAAAAAAAqM/bVG0Eql0QSU/s1600-h/beijinho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/So1pTpazy-I/AAAAAAAAAqM/bVG0Eql0QSU/s320/beijinho.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372065716779600866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu lembro quando eu lia os seus textos e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tentava entender o que você escrevia&lt;/span&gt;, antes mesmo da gente se conhecer, eu viajava nas suas idéias e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te achava totalmente fora do normal.&lt;/span&gt; Quando eu comecei a sonhar com você, eu já sabia que não ia ser fácil. E você sequer imaginava que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu ia dar tanto trabalho.&lt;/span&gt; É, e não foi fácil mesmo. Mas estava só começando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isso tudo foi antes de eu descobrir que você cozinhava bem, que limpava a casa, e arrumava a sua cama. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isso foi antes de eu ter você.&lt;/span&gt; Foi antes de eu me entregar. Agora eu bagunço a sua cama, a sua casa, sua vida. Eu deixo o chuveiro pingando e você vai lá fechar. Eu faço você tomar fanta todos os dias, e você nem liga. Eu faço você ir às festas dos meus amigos, da minha família, e você está sempre comigo. Você ri alto e espalhado das coisas, e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não acha graça das minhas piadas&lt;/span&gt;, ri do meu jeito de pronunciar o R, me dá bombom quase todo dia, e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;traz presentes pra ‘comprar’ sorrisos quando eu estou triste.&lt;/span&gt; Você faz a maioria das minhas vontades. Você cuida de mim. Repara na minha sobrancelha e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arruma minha franja.&lt;/span&gt; Você se preocupa com as minhas notas na faculdade e se recusa a me ver nas vésperas de prova. Você quer me levar ao médico cada vez que eu espirro um pouco mais alto. E &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me força a comer verduras e coisas saudáveis&lt;/span&gt;, contrariando minha dieta de pizza e batata-frita. Você me leva sempre aos melhores lugares. E faz questão de me animar, e lembrar o quanto eu sou importante. Você consegue me achar linda de manhã cedo e me encher de cheiro, na tentativa (inútil) de me tirar da cama. Você arruma um tempinho pra mim ao longo do dia, e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me faz querer passar o resto dos meus dias com você.&lt;/span&gt; Você me faz querer dormir só pra &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sonhar com você&lt;/span&gt;, e acordar só pra &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ter você por perto&lt;/span&gt;. Você olha meus recados do Orkut, e estica o olho cada vez que apita uma mensagem no meu celular e sempre pergunta o que eu estou fazendo na internet. E ainda reclama que eu tenho ciúmes. Reclama das minhas saias e dos meus amigos. Reclama das minhas mal criações. Reclama que eu ligo muito, e se eu não ligar também reclama. Reclama de tudo só pra ser chato. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O meu chato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tudo isso foi antes de eu saber que eu ia ser só sua.&lt;/span&gt; E eu cheguei à conclusão que por mais que não perca nunca a mania de escrever sobre você e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pra você&lt;/span&gt;. Eu não conseguiria te dizer tudo que sinto, nem se passasse todas as noites da minha vida em claro tentando. Por isso eu prefiro passá-las com você. Pra te ver dormir ou simplesmente pra ficar com você. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pelo resto da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;É que eu te amo sem medidas.&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/1406561823812973939-814545186800354860?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/814545186800354860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=814545186800354860&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/814545186800354860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/814545186800354860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-lembro-quando-eu-lia-os-seus-textos.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/So1pTpazy-I/AAAAAAAAAqM/bVG0Eql0QSU/s72-c/beijinho.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-4931493524478403248</id><published>2009-08-19T18:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:48:21.187-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Sox19tre92I/AAAAAAAAAqE/cISr9foJqOU/s1600-h/meme+perguntas+e+respostas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Sox19tre92I/AAAAAAAAAqE/cISr9foJqOU/s320/meme+perguntas+e+respostas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371798158640609122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Regras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Responder a verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Repassar aos blogueiros que conhece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Não esquecer do recadinho para quem te convidou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;1) Onde está seu celular?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Na minha frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;2) E o [marido] namorado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No Quartel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;3) Cor do seu cabelo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Naturalmente PRETO! Mas há 3 anos cor de mel com luzes loiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;4) O que mais gosta de fazer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ver jogo de futebol no estádio, Ir à praia, e restaurantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;5) O que você sonhou na noite passada? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sonhei com o casamento de uma amiga que me contou que ia casar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e ela tava usando um batom beeeem vermelho! kkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;6) Onde você está agora? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Em casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;7) Onde você gostaria de estar agora? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No Congresso Internacional de Reabilitação em São Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;8) Onde você gostaria de estar em seis anos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Trabalhando em alguma unidade do Hospital Sara (Salvador, BH, etc.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;9) Onde você estava há seis anos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aqui. Estudando 1º ano do Ensino Médio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;10) Onde você estava na noite passada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Na Igreja Presbiteriana, na revisão do EJC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;11) O que você não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Legal. kkkk Não sou simpática, nem compreensiva. E queria muito ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;12) O que você é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ahhh, tanta coisa... rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;13) Objeto de desejo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;uma moto pra ir à faculdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;14) O que vai comprar hoje? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;15) Qual sua última compra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Uma barra de chocolate cookies'in creme da Hersheys e um Saco de Batatas fritas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;16) A última coisa que você fez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dormi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;17) O que você está usando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vestidinho amarelo e havaianas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;18) Quem está com você agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ninguém =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;19) Seu cachorro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;aah, só de pelúcia... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;20) Seu computador?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tô aqui usando ele! kkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;21) Seu humor hoje? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ah tá até bom, considerando uma TPM em vista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;22) Com saudades de alguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tanta, mas tanta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;23) Seu carro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;G.O.L. - Grande Ônibus Lotado! kkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;24) Perfume que está usando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Egeo Dolce (O Boticário)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;25) Última coisa que comeu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Batata frita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;26) Fome de quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;De brigadeiro com morango! huuuuuuuuum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;27) Preguiça de… ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;de acordar cedo e ir pra faculdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;28) Próxima coisa que pretende comprar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;um blush, o meu acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;29) Seu verão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Praia, praia, praia, as vezes praia, quando não tem o que fazer, praia, depois praia, e mais praia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;30) Ama alguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tanta gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;31) Quando foi a última vez que deu uma gargalhada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hoje no estágio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;32) Quando chorou pela última vez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Domingo no EJC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E passando pra os companheiros de blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cotidianonossoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Glau Ribeiro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://feazevedo.wordpress.com/"&gt;Fê Azevedo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quandtoutexplose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nectar-da-flor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rebeca&lt;/a&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/1406561823812973939-4931493524478403248?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/4931493524478403248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=4931493524478403248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/4931493524478403248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/4931493524478403248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/08/regras-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Sox19tre92I/AAAAAAAAAqE/cISr9foJqOU/s72-c/meme+perguntas+e+respostas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-2517075667374623588</id><published>2009-08-18T09:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:04:24.146-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Soqh56RgchI/AAAAAAAAAp8/y_k8MJg-nnQ/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+ejc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Soqh56RgchI/AAAAAAAAAp8/y_k8MJg-nnQ/s320/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+ejc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371283521860039186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"[...] Te encontrar foi tao bom, eu não posso esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  Nosso encontro mudou meu viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  Foi tao grande a emoção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  Quando ouvi Sua voz me falando de amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  Pois Você me aceitou do jeito que eu sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  Te dei meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;[...] Eu só sei de uma coisa e vou Lhe dizer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Simplesmente eu não posso e não sei viver, sem Você Jesus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EJC, Não existem palavras capazes de descrever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cada minuto, guardado pra sempre no meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1406561823812973939-2517075667374623588?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/2517075667374623588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=2517075667374623588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2517075667374623588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2517075667374623588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Soqh56RgchI/AAAAAAAAAp8/y_k8MJg-nnQ/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+ejc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-2567226892317003058</id><published>2009-08-12T19:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:06:30.635-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Síndrome dos "vinte e tantos anos"</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;É quando você começa a se dar conta de que seu círculo de amigos é menor do que há alguns anos. Se dá conta de que é cada vez mais difícil vê-los e organizar horários por diferentes questões: trabalho, estudo, namorado(a) etc.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; E cada vez desfruta mais dessa cervejinha que serve como desculpa para conversar um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;As multidões já não são 'tão divertidas'... E as vezes até te incomodam.&lt;br /&gt;E você estranha o bem-bom da escola, dos grupos, de socializar com as mesmas pessoas de forma constante. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas começa a se dar conta de que enquanto alguns eram verdadeiros amigos, outros não eram tão especiais depois de tudo.&lt;/span&gt; Você começa a perceber que algumas pessoas são egoístas e que, talvez, esses amigos que você acreditava serem próximos não são exatamente as melhores pessoas que conheceu e que o pessoal com quem perdeu contato são os amigos mais importantes para você.&lt;br /&gt;Você ri com mais vontade, mas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chora com menos lágrimas e mais dor.&lt;/span&gt; Partem seu coração e você se pergunta como essa pessoa que amou tanto pôde lhe fazer tanto mal. Ou, talvez, a noite você se lembre e se pergunte por que não pode conhecer alguém o suficiente interessante para querer conhecê-lo melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;todos que você conhece já estão namorando há anos e alguns começam a se casar. &lt;/span&gt;Talvez você também realmente ame alguém, mas simplesmente não tem certeza se está preparado para se comprometer pelo resto da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Os encontros de uma noite começam a parecer baratos e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficar bêbado e agir como um idiota começa a parecer realmente estúpido.&lt;/span&gt; Sair três vezes num final de semana lhe deixa esgotado e significa muito dinheiro para seu pequeno salário.&lt;br /&gt;Você olha para o seu trabalho e, talvez, não esteja nem perto do que pensava que estaria fazendo.&lt;br /&gt;Ou, talvez, esteja procurando algum trabalho e pensa que tem que começar de baixo e isso lhe dá um pouco de medo. Dia a dia, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;você trata de começar a se entender, sobre o que quer e o que nao quer.&lt;/span&gt; Uma missão nada fácil.&lt;br /&gt;Suas opiniões se tornam mais fortes. Você vê o que os outros estão fazendo e se encontra julgando um pouco mais do que o normal, porque de repente, você tem certos laços em sua vida e adiciona coisas a sua lista do que é aceitável e do que não é. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Às vezes, você se sente genial e invencível, outras... Apenas com medo e confuso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; De repente, você trata de se obstinar ao passado, mas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se dá conta de que o passado se distancia cada vez mais e que não há outra opção a não ser continuar avançando.&lt;/span&gt; Você se preocupa com o futuro, empréstimos, dinheiro... E com construir uma vida para você. E enquanto ganhar uma carreira seria grandioso, você não queria estar competindo nela.&lt;br /&gt;O que talvez você não se dê conta, é que todos que estamos lendo esse texto e temos os nossos 20 e poucos [ou tantos] anos, nos identificamos com ele. Todos nós que gostaríamos de voltar aos 15-16 anos algumas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;E este parece ser um lugar instável, um caminho de passagem, uma bagunça na cabeça... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Mas TODOS dizem que é a melhor época de nossas vidas e não temos que deixar de aproveitá-la por causa dos nossos medos... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dizem que esses tempos são o cimento do nosso futuro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Parece que foi ontem que tínhamos 16... Então, amanha teremos 30?! Assim tão rápido?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAÇAMOS VALER O NOSSO TEMPO... PORQUE ELE PASSA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Desconheço o autor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente, recebi esse texto por email e como me identifiquei com ele.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como é bom saber que existem outras pessoas no mesmo conflito que eu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tratemos de viver os nossos 20 e tantos anos!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;vida passa rápido demais para deixarmos que ela passe em branco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vivam tudo que há pra viver, antes, durante ou depois dos 20 e tantos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Beeeijo amores!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-2567226892317003058?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/2567226892317003058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=2567226892317003058&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2567226892317003058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2567226892317003058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/08/sindrome-dos-vinte-e-tantos-anos.html' title='A Síndrome dos &quot;vinte e tantos anos&quot;'/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-42874411745834502</id><published>2009-08-07T23:16:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:37:21.440-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Postando aqui só pra agradecer o selinho que ganhei da CRIS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://blog-fuzue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fuzuê&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, blog mais do que indicado! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; fofura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SnzgTqTLv0I/AAAAAAAAAps/GGd525YisPE/s1600-h/selo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SnzgTqTLv0I/AAAAAAAAAps/GGd525YisPE/s200/selo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367411484295675714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E aqui as regrinhas do selo:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Colocar o selo no seu blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Indicar 10 blogs que você adore:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" href="http://feazevedo.wordpress.com/"&gt;Fernandices&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" href="http://cotidianonossoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cotidiano Nosso&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" href="http://deatosefatos.blogspot.com/"&gt;De atos e fatos&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" href="http://sophiacompeaga.blogspot.com/"&gt;Insights&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" href="http://japonesembraile.blogspot.com/"&gt;Japonês em Braile&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" href="http://berkmis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nos meus passos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" href="http://prosaincerta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Prosa Incerta&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" href="http://sabe-de-uma-coisa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sabe de uma coisa&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" href="http://quandtoutexplose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Toda palavra escrita, rabiscada&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;" href="http://sonhosemconservas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sonhos em Conservas&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Informar aos “premiados”&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dizer 5 coisas que você adore:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Livros&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Viagens&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Presentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;- Bebês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Indo viajar amanhã cedinho&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salvador - BA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SnzkNR-i2OI/AAAAAAAAAp0/C1Tyo5qkpnY/s1600-h/th_sol.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 31px; height: 31px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SnzkNR-i2OI/AAAAAAAAAp0/C1Tyo5qkpnY/s320/th_sol.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367415772733954274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Volto em breve amores meus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AMOR, vou morrer de saudade *.*&lt;/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/1406561823812973939-42874411745834502?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/42874411745834502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=42874411745834502&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/42874411745834502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/42874411745834502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/08/postando-aqui-so-pra-agradecer-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SnzgTqTLv0I/AAAAAAAAAps/GGd525YisPE/s72-c/selo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-3515242922557317967</id><published>2009-08-02T23:49:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T01:15:16.830-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-2745417290236595203&amp;amp;hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;fs=true" style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;É que hoje em especial, eu senti necessidade de estar perto dela,&lt;br /&gt;e como 379 km me impossibilitam de fazer isso,&lt;br /&gt;eu tô aqui relembrando o vídeo que fiz pra ela de aniversário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só pra que ela não esqueça &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nunca&lt;/span&gt; que está presente na minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;na minha memória, no meu coração e nos meus planos, sempre!&lt;br /&gt;Sua amizade é uma parte &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muito importante&lt;/span&gt; do que me faz forte.&lt;br /&gt;Você nem sabe o quanto.&lt;br /&gt;E é essa força que quero que você receba, mesmo que tão longe..&lt;br /&gt;Confie naquilo que Deus tem guardado pra você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje mais do nunca, eu estou com você.&lt;br /&gt;Em sintonia, alma e coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que saudade não tem tradução.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo muito Belzinha!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SnZTMU3UYMI/AAAAAAAAAo8/xX8mBzaJa4A/s1600-h/th_Animation1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 10px; height: 11px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SnZTMU3UYMI/AAAAAAAAAo8/xX8mBzaJa4A/s400/th_Animation1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365567477282791618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-3515242922557317967?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/3515242922557317967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=3515242922557317967&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3515242922557317967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3515242922557317967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-que-hoje-em-especial-eu-senti.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SnZTMU3UYMI/AAAAAAAAAo8/xX8mBzaJa4A/s72-c/th_Animation1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-5130952814436664551</id><published>2009-07-29T23:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:48:07.481-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Será?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SnEEEAeif8I/AAAAAAAAAo0/JOj_U8L9vsg/s1600-h/pinky+dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SnEEEAeif8I/AAAAAAAAAo0/JOj_U8L9vsg/s320/pinky+dreams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364073098069049282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me disseram hoje uma frase que ficou na cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;'Se conhece namorado quando vira EX.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se isso é mesmo verdade, então as pessoas tem prazo de validade de caráter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ou o amor realmente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;cega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; a gente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Confesso que por experiências próprias não posso negar a afirmação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Talvez não seja exatamente assim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas pra mim ou o prazo de validade venceu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ou no fundo, a pessoa nunca valera mesmo aquilo que eu estimava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas então, se a teoria se aplica... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Somos felizes hoje, amamos, nos entregamos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vivemos os melhores momentos que alguém pode ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E aí amanhã você acorda e quando vê, se depara com alguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que você não conhecia até então, capaz de coisas que você nunca imaginou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Na verdade acredito que as pessoas sempre dão indícios de quem elas são,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ninguém consegue fingir o tempo todo, todo o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas a gente prefere acreditar nos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DB_JLgwpwZE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deslizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nunca aceitando que sejam mesmo traços de caráter e personalidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E assim nós mesmos nos enganamos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;por amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;falta de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, nesse caso, por si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas uma coisa é certa, se EX servisse, seria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;atual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1406561823812973939-5130952814436664551?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/5130952814436664551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=5130952814436664551&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/5130952814436664551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/5130952814436664551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/07/sera.html' title='Será?'/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SnEEEAeif8I/AAAAAAAAAo0/JOj_U8L9vsg/s72-c/pinky+dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-2599516357978188635</id><published>2009-07-27T23:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:45:50.612-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Sm5g3lRei7I/AAAAAAAAAoc/8G3tZvaFMTI/s1600-h/n%C3%B3s+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Sm5g3lRei7I/AAAAAAAAAoc/8G3tZvaFMTI/s320/n%C3%B3s+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363330714259327922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;'O amor deve ser o retrato de duas pessoas imperfeitas &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;que escolheram uma a outra apesar de tudo.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vim aqui pra dar os parabéns pelos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;24 anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; de casados dos meus pais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e desejar muitos anos mais de felicidades, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;carinho, viagens, realizações,&lt;br /&gt;e até os arranca-rabos que nunca deixam de existir.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que vocês estejam sempre juntos e a nossa família linda só venha a crescer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Olhando pra vocês é que eu não desisto nunca.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os amo demais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sejam felizes pra sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Sm5mImRAf8I/AAAAAAAAAos/-APRBcvk5d4/s1600-h/th_mini41.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 38px; height: 31px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Sm5mImRAf8I/AAAAAAAAAos/-APRBcvk5d4/s400/th_mini41.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363336504141709250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1406561823812973939-2599516357978188635?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/2599516357978188635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=2599516357978188635&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2599516357978188635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2599516357978188635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-amor-deve-ser-o-retrato-de-duas.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Sm5g3lRei7I/AAAAAAAAAoc/8G3tZvaFMTI/s72-c/n%C3%B3s+c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-8341916434467724133</id><published>2009-07-20T16:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T17:46:39.312-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SmTOCa4stWI/AAAAAAAAAoM/PdgzV-ZIfvk/s1600-h/1185153327_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SmTOCa4stWI/AAAAAAAAAoM/PdgzV-ZIfvk/s400/1185153327_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360635997449925986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foto do dia mais divertido de todos, muita aventura, inclusive a foto tirada no modo automático &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enquanto estávamos na pista, no meio da ponte, onde passavam caminhões de carga aos mooontes! rs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Amo vocês demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'Seja como for, continuo gostando muito de você - da mesma forma, &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;você está quase sempre perto de mim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;quase sempre presente em memórias,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lembranças, estórias que conto às vezes, saudade. &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se é verdade que o tempo não volta, &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;também deveria ser verdade que os amigos não se perdem."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Caio F. Abreu)&lt;/i&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje todas as atenções voltadas àqueles com quem vivi &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os melhores [e os piores] momentos da minha vida. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a Deus por cada amigo que tenho, e graças a Ele, não são poucos. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E deles não abro mão. Que os velhos amigos não se esqueçam uns dos outros,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e os novos amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; sejam somados à essa riqueza que é tê-los sempre por perto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz dia do amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, a todos os meus...&lt;br /&gt;Amigos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reais ou virtuais&lt;/span&gt; (tão reais quanto).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SmTUm2oIP4I/AAAAAAAAAoU/5_sUQpbmnwE/s1600-h/star09.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 32px; height: 32px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SmTUm2oIP4I/AAAAAAAAAoU/5_sUQpbmnwE/s400/star09.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360643220441677698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-8341916434467724133?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/8341916434467724133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=8341916434467724133&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/8341916434467724133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/8341916434467724133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/07/foto-do-dia-mais-divertido-de-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SmTOCa4stWI/AAAAAAAAAoM/PdgzV-ZIfvk/s72-c/1185153327_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-4341563689786845999</id><published>2009-07-19T17:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:29:03.192-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SmN_75vO7SI/AAAAAAAAAn8/THSdUFl8zjI/s1600-h/RichardGere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SmN_75vO7SI/AAAAAAAAAn8/THSdUFl8zjI/s320/RichardGere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360268648588963106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ele: - Tantas promessas que fazemos e não cumprimos.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - E porque acha que as pessoas se casam?&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Paixão?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - Não.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Achei que você fosse uma romântica, mas porque então?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - Porque precisamos de uma testemunha pra nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;Há um bilhão de pessoas na Terra. E que importância tem a vida de cada uma?&lt;br /&gt;No casamento você promete se importar com tudo, as coisas boas, as coisas ruins...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo, o tempo todo. Todos os dias. Então dizemos: 'Sua vida não passará despercebida,&lt;br /&gt;porque eu estarei lá para notar. Sua vida não ficará sem testemunhas,&lt;br /&gt;porque eu serei sua testemunha.'&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - É, eu tava certo, você é uma romântica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do filme: 'Dança comigo?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SmOBwNf1k9I/AAAAAAAAAoE/ApR1ELY69b0/s1600-h/th_gif15.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 35px; height: 28px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SmOBwNf1k9I/AAAAAAAAAoE/ApR1ELY69b0/s400/th_gif15.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360270646757921746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S.: A foto é do filme, e eu me derreto com ele nessa cena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dança comigo Richard Gere? rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1406561823812973939-4341563689786845999?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/4341563689786845999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=4341563689786845999&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/4341563689786845999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/4341563689786845999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/07/ele-tantas-promessas-que-fazemos-e-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SmN_75vO7SI/AAAAAAAAAn8/THSdUFl8zjI/s72-c/RichardGere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-8282255226461663846</id><published>2009-07-10T18:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:17:43.352-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Slevoj8d11I/AAAAAAAAAns/8iLir4TPaVo/s1600-h/media083.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Slevoj8d11I/AAAAAAAAAns/8iLir4TPaVo/s400/media083.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356943393158977362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, é uma ilha com saudade de barco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abandono&lt;/span&gt; é quando o barco parte e você fica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, é quando o momento tenta fugir da lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pra acontecer de novo e não consegue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Lembrança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; é quando mesmo sem autorização,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;seu pensamento remonta um capítulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ausência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; é uma falta que insiste em estar presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tristeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; é uma mão gigante que aperta o coração."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Desconheço o autor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1406561823812973939-8282255226461663846?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/8282255226461663846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=8282255226461663846&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/8282255226461663846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/8282255226461663846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/07/solidao-e-uma-ilha-com-saudade-de-barco.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Slevoj8d11I/AAAAAAAAAns/8iLir4TPaVo/s72-c/media083.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-725507258861216242</id><published>2009-07-10T00:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T02:39:45.622-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Sla4PYul4II/AAAAAAAAAnk/byWTfhBS5O0/s1600-h/barco+cais+velho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Sla4PYul4II/AAAAAAAAAnk/byWTfhBS5O0/s200/barco+cais+velho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356671381279203458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando olhei pela janela vi um barquinho preso na margem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não fazia idéia de porque, nem pra que ele estava atracado ali,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas por alguma razão ele me fez perceber com clareza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que um coração não pode &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;sair pro mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; ancorado em &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;um cais&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E então, o azul do céu ficou mais intenso, as nuvens se retorciam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e eu soube que naquele instante todo um destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;acabara de transformar-se.&lt;/span&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/1406561823812973939-725507258861216242?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/725507258861216242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=725507258861216242&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/725507258861216242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/725507258861216242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/07/quando-olhei-pela-janela-vi-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Sla4PYul4II/AAAAAAAAAnk/byWTfhBS5O0/s72-c/barco+cais+velho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-7994894710245988471</id><published>2009-07-07T14:52:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:12:46.177-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CASAMENTO NA IGREJA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SlONVTKv5FI/AAAAAAAAAnc/gQ5K0c3_tqI/s1600-h/menschen006-.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 56px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SlONVTKv5FI/AAAAAAAAAnc/gQ5K0c3_tqI/s400/menschen006-.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355779778935776338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Tem gente que acha careta, tem gente que acha um luxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A verdade é que ninguém é indiferente a uma cerimônia de casamento realizada na igreja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; com direito a tapete vermelho,&lt;br /&gt;marcha nupcial, véu e grinalda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A maioria das garotas sonha com esse momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o de ser entregue ao noivo pelas mãos do pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; e de vestido branco,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que essa simbologia tenha perdido o significado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os futuros cônjuges podem estar dividindo o mesmo teto há meses&lt;br /&gt;e até ter um filhinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; quem se importa?&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que casamento na igreja é um rito de passagem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;um momento de bênção e de satisfação à família, aos amigos e à sociedade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O amor pode prescindir desse ritual todo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; mas um pouco de pompa&lt;br /&gt;e circunstância não faz mal a ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Já que o casal optou pelo sacramento do matrimônio&lt;br /&gt;e quer fazê-lo diante de Deus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o mais seguro é não inovar.&lt;br /&gt;Nada de entrar na igreja sob os acordes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da trilha sonora do Titanic,&lt;br /&gt;casar de vermelho e decorar a igreja com cactus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Você não está numa passarela do Dolce &amp;amp; Gabanna, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;está na capelinha da sua paróquia: Mendelssohn, velas, copos-de-leite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e uma boa Ave-Maria na saída, quer coisa mais chique e inatacável?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se eu tivesse casado na igreja seria a mais convencional das noivas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Só uma coisa eu tentaria mudar,&lt;br /&gt;ainda que levasse um sonoro não: o sermão do padre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Promete ser fiel na alegria e na tristeza, na saúde e na doença, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;amando-lhe e respeitando-lhe até os fins dos seus dias?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nossa, não é tempo demais? Bonito, mas dramático. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os noivos saem da igreja com uma argola de ouro no dedo&lt;br /&gt;e uma bola de chumbo nos pés. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seria mais alegre e romântico um discurso assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ela: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Prometo nunca sair da cama sem antes dar bom-dia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;deixar você ver os jogos de futebol na tevê sem reclamar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ter paciência para ouvir você falar dos problemas do escritório, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ter arroz e feijão todo dia no cardápio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;acompanhar você nas caminhadas matinais de sábado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;deixá-lo em silêncio quando estiver de mau humor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;dançar só pra você, fazer massagens quando você estiver cansado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;rir das suas piadas, apoiá-lo nas suas decisões &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;e tirar o batom antes ser beijada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ele: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Prometo deixar você sentar na janelinha do avião, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;emprestar aquele blusão que você adora, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;não reclamar quando você ficar quarenta minutos no telefone com uma amiga, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;provar a comida tailandesa que você preparou, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;abrir um champanhe no final de tarde de domingo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;assistir junto o capítulo final da novela, ouvir seus argumentos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;respeitar sua sensibilidade, não ter vergonha de chorar na sua frente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;dividir vitórias e derrotas e passar todos os Natais do seu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sim, sim, sim!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por Martha Medeiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SlOMm--37qI/AAAAAAAAAnU/4ojgzJmzUNc/s1600-h/th_mini001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 17px; height: 14px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SlOMm--37qI/AAAAAAAAAnU/4ojgzJmzUNc/s320/th_mini001.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355778983243280034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; Porque Sonhar, não custa nada né?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-7994894710245988471?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/7994894710245988471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=7994894710245988471&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7994894710245988471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7994894710245988471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/07/casamento-na-igreja.html' title='CASAMENTO NA IGREJA'/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SlONVTKv5FI/AAAAAAAAAnc/gQ5K0c3_tqI/s72-c/menschen006-.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-6829598722030842067</id><published>2009-07-04T21:43:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:47:52.561-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SlABLB83NpI/AAAAAAAAAnE/PBkQWrAjbSA/s1600-h/adeus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SlABLB83NpI/AAAAAAAAAnE/PBkQWrAjbSA/s320/adeus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354781245957420690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É que eu hoje acordei pensando em você. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não assim sem razão, mas porque hoje os dias chegam ao calendário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;marcando uma saudade que vezenquando eu finjo esquecer. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que me dá um nó aqui na garganta,&lt;br /&gt;que eu fico sem ar, sem fala, sem reação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso em você, meu coração bate devagar,&lt;br /&gt;como se tivesse sentindo vontade de parar. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não consigo ter muitas lembranças suas,&lt;br /&gt;não tantas quanto deveria pelo menos, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é que por mais que a gente não perceba,&lt;br /&gt;o tempo passa, e vai levando tanta coisa. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu ainda lembro do seu sorriso calmo,&lt;br /&gt;do seu seu abraço apertadinho, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lembro daquele casaco cinza que você usava &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por baixo do uniforme da escola nos dias de chuva.&lt;br /&gt;Lembro dos segredos que a gente compartilhava,&lt;br /&gt;lembro das colas que a gente trocava nas provas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lembro de como você ria da minha letrinha pequena,&lt;br /&gt;dizendo que eu ia ter muito que &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;escrever na redação do vestibular.&lt;br /&gt;Lembro de como você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;evitava as brigas. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro de como eu gostava de brigar com você. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro dos seus olhos atenciosos quando alguém falava com você.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro das nossas risadas e lanches coletivos na escada na hora do recreio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu lembro da despedida &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daquelas&lt;/span&gt; férias de julho de 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lembro do meu '- Boas férias' e do seu '- Até a volta.'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é que você não voltou.&lt;br /&gt;E eu não pude acreditar quando me disseram.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parecia que a piada ia estourar a qualquer momento. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela seriedade toda não combinava conosco. Nunca combinou.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu vi e tive certeza, a certeza mais doída da minha vida inteira.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não ia voltar. Nunca mais ia voltar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ia ter que aprender sozinha matemática 2 pra terminar o ano na escola.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como eu ia voltar pra escola sem você lá,&lt;br /&gt;como tinha sido sempre. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu achei que nunca fosse conseguir. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ali, eu fiquei olhando pra você, tã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o sem vida diante dos meus olhos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tão viva no meu coração, como podia?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu procurei o seu sorriso, mas você não deu.&lt;br /&gt;Nem um último, pra ficar marcado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro que uma mão firme me apertou do lado esquerdo&lt;br /&gt;amparando a queda e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me tiraram de lá, e eu não lembro de mais nada.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu rosto ali, por trás &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daquele vidro&lt;/span&gt; nunca saiu da minha cabeça.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E ainda dói&lt;/span&gt;. Porque o tempo passa, mas a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saudade&lt;/span&gt; não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E eu sinto muito a sua falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Completando &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 anos&lt;/span&gt; sem você, Jéssica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;E eu nunca vou esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Você foi tão cedo, a vida é um mistério, e ela não diz porque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Será que o sonho acabou? Será que o que fomos se foi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sei que a tempestade dará seu lugar a um dia de sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tenho certeza que vou te encontrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;não sei o dia e a hora, mas sei o lugar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SlABiokAQyI/AAAAAAAAAnM/8Tykx1YQ7F4/s1600-h/th_mini116.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 16px; height: 16px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SlABiokAQyI/AAAAAAAAAnM/8Tykx1YQ7F4/s320/th_mini116.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354781651459130146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="info"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 03/08/2009&lt;br /&gt;  Código do texto: T1733731&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta obra está licenciada sob uma &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/br/"&gt;Licença Creative Commons&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Você pode copiar, distribuir, exibir, executar, desde que seja dado crédito ao autor original &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Citar a autoria de Janaína S. e o blog http://maiisum.blogspot.com/)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Você não pode fazer uso comercial desta obra.&lt;br /&gt;Você não pode criar obras derivadas.&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/1406561823812973939-6829598722030842067?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/6829598722030842067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=6829598722030842067&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/6829598722030842067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/6829598722030842067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-que-eu-hoje-acordei-pensando-em-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SlABLB83NpI/AAAAAAAAAnE/PBkQWrAjbSA/s72-c/adeus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-3181920184794269601</id><published>2009-07-02T22:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:40:46.817-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Sk1hdEgKIaI/AAAAAAAAAm8/z9HMSmM7hLs/s1600-h/troia09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Sk1hdEgKIaI/AAAAAAAAAm8/z9HMSmM7hLs/s320/troia09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354042684066111906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" - Os deuses nos invejam.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eles nos invejam porque somos mortais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque todo momento pode ser o último.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nós estamos fadados a isso! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Você nunca mais ficará linda como está agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E nós, nunca mais estaremos aqui de novo!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do filme, TRÓIA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-3181920184794269601?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/3181920184794269601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=3181920184794269601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3181920184794269601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3181920184794269601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/07/os-deuses-nos-invejam.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Sk1hdEgKIaI/AAAAAAAAAm8/z9HMSmM7hLs/s72-c/troia09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-896091806949528423</id><published>2009-06-28T16:47:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:24:23.599-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SkfJCSF1K2I/AAAAAAAAAms/MsBp2JhDcNo/s1600-h/selo_desejo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SkfJCSF1K2I/AAAAAAAAAms/MsBp2JhDcNo/s320/selo_desejo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352467723206339426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bom, ganhei este selinho da florzinha da &lt;a href="http://blog-fuzue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cris&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E tem que passar adiante né?!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada querida&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As regras são as seguintes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1) A pessoa selecionada deve fazer uma lista com oito coisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que gostaria de fazer até o fim da vida;&lt;br /&gt;2) É necessário que se faça uma postagem relacionando estas oito coisas&lt;br /&gt;e é necessário que a pessoa explique as regras do jogo;&lt;br /&gt;3) Ao finalizar, devemos convidar oito blogs;&lt;br /&gt;4) Deixar um comentário para quem nos convidou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha Lista dos Desejos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ir à Walt DisneyWorld.&lt;br /&gt;2. Passear de gôndola em Veneza.&lt;br /&gt;3. Fazer aulas de ballet.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ler a bíblia completa.&lt;br /&gt;5. Morar fora do Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;6. Aprender a tocar violão.&lt;br /&gt;7. Casar.&lt;br /&gt;8. Ter uma filha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As 8 preciosidades:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://pap-pel-de-papel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rebeca e Jota cê.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://cotidianonossoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Glau Ribeiro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://feazevedo.wordpress.com/"&gt;Fê Azevedo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://deatosefatos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://sonhosemconservas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Luh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://berkmis.blogspot.com/"&gt;MEU Berkinho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://comversadebotasbatidas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mari&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://sophiacompeaga.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sophia Vieira&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SkfLc71c2kI/AAAAAAAAAm0/uWWY8VpaKE8/s1600-h/cur_y07.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 32px; height: 32px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SkfLc71c2kI/AAAAAAAAAm0/uWWY8VpaKE8/s200/cur_y07.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352470380111780418" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&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/1406561823812973939-896091806949528423?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/896091806949528423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=896091806949528423&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/896091806949528423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/896091806949528423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/06/bom-ganhei-este-selinho-da-florzinha-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SkfJCSF1K2I/AAAAAAAAAms/MsBp2JhDcNo/s72-c/selo_desejo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-8412663499903664244</id><published>2009-06-26T16:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:46:11.375-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SkUjFYSSjiI/AAAAAAAAAmk/xzDGIWjia0g/s1600-h/seagulls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SkUjFYSSjiI/AAAAAAAAAmk/xzDGIWjia0g/s320/seagulls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351722307525185058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ela havia chegado tarde aquela noite, devia ter tido um dia cheio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Na verdade o dia nem devia ter sido tão aterefado assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas é que quando a gente tem algo martelando no coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tudo parece mais pesado. Mais demorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estacionou no mesmo lugar de sempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Na verdade ela sequer notou a vaga de garagem ao lado também ocupada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pegou o notebook no banco de trás e saiu do carro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;decidida a tomar um chocolate quente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;colocar os pés pra cima e 'sumir' por algumas horas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ouvindo música, e choramingando se fosse preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Subiu as escadas sem perceber que a luz do apartamento estava acesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas o que tem demais, na verdade ela quase sempre deixava a luz acesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando chegou na porta do apartamento,&lt;br /&gt;um cartaz redondo todo decorado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; dizia assim:&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, feche os olhos e entre em silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De início, acho que ela entrou em pânico,&lt;br /&gt;ninguém tinha as chaves do seu apartamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Até teve um dia, mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; estava morando na Itália&lt;br /&gt;há 2 anos e meio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; e não tinha planos de voltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Será que alguém encontrou a cópia das chaves&lt;br /&gt;que ela havia perdido no mês passado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Decidiu enfim parar ali, não ia adiantar tentar adivinhar,&lt;br /&gt;o que restara apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; era decidir se queria ou não&lt;br /&gt;ver o que estava a esperando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E decidiu entrar. Eu na verdade não entendo com que confiança ela fez isso.&lt;br /&gt;Mas fez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ela abriu a porta, e entrou devagar,&lt;br /&gt;por incrível que pareça, de olhos fechados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Era perfeito. Da maneira como havia planejado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O gravador de voz então disse em alto e bom som:&lt;br /&gt;Abra os olhos, e estoure um balão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ela abriu os olhos,&lt;br /&gt;e viu a sala inteira decorada com balões vermelhos de coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Precisava estar filmando o rosto dela naquele momento.&lt;br /&gt;Deve ter tido uma síncope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas obedeceu. Estourou um balão com as unhas grandes e vermelhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De dentro dele caiu um papel escrito assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Se quer continuar a brincadeira, vá até a geladeira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pegue a garrafa de vinho e duas taças, espero-a no quarto.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E para minha surpresa, ela não foi ao quarto ver do que se tratava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pegou o vinho, e as taças.&lt;br /&gt;E seguiu para o quarto que na porta fechada, tinha outro cartaz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Bem vinda a noite inesquecivel de sua vida.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nesse momento, ela hesitou um instante,&lt;br /&gt;deve ter pensado em ligar para uma amiga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e certificar-se de que alguém viria salvá-la, caso estivesse em perigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas o que eu não poderia nunca imaginar, é que ela não pareceu temer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por mais ameaçador que fosse, ela não desistiu de descobrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Abriu a porta, e sorriu surpresa ao encontrar-me atrás da porta, parado de pé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Imagino que deva ter pensado muita coisa,&lt;br /&gt;mas só conseguiu dizer uma: '-Você?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A resposta também não podia ser outra. '-É, eu voltei!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Acredito que ali, deve ter se passado muito por sua cabeça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;como éramos felizes, a despedida, a separação, a nova vida de ambos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas a certeza antes tão vaga, agora estava presente, ela não me esquecera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E eu estava ali afinal, de volta pra buscar tudo que eu havia deixado pra trás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nos abraçamos e nos beijamos, como se fosse o último dia de nossas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depois ela me perguntou se era definitivo,&lt;br /&gt;e mesmo que não fosse, diante daquele sorriso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;daquele olhar que pedia eternidade, tudo se tornara definitivo.&lt;br /&gt;Não havia como não ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E afinal, eu estava bem ali, diante dela,&lt;br /&gt;diante de tudo que eu mais quis na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E bem ali, tudo entrara pra eternidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E nos amamos, perfeitos, - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;não curados,&lt;br /&gt;- mas como se nunca houvesse havido ferida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 03/08/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;   Código do texto: T1733735&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Esta obra está licenciada sob uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" target="_blank" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/br/"&gt;Licença Creative Commons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Você pode copiar, distribuir, exibir, executar, desde que seja dado crédito ao autor original &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Citar a autoria de Janaína S. e o blog http://maiisum.blogspot.com/)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Você não pode fazer uso comercial desta obra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Você não pode criar obras derivadas&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/1406561823812973939-8412663499903664244?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/8412663499903664244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=8412663499903664244&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/8412663499903664244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/8412663499903664244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/06/ela-havia-chegado-tarde-aquela-noite.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SkUjFYSSjiI/AAAAAAAAAmk/xzDGIWjia0g/s72-c/seagulls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-6440680872889430068</id><published>2009-06-22T19:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:55:00.673-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SkAKcPKdd4I/AAAAAAAAAmc/-rQmFy1PDOE/s1600-h/Folha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SkAKcPKdd4I/AAAAAAAAAmc/-rQmFy1PDOE/s200/Folha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350287837539170178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Te tenho com a certeza de que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;você pode&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Te amo com a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;certeza de que irá voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pra gente &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Você surgiu e juntos conseguimos ir mais longe,&lt;br /&gt;você dividiu comigo a sua história&lt;br /&gt;e me ajudou a construir a minha.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mais do que nunca&lt;/span&gt; somos dois..."&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/1406561823812973939-6440680872889430068?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/6440680872889430068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=6440680872889430068&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/6440680872889430068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/6440680872889430068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/06/te-tenho-com-certeza-de-que-voce-pode.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SkAKcPKdd4I/AAAAAAAAAmc/-rQmFy1PDOE/s72-c/Folha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-2877610552105274216</id><published>2009-06-04T21:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:19:59.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 1ex;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Uma homenagem linda, da minha fofuraa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" href="http://cotidianonossoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Glau.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sobre a despedida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  align="right" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;- Em nome de quem  foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vim dar notícias.  Não agüentei ficar sem você. Engraçado, como só depois que a gente  se distancia, ou se perde na vida é que valorizamos mais a convivência  com aqueles que gostamos tanto. Nesses dias passados, me peguei pensando  tanto em nós dois, no que fomos um para o outro e em tudo que vivemos.  Sei que deveria ter aparecido a mais tempo. Sei que um ano é muito  tempo. Sei que talvez, você não queira me ler. Talvez. [...] Aqui  a neve não dá trégua, o frio é convidativo e as pessoas não são  você. Não tenho gostado tanto quanto imaginava, mas fora todos os  desgostos, a cidade é perfeita. O curso tem sido ótimo e eu tenho  me apaixonado cada vez mais por ele. Tenho certeza que fiz a escolha  certa. Me refiro ao curso. O restante, não sei mais. A comida não  é tão boa quanto a nossa. [Que saudades tenho do nosso tempero.] Eu  acho que engordei alguns quilinhos. Ah! Avisa pra minha mãe que vou  mandar o que ela pediu na quinta-feira. Deve chegar no tempo certo.  Ainda fala com minha mãe? Sabe como estão o Edgar e a Paulinha? Queria  tanto ter notícia de todos vocês, mas acho que se tivesse só saberia  aumentar a minha saudade. Essa é a parte que menos gosto, o sentir  saudades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Na verdade, queria  falar algumas coisas que não disse há um ano atrás. É que tá engasgado.  Difícil de prosseguir, desse jeito. Quando lembro do teu sorriso ao  me ver partir enquanto percorria o corredor de embarque, o coração  dói. Porque eu não queria ter ido embora no silêncio, eu não queria  que ficasse aí sem saber o que minh’alma gritava enquanto o barulho  do avião se perdia no caos dos meus pensamentos. Teu abraço ainda  vive em mim e tudo que eu mais queria era não ter largado teu corpo  naquele instante: quando anunciaram a hora de partir. Eu não queria  que você aceitasse tão bem a idéia da despedida e da separação,  e acho que ver você sorrir, fez com que meu coração se espatifasse  contra a parede, por talvez pensar que amor não era o mesmo. Que talvez,  eu tivesse criado história nossa que era só minha. Que talvez tivesse  juntado os nossos sonhos, e eles nunca tivessem se tornado um só. Teu  sorriso fez com que meu silêncio fosse a única palavra dita naquele  dia. Doeu. Muito. Por muito tempo. E ainda dói. O tempo não tem sido  um bom companheiro, tampouco ajudado no processo de deixar pra lá.  E nessa tempestade de pensamentos lembro do primeiro beijo, da primeira  briga e principalmente da primeira reconciliação. Lembro do acidente  e de como eu tive medo de perder você pra sempre. Não lembro das dores,  nem da cirurgia, mas lembro que você estava lá. Sempre esteve. Lembro  da minha felicidade em te ver na escola de música porque sua voz sempre  foi a mais doce e perfeita que já ouvi. Aliás, a gravação cantada  que você deixou no meu celular quando saí do hospital é o que mais  escuto nas minhas horas de tormenta. É que acalma. Tenho você cantando  no celular, no &lt;i&gt;mp3&lt;/i&gt;, no computador e em CD, pra ouvir de qualquer  jeito. É parte sua que não deixo. Nem esqueço. Eu só queria que  você soubesse que o amor mora aqui dentro, e que eu ainda te amo como  sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Glau Ribeiro]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- em resposta  ao meu texto &lt;a href="http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/05/olha-eu-vim-aqui-pra-te-dizer-todas-as.html"&gt;Sobre a despedida&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-2877610552105274216?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/2877610552105274216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=2877610552105274216&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2877610552105274216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2877610552105274216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/06/uma-homenagem-linda-da-minha-fofuraa.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-7005315785359702787</id><published>2009-05-26T18:04:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T19:15:08.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a despedida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/ShxjRyct57I/AAAAAAAAAeo/OTdtX0d0A1M/s1600-h/despedida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/ShxjRyct57I/AAAAAAAAAeo/OTdtX0d0A1M/s320/despedida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340252415405713330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Olha, eu vim aqui pra te dizer todas as coisas que eu calei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; no dia que você entrou naquele avião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Eu queria te dizer todas aquelas coisas que ficaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;engasgadas naquele abraço sufocado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; É, você deve tá se perguntando porque eu não disse nada ali mesmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; antes de você partir.. E te deixei achando que eu não tinha nada pra dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Mas sabe, eu não podia quebrar a magia do teu toque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que abraçou até o fundo da minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Eu tentei te dizer, mas eu não consegui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;não conseguiria sair dali não fosse o seu vôo ter anunciado a última chamada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E você me dizer que precisava ir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Só... Sem palavras, sem promessas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; sem ao menos a esperança de que ia voltar pra me abraçar de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Eu fiquei te olhando seguir em direção ao portão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Maldito portão que me separava do meu passado, do meu presente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; e que mudava o meu futuro, tudo bem ali na minha frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E eu só consegui me manter parada, olhando pra você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; segurando as lágrimas e o coração, tentando sorrir pra que você fosse feliz. Porque bem no fundo, eu sabia que você estava feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Era a sua grande chance. Tudo que você sonhou na sua vida estava ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; depois daquele portão, esperando você num mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;zero km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; pra você correr por ele da forma como sempre quis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Eu não tinha o direito de interferir. E te deixei voar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Me disseram um dia que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;amar é como ter uma pássaro pousado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; na ponta do dedo, você sabe que a qualquer momento ele pode levantar vôo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; E foi assim. Eu te amei com tudo que eu pude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; e te amei ainda mais quando te deixei ir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Você nem imagina quanto amor eu precisei sentir naquele dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; que você me contou que havia conseguido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; e que esperava que eu compreendesse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; É claro meu amor, eu nunca te diria pra ficar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Mesmo que os meus olhos me traíssem e te dissessem tudo que eu guardava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; e que você lá no fundo já sabia. Mas eu não podia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; E aí você entrou naquele avião, tentou me dar tchau pela janelinha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; que eu mal conseguia ver. E foi embora pra sua nova vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Deixando a nossa vida, que ficou aqui comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Todos os &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nossos&lt;/span&gt; sonhos, agora tão &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;só meus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Eu queria muito ter dito pra você que eu te amei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; mais do que eu pude te fazer saber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; te amei por tudo que você me ensinou e tudo que me fez ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Queria que você soubesse que no dia do seu acidente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; no hospital eu chorei enquanto te ouvia delirar chamando meu nome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Tão feliz por você estar vivo, e mais, comigo em seus pensamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Queria que você soubesse que foi por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; que eu consegui a bolsa de estudos na escola de música,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; porque você adorava me ouvir cantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Queria que você soubesse que eu teria sido sua inteira, pra sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Mas eu não consegui te dizer. Eu tentei frear as lágrimas, mas não tive como. Não faço idéia de como dirigi até em casa aquele dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Mas sobrevivi. E Todo dia eu acordo e falo pra mim mesmo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; - Veja só, você está bem, Vamos lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; E nesse roteiro eu vou seguindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Juntando todos os pedaços e guardando comigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; pra algum dia, quem sabe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;montá-los junto com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; E eu fico aqui acreditando no tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Porque já sei que ele não cura tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; mas ele desloca o incurável do centro das atenções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; E pra mim, é mais que suficiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Mas ó, vê se não esquece..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Eu ainda te amo como sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 28/05/2009&lt;br /&gt; Código do texto: T1620225&lt;br /&gt;Esta obra está licenciada sob uma &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/br/"&gt;Licença Creative Commons&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Você pode copiar, distribuir, exibir, executar,&lt;br /&gt;desde que seja dado crédito ao autor original&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Citar a autoria de Janaína S. e o blog http://maiisum.blogspot.com/)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Você não pode fazer uso comercial desta obra.&lt;br /&gt;Você não pode criar obras derivadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-7005315785359702787?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/7005315785359702787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=7005315785359702787&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7005315785359702787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7005315785359702787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/05/olha-eu-vim-aqui-pra-te-dizer-todas-as.html' title='Sobre a despedida.'/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/ShxjRyct57I/AAAAAAAAAeo/OTdtX0d0A1M/s72-c/despedida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-4308340695481491838</id><published>2009-05-20T12:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:53:23.784-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/ShQnPqxIxnI/AAAAAAAAAeA/MTJQZNGq4Z4/s1600-h/Arvore+verrmelha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/ShQnPqxIxnI/AAAAAAAAAeA/MTJQZNGq4Z4/s320/Arvore+verrmelha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337934608472786546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Todo jardim começa com uma história de amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;antes que qualquer árvore seja plantada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou um lago construído &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;é preciso que eles tenham nascido dentro da alma.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não planta jardim por dentro, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;não planta jardins por fora &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;e nem passeia por eles."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rubem Alves&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-4308340695481491838?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/4308340695481491838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=4308340695481491838&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/4308340695481491838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/4308340695481491838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/05/todo-jardim-comeca-com-uma-historia-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/ShQnPqxIxnI/AAAAAAAAAeA/MTJQZNGq4Z4/s72-c/Arvore+verrmelha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-3810357701345483005</id><published>2009-05-11T12:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:57:53.909-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SghK2DV7ByI/AAAAAAAAAd4/BkV2EbeVlcU/s1600-h/diva-poster01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SghK2DV7ByI/AAAAAAAAAd4/BkV2EbeVlcU/s200/diva-poster01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334596051090999074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"E agora Mercedes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separados somos um programa de TV que saiu do ar, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;e já que ninguém desliga a TV, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;fica só aquele chiado incomodando no escuro."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(DIVÃ, O filme).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Quem ainda não viu o filme, pode ir. Recomendadíssimo!&lt;br /&gt;Uma mistura de sensações que invadem o coração de um jeito&lt;br /&gt;que nem tem como explicar.&lt;br /&gt;Nooossa... Perfeito até o céu, com direito a ida e volta!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SghKT-mT0YI/AAAAAAAAAdw/YUzvqmL0www/s1600-h/smile_love.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 23px; height: 16px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SghKT-mT0YI/AAAAAAAAAdw/YUzvqmL0www/s320/smile_love.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334595465702003074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-3810357701345483005?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/3810357701345483005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=3810357701345483005&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3810357701345483005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3810357701345483005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-agora-mercedes-separados-somos-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SghK2DV7ByI/AAAAAAAAAd4/BkV2EbeVlcU/s72-c/diva-poster01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-641941348592639384</id><published>2009-05-05T09:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:00:08.707-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SgA35Lp9PVI/AAAAAAAAAdg/qn4-hLf_IDY/s1600-h/GIF32.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SgA35Lp9PVI/AAAAAAAAAdg/qn4-hLf_IDY/s320/GIF32.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332323414327508306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O barulho das crianças a tirara da cama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tão logo que conseguiu pegar no sono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dor de cabeça, gosto amargo na boca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os olhos inchados e o coração ferido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O dia não seria fácil, ela sabia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas teria que suportar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De alguma maneira, algo dentro dela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a empurrava &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pro 'lá fora' que ela mais temia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pensou: 'Pois bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É agora, ou nunca mais.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pedindo a Deus baixinho pra que a resposta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;fosse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;nunca mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/1406561823812973939-641941348592639384?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/641941348592639384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=641941348592639384&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/641941348592639384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/641941348592639384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-barulho-das-criancas-tirara-da-cama.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SgA35Lp9PVI/AAAAAAAAAdg/qn4-hLf_IDY/s72-c/GIF32.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-889233572735454067</id><published>2009-05-01T23:47:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:39:32.107-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a chuva ou algo assim..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Sf4CLzU8ngI/AAAAAAAAASY/i-WIzykjTKU/s1600-h/chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Sf4CLzU8ngI/AAAAAAAAASY/i-WIzykjTKU/s200/chuva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331701410633129474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A chuva não dava trégua. Uma infinidade de pensamentos iam e vinham, deixando-a inquieta. Olhava a janela, não via sinal algum do sol, nem sequer um raiozinho que pudesse confortá-la. Tentava voltar a dormir. Em vão...&lt;br /&gt;Naquele momento, nada a faria pegar no sono. Olhava pra ele, dormindo imóvel ao seu lado, num sono tão sereno, que ela não conseguia suportar. Mexia-se, revirava-se, o abraçava. E ele continuava a dormir. Ela desistira. Deixara-o enfim dormir, sem maiores perturbações.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, era só ela quem não tinha sono.&lt;br /&gt;Ligou a TV, ruas alagadas, casas destruídas, pessoas soterradas..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ela realmente se importava. Mas tinha algo maior, sabe?&lt;br /&gt;Contemplando o egoísmo desligou a TV, ainda inerte. Porque bem no fundo havia algo que a preocupava ainda mais do que a chuva. Era o frio que havia se instalado. Um frio glacial, a deixara imóvel e sem possibilidade de reação.&lt;br /&gt;E isso realmente a preocupava. Porque não há nada mais angustiante do que não saber o que fazer. Ou talvez, o não poder fazer nada.&lt;br /&gt;Era isso que doía, ela não podia fazer nada. E o frio, a chuva, as nuvens fechadas, evidenciavam toda a tempestade que ainda haveria de cair e instalavam um frio ainda maior dentro do seu coração. Porque ela sabia que num barco à vela, o grande feito é sobressair a tempestade. Ela só não sabia se poderia conseguir.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Sf4BnOxobHI/AAAAAAAAASQ/fgzD8j75cgY/s1600-h/th_umbrella_sp.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 16px; height: 15px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Sf4BnOxobHI/AAAAAAAAASQ/fgzD8j75cgY/s320/th_umbrella_sp.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331700782346038386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 28/05/2009&lt;br /&gt;  Código do texto: T1620254&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esta obra está licenciada sob uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" target="_blank" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/br/"&gt;Licença Creative Commons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Você pode copiar, distribuir, exibir, executar, desde que seja dado crédito ao autor original &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Citar a autoria de Janaína S. e o blog http://maiisum.blogspot.com/)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Você não pode fazer uso comercial desta obra. Você não pode criar obras derivadas.&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/1406561823812973939-889233572735454067?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/889233572735454067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=889233572735454067&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/889233572735454067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/889233572735454067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/05/chuva-nao-dava-tregua.html' title='a chuva ou algo assim..'/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Sf4CLzU8ngI/AAAAAAAAASY/i-WIzykjTKU/s72-c/chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-5595248657345372578</id><published>2009-04-26T15:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:46:20.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SfSlPc2b_XI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0r6GK3f1h4w/s1600-h/ARVORE_OUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SfSlPc2b_XI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0r6GK3f1h4w/s320/ARVORE_OUT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329065943947279730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Era um daqueles dias em que o passado&lt;br /&gt;por algum motivo resolvia bater à porta. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ela se perguntava em que ponto teria havido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;o erro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ponto crucial que não permitiu recomeços, e nem esperanças.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se tivesse havido mesmo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;esse ponto&lt;/span&gt;, ela precisava saber. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que pudesse cuidar que não mais acontecesse novamente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não ali, ainda tão cedo.&lt;br /&gt;E era exatamente assim que o medo se instalava. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SfSluXwI_rI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4Pl7jrzir-w/s1600-h/snail_pinkk.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 25px; height: 15px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SfSluXwI_rI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4Pl7jrzir-w/s320/snail_pinkk.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329066475154636466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/1406561823812973939-5595248657345372578?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/5595248657345372578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=5595248657345372578&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/5595248657345372578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/5595248657345372578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/04/era-um-daqueles-dias-em-que-o-passado.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SfSlPc2b_XI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0r6GK3f1h4w/s72-c/ARVORE_OUT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-2617948646952904259</id><published>2009-04-24T00:29:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:41:48.638-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se eu tivesse falando de amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SfEyDm7DhNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/HWutAsQItzc/s1600-h/alian%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SfEyDm7DhNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/HWutAsQItzc/s200/alian%C3%A7a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328094871725245650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se eu tivesse falando de amor,&lt;br /&gt;falaria das coisas lindas que a gente só vê quando ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Falaria das coisas pequenas que representam tudo, que sem elas tudo é nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dos detalhes que só quem ama sabe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Detalhes como saber a hora da prova dele na faculdade e ligar pra acordá-lo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mesmo sabendo que ele não costuma perder o horário,&lt;br /&gt;mas não custa nada garantir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perguntar todos os dias quando ela vai marcar a consulta no dentista,&lt;br /&gt;fiscalizar o prato do almoço dela,&lt;br /&gt;só pra ter certeza que ela vai comer beterraba,&lt;br /&gt;já que ele insiste que é bom pra anemia dela.&lt;br /&gt;Ler todos os dias as mensagens do começo do namoro&lt;br /&gt;que ficaram na caixa de entrada do celular,&lt;br /&gt;e rir ao lembrar do contexto de cada uma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Detalhes que só quem ama sabe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O lugar em que se beijaram pela primeira vez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e todas as peças de roupa que estavam usando no dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O iogurt que ele toma pela manhã,&lt;br /&gt;a pizza de chocolate que pra ela não pode faltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O controle dela no copo dele pra não beber uisque,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o controle dele no copo dela pra não beber demais&lt;br /&gt;e querer dançar em cima da mesa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aquele vestido que ele adora, e aquele olhar que ela não resiste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e ele sabe... são só detalhes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se eu tivesse falando de amor,&lt;br /&gt;falaria das renúncias de quem ama. Isso mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque 'a gente mede o tamanho do nosso amor,&lt;br /&gt;pelo tamanho da nossa renúncia'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Só quem ama mesmo sabe renunciar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Renunciar as saídas com aquele amigo que gosta de farras só pra homens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e que ela detesta e nunca vai entender o porque de não poder ir junto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Renunciar aos amigos-coloridos mantidos com muito sacrifício&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;por anos no msn e orkut dela, e que ele simplesmente cismou em não confiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Renunciar aquele show que ele havia esperado o ano inteiro pra poder ir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas justo no dia ela ficou doente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Renunciar as manias de organização e particularidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;já que ela chega e se instala sem se importar&lt;br /&gt;o que pode ou não ser mexido e tirado do lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Renunciar a antipatia e todo o ciúme do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pra ser legal com &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aquela&lt;/span&gt; amiga que ele adora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e que depois ela descobre que até era legal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se eu tivesse falando de amor,&lt;br /&gt;eu falaria do tempo que nunca está do lado de quem ama..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sempre se arrasta pra passar quando estamos longe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas cria asas e voa quando se está por perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se eu tivesse falando de amor,&lt;br /&gt;falaria de tantas outras coisas que só fazem sentido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;quando o que a gente sente faz dar um salto dentro do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas só se eu tivesse falando de amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SfEyRl61uaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/w46FhHxbpKw/s1600-h/th_Animation1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 10px; height: 11px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SfEyRl61uaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/w46FhHxbpKw/s320/th_Animation1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328095111974074786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SfEyRl61uaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/w46FhHxbpKw/s1600-h/th_Animation1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 10px; height: 11px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SfEyRl61uaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/w46FhHxbpKw/s320/th_Animation1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328095111974074786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 28/05/2009&lt;br /&gt;  Código do texto: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;T1620263&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esta obra está licenciada sob uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" target="_blank" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/br/"&gt;Licença Creative Commons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Você pode copiar, distribuir, exibir, executar, desde que seja dado crédito ao autor original &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Citar a autoria de Janaína S. e o blog http://maiisum.blogspot.com/)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Você não pode fazer uso comercial desta obra. Você não pode criar obras derivadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-2617948646952904259?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/2617948646952904259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=2617948646952904259&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2617948646952904259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2617948646952904259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/04/se-eu-tivesse-falando-de-amor-falaria.html' title='Se eu tivesse falando de amor...'/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SfEyDm7DhNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/HWutAsQItzc/s72-c/alian%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-7822080243543754770</id><published>2009-04-23T16:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:44:02.391-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;De 'carinha' nova..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SfDD-dRqcXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vNeDYPcrcmc/s1600-h/th_mininews.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 41px; height: 20px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SfDD-dRqcXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vNeDYPcrcmc/s320/th_mininews.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327973836957315442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novos tempos, novas perspectivas.&lt;br /&gt;E tem tanta coisa que eu queria dizer.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SfDEZMeG48I/AAAAAAAAAMA/HqXjNy_oOV0/s1600-h/th_caneta022.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SfDEZMeG48I/AAAAAAAAAMA/HqXjNy_oOV0/s320/th_caneta022.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327974296302576578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentee, tive uns probleminhas com os links na hora de fazer&lt;br /&gt;o html do novo layout, então por isso tem muita gente que não tá linkada..&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso eu vou fazendo aos poucos, tá?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto, é isso! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SfDEzc_VUDI/AAAAAAAAAMI/-mnq9ZolJh0/s1600-h/flor2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 19px; height: 17px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SfDEzc_VUDI/AAAAAAAAAMI/-mnq9ZolJh0/s320/flor2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327974747413499954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-7822080243543754770?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/7822080243543754770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=7822080243543754770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7822080243543754770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7822080243543754770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/04/de-carinha-nova.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SfDD-dRqcXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vNeDYPcrcmc/s72-c/th_mininews.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-7381964264632268020</id><published>2009-04-21T21:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:29:29.328-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Se5kWRTGbnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/U0VexHhonkc/s1600-h/114141_8939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Se5kWRTGbnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/U0VexHhonkc/s200/114141_8939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327305742989291122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há certas horas, em que não precisamos de um Amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não precisamos da paixão desmedida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não queremos beijo na boca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nem corpos a se encontrar na maciez de uma cama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há certas horas, que só queremos a mão no ombro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o abraço apertado ou mesmo o estar ali, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;quietinho, ao lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sem nada dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há certas horas, quando sentimos que estamos pra chorar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que desejamos uma presença amiga, a nos ouvir paciente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a brincar com a gente, a nos fazer sorrir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alguém que ria de nossas piadas sem graça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que ache nossas tristezas as maiores do mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nos teça elogios sem fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que apesar de todas essas mentiras úteis, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nos seja de uma sinceridade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; inquestionável...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nos mande calar a boca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ou nos evite um gesto impensado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que nos possa dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que você está errado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas estou do seu lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou alguém que apenas diga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou seu amor, e estou Aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(William Shakespeare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-7381964264632268020?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/7381964264632268020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=7381964264632268020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7381964264632268020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7381964264632268020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/04/ha-certas-horas-em-que-nao-precisamos.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Se5kWRTGbnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/U0VexHhonkc/s72-c/114141_8939.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-234044863056398493</id><published>2009-04-19T15:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:53:32.458-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SetzB5_TF9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/cDbrEaAFWVA/s1600-h/amigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SetzB5_TF9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/cDbrEaAFWVA/s200/amigos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326477460879120338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Me encontro tão ferida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas te vejo ai também em carne viva&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Será que não tem jeito?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esse amor ainda nem nasceu direito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pra morrer assim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Digitais - Isabella Taviani)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1406561823812973939-234044863056398493?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/234044863056398493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=234044863056398493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/234044863056398493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/234044863056398493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-encontro-tao-ferida-mas-te-vejo-ai.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SetzB5_TF9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/cDbrEaAFWVA/s72-c/amigos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-5659787828096058214</id><published>2009-04-17T13:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:51:23.378-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SeizOZHtPrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/TBlCbQAZ3iw/s1600-h/SIMPLES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SeizOZHtPrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/TBlCbQAZ3iw/s200/SIMPLES.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325703619208363698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não estou sentindo nada.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nem medo, nem calor, nem fogo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vai dar mais pra chorar, nem pra rir...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguma alma mesmo que penada, me empreste suas penas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não sinto amor, nem dor. Já não sinto nada...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém me dê um coração, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que esse já não bate nem apanha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por favor!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma emoção pequena, qualquer coisa!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa que se sinta...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem tantos sentimentos, deve ter algum que sirva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0cm; font-family: verdana; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;(Arnaldo Antunes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-5659787828096058214?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/5659787828096058214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=5659787828096058214&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/5659787828096058214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/5659787828096058214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-estou-sentindo-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SeizOZHtPrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/TBlCbQAZ3iw/s72-c/SIMPLES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-5955926284305970790</id><published>2009-04-12T23:16:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:05:32.727-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Sed29UlTcLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/tdr-OVGGmTk/s1600-h/coraC3A7C3A3o4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/Sed29UlTcLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/tdr-OVGGmTk/s200/coraC3A7C3A3o4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325355880258171058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SeZCsA-sfZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/XIbDnvsjVbQ/s1600-h/coraC3A7C3A3o4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Estive pensando como as coisas mudaram entre a gente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coração só de tentar entender, chega a dar um nó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;E nós, isso mesmo, nós dois,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;temos a mania de achar que mudar está errado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achamos demais mesmo, achamos sobre tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Se um suspiro diferente rolar, pronto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;motivo pra achar mais alguma coisa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sabe o que mais, a gente tem mania de achar sempre o pior.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho mesmo que as coisas estão mudadas, e a maioria delas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu mudei, você mudou, nós mudamos, como um todo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vem cá, olha pra mim...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada de mal em mudarmos,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;se o sentimento que existe no nosso coração persiste&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se permanece intacto, nada pode nos abalar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor continua aqui, todo seu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pra mim, nada mais importa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E eu quero agradecer os selinhos que eu ganhei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Então, agradeço e devolvo todos os créditos pra &lt;a href="http://prosaincerta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ella.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SeeB9ULqI9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/jO1W8-RwXpg/s1600-h/selo_ju_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SeeB9ULqI9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/jO1W8-RwXpg/s200/selo_ju_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325367974778512338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. As regras deste selo são:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a) Ao receber o selo, listar 7 coisas que te fazem sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;b) Indicar o selo a 7 blogs que fazem você sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;c) Informar aos blogs indicados que eles receberam o selo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SeeCyNSJGTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7xvkjetO7cM/s1600-h/selinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SeeCyNSJGTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7xvkjetO7cM/s200/selinho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325368883459725618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;2. As regras deste selo são:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;a) Ao receber o selo, listar 6 coisas aleatórias sobre você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;b) Indicar o selo a 6 blogs que fazem você sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;c) Informar aos blogs indicados que eles receberam o selo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Então, tudo junto mesmo tá?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;→ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7 coisas que me fazem sorrir:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Ser acordada com carinho e muito cheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Ver uma criança sorrindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Ganhar presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Viajar pra longe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Estar na praia no fim da tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Piadas bem contadas (mesmo que sejam idiotas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Ouvir a campanhia tocar, sabendo que ele chegou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;→ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6 coisas aleatórias sobre mim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Adoro comer bolo com sorvete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Eu fico com raiva por besteira e faço birra até cansar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Normalmente não tomo café da manhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Eu durmo no colchão sem lonçol, porque não gosto com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Eu já me apaixonei por 2 homens ao mesmo tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SdrNGgTwLOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Du-eE6LAdl4/s200/petalas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321791421327355106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Tanta vontade de chorar, tanta vontade de ir embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Para que o protejam, para que sintam falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tanta vontade de viajar para bem longe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;romper todos os laços, sem deixar endereço."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Caio F. Abreu&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/1406561823812973939-7638573913256933210?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/7638573913256933210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=7638573913256933210&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7638573913256933210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7638573913256933210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/04/fragil.html' title='Frágil'/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SdrNGgTwLOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Du-eE6LAdl4/s72-c/petalas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-5357469049985480614</id><published>2009-01-13T00:20:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:43:33.208-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SWwMbJZfKeI/AAAAAAAAAHs/E-dd5gmX0IQ/s1600-h/CriancaCravos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SWwMbJZfKeI/AAAAAAAAAHs/E-dd5gmX0IQ/s200/CriancaCravos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290617322772310498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a vida acaba simplificando as coisas,&lt;br /&gt;não tenho mais idade pra morrer de amores.&lt;br /&gt;Quero as coisas simples, sólidas, porque não?&lt;br /&gt;Morrer de amor tá fora moda,&lt;br /&gt;vá lá que fazia o maior sucesso na época do Lord Byron,&lt;br /&gt;Romeu e Julieta..&lt;br /&gt;ah, Tudo lindo, mas pra ser lido e devolvido pra estante.&lt;br /&gt;Morrer de amor não tá com nada,&lt;br /&gt;caía bem nos meus 13 anos, não mais.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje preferimos as histórias reais, simplificadas,&lt;br /&gt;sem promessas que nunca serão cumpridas.&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro amor construído dia-a-dia,&lt;br /&gt;amor plantado com a raiz de um carvalho.&lt;br /&gt;Amor que acalma, que faz sorrir por nada,&lt;br /&gt;sem precisar do impossível pra torná-lo maior, eterno.&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro amor de mãos, olhos, pernas e beijos que não se acabam mais.&lt;br /&gt;Porque a eternidade cabe dentro do nosso coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="info"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 03/08/2009&lt;br /&gt;  Código do texto: T1733740&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;!--Creative Commons License--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Esta obra está licenciada sob uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" target="_blank" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/br/"&gt;Licença Creative Commons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Você pode copiar, distribuir, exibir, executar, desde que seja dado crédito ao autor original &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Citar a autoria de Janaína S. e o blog http://maiisum.blogspot.com/)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Você não pode fazer uso comercial desta obra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Você não pode criar obras derivadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1406561823812973939-5357469049985480614?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/5357469049985480614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=5357469049985480614&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/5357469049985480614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/5357469049985480614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-vida-acaba-simplificando-as-coisas-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SWwMbJZfKeI/AAAAAAAAAHs/E-dd5gmX0IQ/s72-c/CriancaCravos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-8434143907168726271</id><published>2008-12-24T11:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:55:56.074-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SVJNanzlOoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gu85wVgUE8M/s1600-h/st_agnes_presepio_sm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SVJNanzlOoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gu85wVgUE8M/s200/st_agnes_presepio_sm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283370432616282754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe que eu nem gosto muito do Natal.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes eu acho que esse natal só fazia sentido quando eu era criança,&lt;br /&gt;que juntava todos os primos na sala pra brincar até que não aguentássemos mais.&lt;br /&gt;E comiamos as coisas gostosas que a vovó faz ainda hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Trocávamos os presentes de amigo secreto, os cartões.&lt;br /&gt;E nos divertíamos muito pensando no que íamos ganhar do papai noel.&lt;br /&gt;E as horas parecem que não passavam nunca,&lt;br /&gt;sempre tentei ficar acordada pra flagrar o papai noel colocando o meu presente embaixo da cama.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca consegui. Ele sempre ganhava de mim e do meu sono.&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje em dia nada disso faz sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Adoro a idéia de Jesus ter nascido pra nos salvar, tudo lindo como a história conta..&lt;br /&gt;mas o natal, comercialmente e tradicionalmente falando não é isso mais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É presente, é papai noel, é peru, é árvore, são luzes coloridas.&lt;br /&gt;E nada disso faz sentido.&lt;br /&gt;O natal é essa hipocrisia que se acende essa época do ano,&lt;br /&gt;das boas ações, dos programas beneficentes...&lt;br /&gt;de fazer doação às comunidades carentes.&lt;br /&gt;Que são carentes o ano inteiro. E ninguém lembra delas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas no natal.. Ah, o natal.. Tudo é lindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quem dera essa bondade durasse mais que o mês de dezembro..&lt;br /&gt;Quem dera. O mundo agradeceria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer forma, que neste natal,&lt;br /&gt;algo posso reacender dentro de cada um.&lt;br /&gt;A chama do amor daquele que nasceu nesse dia,&lt;br /&gt;pra mudar o destino do resto da humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;E por Ele sim, tudo passa a valer a pena.&lt;br /&gt;Que este sim seja o natal.&lt;br /&gt;E então, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Feliz Natal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;e desculpa a revolta! :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1406561823812973939-8434143907168726271?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/8434143907168726271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=8434143907168726271&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/8434143907168726271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/8434143907168726271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2008/12/sabe-que-eu-nem-gosto-muito-do-natal.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SVJNanzlOoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/gu85wVgUE8M/s72-c/st_agnes_presepio_sm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-2406758705724235086</id><published>2008-12-08T13:40:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:02:47.784-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O AMOR PODE DAR CERTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/ST1SMJ7ZGAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7elYE0hhyxI/s1600-h/amigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/ST1SMJ7ZGAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7elYE0hhyxI/s200/amigos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277464707125024770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Engraçado, sabe em que ando pensando?&lt;br /&gt;Nas últimas vezes de coisas bestas.&lt;br /&gt;A última vez que usei lápis,&lt;br /&gt;a última vez que afaguei um cachorro, que toquei meu piano.&lt;br /&gt;Fiz tantas coisas, num determinado momento pela última vez,&lt;br /&gt;e eu não estava prestando atenção.&lt;br /&gt;E aí eu conheci você...&lt;br /&gt;E pude rir, fazer amor, me apaixonar...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo pela última vez!&lt;br /&gt;mas, desta vez, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu PRESTEI ATENÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[do filme: &lt;b&gt;O AMOR PODE DAR CERTO]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;inclusive, o filme é PERFEITO! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomendado ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/ST1R53DCV7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/k_zgDe5SAuI/s1600-h/SPFC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 104px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/ST1R53DCV7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/k_zgDe5SAuI/s200/SPFC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277464392819169202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;aah, claro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não podia deixar de registrar o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEXA&lt;/span&gt; do meu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRICOLOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRIcampeão&lt;/span&gt; Brasileiro consecutivo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;São Paulo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-2406758705724235086?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/2406758705724235086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=2406758705724235086&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2406758705724235086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2406758705724235086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2008/12/engraado-sabe-em-que-ando-pensando-nas.html' title='O AMOR PODE DAR CERTO'/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/ST1SMJ7ZGAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7elYE0hhyxI/s72-c/amigos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-6082554645382743492</id><published>2008-12-02T00:49:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:58:53.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/STSxkxtFcuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/IygXSaMEorY/s1600-h/298945-11686-1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/STSxkxtFcuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/IygXSaMEorY/s200/298945-11686-1280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275036308933538530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais me casar com você!&lt;br /&gt;Isso mesmo, não quero mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;não quero mais a chave do seu apartamento,&lt;br /&gt;e não quero mais suas massagens com má vontade,&lt;br /&gt;não quero mais fazer nada com você o dia todo no domingo,&lt;br /&gt;nem quero mais suas lasanhas compradas prontas.&lt;br /&gt;nem quero mais seu feijão,&lt;br /&gt;nem seu pudim de leite delicioso,&lt;br /&gt;não quero mais nada!&lt;br /&gt;não quero mais seus beijinhos no olho,&lt;br /&gt;não quero mais suas ligações de madrugada,&lt;br /&gt;não quero mais comer pizza 5x na mesma semana,&lt;br /&gt;não quero mais dormir de conchinha,&lt;br /&gt;não quero mais te deixar sem graça na frente dos outros,&lt;br /&gt;não quero mais que você me faça 'cosquinhas',&lt;br /&gt;não quero mais que você cuide de mim se fico doente (ou bêbada).&lt;br /&gt;não quero mais implicar com o seu nome que ninguém acerta,&lt;br /&gt;não quero mais nada!&lt;br /&gt;não quero mais todas as coisas que te tornam &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;único &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e cada vez mais especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não quero mais nada que me faça &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te amar ainda mais&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero, quero não querer mais nada disso.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu quero, e quero cada dia mais.&lt;br /&gt;Quero cada expressão do seu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;e cada nota do som da sua voz...&lt;br /&gt;Quero cada pedacinho de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;cada letra do seu nome que repito em voz baixa antes de dormir:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te amo tanto, Dorme com os anjos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;P.S.: o que era uma briga/birra, acabou virando uma declaração.&lt;br /&gt;É que eu amo tanto, que nem sei onde cabe mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-6082554645382743492?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/6082554645382743492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=6082554645382743492&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/6082554645382743492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/6082554645382743492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-quero-mais-me-casar-com-voc-isso.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/STSxkxtFcuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/IygXSaMEorY/s72-c/298945-11686-1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-5815836755527647692</id><published>2008-11-28T23:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T15:49:42.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/STCnkVZJyNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/FrNzSnJC5H0/s1600-h/ARVORE_OUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/STCnkVZJyNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/FrNzSnJC5H0/s200/ARVORE_OUT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273899406310623442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Chegou no apartamento dele por volta das seis da tarde e sentia um nervosismo fora do comum. Antes de entrar, pensou mais uma vez no que estava por fazer. Seria sua primeira vez. Já havia roído as unhas de ambas as mãos. Não podia mais voltar atrás. Tocou a campainha e ele, ansioso do outro lado da porta, não levou mais do que dois segundos para atender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele perguntou se ela queria beber alguma coisa, ela não quis. Ele perguntou se ela queria sentar, ela recusou. Ele perguntou o que poderia fazer por ela. A resposta: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- sem preliminares.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quero que você me escute, simplesmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então ela começou a se despir como nunca havia feito antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro tirou a máscara: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Eu tenho feito de conta que você não me interessa muito, mas não é verdade. Você é a pessoa mais especial que já conheci. Não por ser bonito ou por pensar como eu sobre tantas coisas, mas por algo maior e mais profundo do que aparência e afinidade. Ser correspondida é o que menos me importa no momento: preciso dizer o que sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então ela desfez-se da arrogância: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Nem sei com que pernas cheguei até sua casa, achei que não teria coragem. Mas agora que estou aqui, preciso que você saiba que cada música que toca é com você que ouço, cada palavra que leio é com você que reparto, cada deslumbramento que tenho é com você que sinto. Você está entranhado no que sou, virou parte da minha história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era o pudor sendo desabotoado: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Eu beijo espelhos, abraço almofadas, faço carinho em mim mesma tendo você no pensamento, e mesmo quando as coisas que faço são menos importantes, como ler uma revista ou lavar uma meia, é em sua companhia que estou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retirava o medo: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Eu não sou melhor ou pior do que ninguém, sou apenas alguém que está aprendendo a lidar com o amor, sinto que ele existe, sinto que é forte e sinto que é aquilo que todos procuram. Encontrei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, a última peça caía, deixando-a nua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Eu gostaria de viver com você, mas não foi por isso que vim. A intenção é unicamente deixá-lo saber que é amado e deixá-lo pensar a respeito, que amor não é coisa que se retribua de imediato, apenas para ser gentil. Se um dia eu for amada do mesmo modo por você, me avise que eu volto, e a gente recomeça de onde parou...  Paramos aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E saiu do apartamento sentindo-se mais mulher do que nunca."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Strip-Tease (Martha Medeiros)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Em algum momento da vida, gostaria de ter me sentido assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-5815836755527647692?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/5815836755527647692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=5815836755527647692&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/5815836755527647692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/5815836755527647692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2008/11/chegou-no-apartamento-dele-por-volta.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/STCnkVZJyNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/FrNzSnJC5H0/s72-c/ARVORE_OUT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-687862593969044954</id><published>2008-11-25T17:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:23:14.559-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SSxkGyDyLnI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oHz-EgpxgtI/s1600-h/meninaa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SSxkGyDyLnI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oHz-EgpxgtI/s200/meninaa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272699331423645298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Queria que você soubesse,&lt;br /&gt;queria que entendesse tudo,&lt;br /&gt;sem que eu precisasse te falar, sabe?!&lt;br /&gt;Fico me perguntando todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;o porque de ser você, de ser eu, nós, eles, todo mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém me responde, nem mesmo você.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, a verdade é que&lt;br /&gt;eu acho que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não vivo mais sem você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difícil admitir isso, é sim.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é mais fácil que imaginar a minha vida sem você.&lt;br /&gt;sem os teus abraços, sem teu cheiro, teu gosto,&lt;br /&gt;sem ouvir teus suspiros, teus risos, teus dramas,&lt;br /&gt;Bem mais fácil que me ver sem você&lt;br /&gt;Sem te contar meus segredos, meus medos,&lt;br /&gt;Dividir meus anseios, meus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;tantos tesouros &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tão meus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tão seus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junto todos os pedaços do meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;e te entrego, tá tudo aqui, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é teu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolho &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te amar agora&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;porque &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o passado sempre vai doer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senão de saudade, de arrependimento&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E aí, é você quem escolhe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1406561823812973939-687862593969044954?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/687862593969044954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=687862593969044954&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/687862593969044954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/687862593969044954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2008/11/queria-que-voc-soubesse-queria-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SSxkGyDyLnI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oHz-EgpxgtI/s72-c/meninaa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-2626070607752547345</id><published>2008-11-20T23:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:46:13.438-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SSYge8uDNCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/a9-Mg9zF6DI/s1600-h/174287721e2fe7a157chr7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SSYge8uDNCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/a9-Mg9zF6DI/s200/174287721e2fe7a157chr7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270936129951183906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que o tempo não leve consigo a minha esperança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;que não leve ele embora o meu amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que um vento traga de volta a minha paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;difícil sem você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1406561823812973939-2626070607752547345?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/2626070607752547345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=2626070607752547345&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2626070607752547345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2626070607752547345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2008/11/que-o-tempo-no-leve-consigo-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SSYge8uDNCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/a9-Mg9zF6DI/s72-c/174287721e2fe7a157chr7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-1208476450442318700</id><published>2008-11-14T18:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:58:35.739-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SR30SaZ6oQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/edhGvYUiwaQ/s1600-h/coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SR30SaZ6oQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/edhGvYUiwaQ/s200/coracao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268635736256192770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe de uma coisa?&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tempo já passou e tanta coisa ela já viveu&lt;br /&gt;que ela já devia ter aprendido.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendido a mandar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gente besta&lt;/span&gt; pro inferno,&lt;br /&gt;sem passagem de volta.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendido que não é porque ela se importa,&lt;br /&gt;que as outras pessoas se importem.&lt;br /&gt;E sabe o que mais, já tinho ido longe demais remoendo isso.&lt;br /&gt;Agora chega, dane-se a minoria,&lt;br /&gt;dane-se a hipocrisia do sorrisinho falso e a cara lavada.&lt;br /&gt;Ela queria o melhor, dela e do resto do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Se isso não interessava a algumas pessoas, problema delas.&lt;br /&gt;Ponto final.&lt;br /&gt;E o melhor de tudo é que ela aprendeu a simplificar,&lt;br /&gt;a gostar mais dela mesma,&lt;br /&gt;a gostar mais de outras pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;A gostar mais dele e valorizar cada sorriso&lt;br /&gt;que surge quando ela a olha,&lt;br /&gt;Por que ele sim,&lt;br /&gt;merecia tudo de melhor que ela tinha e que queria oferecer.&lt;br /&gt;Os outros pouco importava agora.&lt;br /&gt;Ela sentia o coração aliviar,&lt;br /&gt;e que fosse assim a partir de agora.&lt;br /&gt;Ele, Ela... e o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;resto&lt;/span&gt; do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que bom que eu tenho você.&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/1406561823812973939-1208476450442318700?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/1208476450442318700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=1208476450442318700&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/1208476450442318700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/1208476450442318700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2008/11/sabe-de-uma-coisa-tanto-tempo-j-passou.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SR30SaZ6oQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/edhGvYUiwaQ/s72-c/coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-7055186099654885772</id><published>2008-11-12T14:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:30:38.238-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SRsSPpgsYMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4LyP6w5k7Lc/s1600-h/child.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SRsSPpgsYMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4LyP6w5k7Lc/s200/child.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267824249190244546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando mais nada houver, eu me erguerei cantando,&lt;br /&gt;saudando a vida com meu corpo de cavalo jovem.&lt;br /&gt;E numa louca corrida entregarei meu ser ao ser tempo&lt;br /&gt;e a minha voz à doce voz do vento.&lt;br /&gt;Despojado do que já não há, solto no vazio do que ainda não veio.&lt;br /&gt;Minha boca cantará cantos de alivio pelo que se foi,&lt;br /&gt;cantos de espera pelo que há de vir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Caio Fernando Abreu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;E quando tudo estiver dito e feito, ficará ainda mais difícil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Mas nada vai acabar com o meu amor por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-7055186099654885772?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/7055186099654885772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=7055186099654885772&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7055186099654885772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7055186099654885772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2008/11/quando-mais-nada-houver-eu-me-erguerei.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SRsSPpgsYMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4LyP6w5k7Lc/s72-c/child.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-2725003729846214134</id><published>2008-11-06T19:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:02:50.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SRN3YcN72XI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ubr7snv3ApM/s1600-h/abraco1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SRN3YcN72XI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ubr7snv3ApM/s320/abraco1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265683651101448562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando todas as hipóteses já foram testadas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando tudo que se podia fazer já foi feito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando toda esperança já está sendo enterrada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lá vem você, com esse sorriso lindo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Com esses olhos brilhantes de quem ainda acredita.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lá vem você com esse seu abraço apertado,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;com seu beijo no olho, com seu jeito de falar mansinho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pra me mostrar que tudo tem um jeito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e que a gente pode fazer tudo ser melhor, se a gente quiser.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E sabe de uma coisa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É por isso que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu te amo tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1406561823812973939-2725003729846214134?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/2725003729846214134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=2725003729846214134&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2725003729846214134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2725003729846214134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2008/11/quando-todas-as-hipteses-j-foram.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SRN3YcN72XI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ubr7snv3ApM/s72-c/abraco1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-3655733158187456959</id><published>2008-10-31T02:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T02:34:31.905-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SQqYqpnyggI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tRoVSDwdpLk/s1600-h/1183398202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SQqYqpnyggI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tRoVSDwdpLk/s320/1183398202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263186973030515202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aniversário dá sensação de coisa nova,&lt;br /&gt;Idade nova é liberdade nova, responsabilidades novas.&lt;br /&gt;Novas escolhas, novos destinos...&lt;br /&gt;A vida me levou a caminhos que eu talvez não os tenha escolhido ao certo...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez... Mas eu vagamente os quis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feliz aniversário&lt;/span&gt; pra mim :D&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/1406561823812973939-3655733158187456959?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/3655733158187456959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=3655733158187456959&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3655733158187456959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3655733158187456959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2008/10/aniversrio-d-sensao-de-coisa-nova-idade.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SQqYqpnyggI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tRoVSDwdpLk/s72-c/1183398202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-8511360321672972391</id><published>2008-10-28T20:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:01:47.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SQenuNN0jII/AAAAAAAAAFM/cliLBq0LRGM/s1600-h/livro+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SQenuNN0jII/AAAAAAAAAFM/cliLBq0LRGM/s200/livro+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262359101869165698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que todos os meus dias sejam assim.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e você, até o fim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;"E lutar sempre&lt;br /&gt;Por esse amor&lt;br /&gt;Que morre e reascende&lt;br /&gt;E não tem fim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Titãs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1406561823812973939-8511360321672972391?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/8511360321672972391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=8511360321672972391&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/8511360321672972391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/8511360321672972391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2008/10/que-todos-os-meus-dias-sejam-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SQenuNN0jII/AAAAAAAAAFM/cliLBq0LRGM/s72-c/livro+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-3873214413978134295</id><published>2008-10-27T15:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:30:01.069-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SQYIgjbSy4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/vC_egbWICts/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SQYIgjbSy4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/vC_egbWICts/s200/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261902569987558274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naquele dia a certeza de que muita coisa dali em diante seria diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E seria mesmo, talvez fosse &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a grande chance&lt;/span&gt;... ou não.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enchendo o coração de esperança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo um brilho diferente aos olhos cansados de chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a temporada das flores inspira os re-começos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor ganhou vida novamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e estaremos juntos, bem aqui, para vê-lo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;florescer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;"Os opostos se distraem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; Os dispostos se atraem"&lt;br /&gt;(O Teatro Mágico)&lt;/span&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/1406561823812973939-3873214413978134295?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/3873214413978134295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=3873214413978134295&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3873214413978134295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/3873214413978134295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2008/10/naquele-dia-certeza-de-que-muita-coisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SQYIgjbSy4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/vC_egbWICts/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-7328321347448612928</id><published>2008-10-27T01:42:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T02:02:16.642-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SQVH0jgQ60I/AAAAAAAAAE8/jA2sxJtbqUI/s1600-h/S7301920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SQVH0jgQ60I/AAAAAAAAAE8/jA2sxJtbqUI/s320/S7301920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261690707861629762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foto:&lt;/span&gt; Show de O Teatro MÁGICO em Maceió...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  realmente mágico!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;"Atrevo-me, atravesso&lt;br /&gt;Pra perto do peito teu&lt;br /&gt;Teu sagrado e tua besteira&lt;br /&gt;Teu cuidado em tua maneira&lt;br /&gt;De discordar da dor&lt;br /&gt;De descobrir abrigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre tanto amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entretanto a dúvida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;Há uma alma em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Há uma calma que não condiz...&lt;br /&gt;Com a nossa pressa!&lt;br /&gt;Com &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o resto que nos resta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamentavelmente eu sou assim...&lt;br /&gt;Um tanto disperso&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes desapareço&lt;br /&gt;Pois depois recomeço&lt;br /&gt;Mas antes me esqueço&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;Nossa sina é se ensinar...&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bons ventos para nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para assim sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soprar sobre nós..&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(O Teatro Mágico - Sina Nossa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por enquanto, eu prefiro não escrever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E por isso, 'peço emprestadas' palavras dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Fernando Anitelli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1406561823812973939-7328321347448612928?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/7328321347448612928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=7328321347448612928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7328321347448612928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7328321347448612928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SQVH0jgQ60I/AAAAAAAAAE8/jA2sxJtbqUI/s72-c/S7301920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-2573603443616495233</id><published>2008-10-19T14:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:38:34.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Loucura ou Safadeza?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Justiça dos EUA arquiva processo contra Deus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por não saber endereço de réu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No processo, Deus é acusado de gerar medo&lt;br /&gt;e de ser responsável por milhões de mortes e destruições pelo mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Segundo ele, Deus gerou “inundações, furacões horríveis e terríveis tornados”.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://g1.globo.com/Noticias/PlanetaBizarro/0,,MUL800566-6091,00-JUSTICA+DOS+EUA+ARQUIVA+PROCESSO+CONTRA+DEUS+POR+NAO+SABER+ENDERECO+DE+REU.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Reportagem completa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;agora me diga, Onde vamos parar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Se nem Deus escapa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&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/1406561823812973939-2573603443616495233?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/2573603443616495233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=2573603443616495233&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2573603443616495233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2573603443616495233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2008/10/loucura-ou-safadeza.html' title='Loucura ou Safadeza?'/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-4268627235947607897</id><published>2008-10-16T20:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:40:18.075-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SPfQMXjexcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/1iCp7XaLRio/s1600-h/tulipasbrancas.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SPfQMXjexcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/1iCp7XaLRio/s200/tulipasbrancas.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257900000878183874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Tenho a impressão que a vida, as coisas foram me levando.&lt;br /&gt;Levando em frente, levando embora,&lt;br /&gt;levando aos trancos, de qualquer jeito.&lt;br /&gt;Sem se importarem se eu não queria mais ir.&lt;br /&gt;Agora olho em volta&lt;br /&gt;e não tenho certeza se gostaria mesmo de estar aqui."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pela noite, Caio F. Abreu]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;É, eu só queria ter algumas certezas.&lt;/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/1406561823812973939-4268627235947607897?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/4268627235947607897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=4268627235947607897&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/4268627235947607897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/4268627235947607897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2008/10/tenho-impresso-que-vida-as-coisas-foram.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SPfQMXjexcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/1iCp7XaLRio/s72-c/tulipasbrancas.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-7294455892790225775</id><published>2008-10-15T23:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:15:09.321-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SPajQGwQVSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bJjT1BxaJHk/s1600-h/caminho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SPajQGwQVSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bJjT1BxaJHk/s200/caminho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257569112087876898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando os meus sonhos vi desmoronar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me trouxeste outros pra recomeçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando me esqueci que era alguém na vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu amor veio me relembrar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Pe. Fábio de Melo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Meio offline da vida ultimamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;volto a ativa em breve, prometo! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ah, Meu lindo, te amo!&lt;/span&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/1406561823812973939-7294455892790225775?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/7294455892790225775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=7294455892790225775&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7294455892790225775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/7294455892790225775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2008/10/quando-os-meus-sonhos-vi-desmoronar-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SPajQGwQVSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bJjT1BxaJHk/s72-c/caminho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-2177771156493951694</id><published>2008-10-09T00:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T00:30:13.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SO157OJxNhI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2tHbsj17m6M/s1600-h/sonho1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SO157OJxNhI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2tHbsj17m6M/s200/sonho1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254990398529549842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Que não seja preciso mais do que uma simples alegria&lt;br /&gt;Pra me fazer aquietar o espírito&lt;br /&gt;E que o teu silêncio me fale cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;E que a minha loucura seja perdoada&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é amor&lt;br /&gt;E a outra metade também."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Metade - Oswaldo Montenegro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Ânimo, é &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Primavera&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;E o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teu&lt;/span&gt; amor me inspira.&lt;/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/1406561823812973939-2177771156493951694?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/2177771156493951694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=2177771156493951694&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2177771156493951694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2177771156493951694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2008/10/que-no-seja-preciso-mais-do-que-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SO157OJxNhI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2tHbsj17m6M/s72-c/sonho1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-5960952992440376168</id><published>2008-10-06T20:30:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:43:17.495-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SOqh3sqkSkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/u_Co90unvbw/s1600-h/caminho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SOqh3sqkSkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/u_Co90unvbw/s200/caminho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254189893535681090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Era só mais um desses dias em que nem devia ter saído da cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Desses dias em que se perde o ônibus,&lt;br /&gt;pega trânsito e chega atrasado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Dias em que o Professor tá &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mal comido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e você esqueceu de entregar o trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Um dia desses em que nem dá vontade de fazer nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Desses que dá vontade de acabar bem antes do meio dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;E que angústia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ao meio dia, faltava mais outro &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meio&lt;/span&gt; desse pra que enfim acabasse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Era mais um desses dias em que você tem raiva do mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e de quem teve a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;feliz idéia de te colocar nele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Era mais um desses dias em que o coração parece bater devagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Que as horas não passam nunca, e o ar parece não circular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Desses dias em que até a vida parece ter preguiça de existir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"O amanhã cuidará do dia de amanhã."&lt;/span&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/1406561823812973939-5960952992440376168?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/5960952992440376168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=5960952992440376168&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/5960952992440376168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/5960952992440376168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2008/10/era-s-mais-um-desses-dias-em-que-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SOqh3sqkSkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/u_Co90unvbw/s72-c/caminho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-6233260995293842079</id><published>2008-10-05T15:29:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:48:26.555-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SOkIWZiM-vI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Tk7fR1gYStw/s1600-h/amour.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SOkIWZiM-vI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Tk7fR1gYStw/s200/amour.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253739621208881906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que seja sempre assim, entre flores nossos amores, descobertas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrisos infinitos, olhares fundos de corações bonitos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almas silentes, eternas, amadas, encantadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Pelos nossos 6 meses, Te amo cada vez mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que dure a eternidade em que couber o nosso sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.*.*.*.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.*.*.*.*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SOkKKU8hEaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JOJ7SPYS8jU/s1600-h/Figura2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SOkKKU8hEaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JOJ7SPYS8jU/s200/Figura2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253741612841898402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ahh, agradecer ao Àtila, do blog &lt;a href="http://atilasiqueira.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ásgard: Terra de Poesia&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pelo presente que ganhei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUITO OBRIGADA &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1406561823812973939-6233260995293842079?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/6233260995293842079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=6233260995293842079&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/6233260995293842079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/6233260995293842079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2008/10/que-seja-sempre-assim-entre-flores.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SOkIWZiM-vI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Tk7fR1gYStw/s72-c/amour.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-1314925355996686904</id><published>2008-10-03T19:40:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:06:34.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A ausência tão presente de não sei quê,&lt;br /&gt;que tanto me faz falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SOaiVsn2M4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/wqyouPHOwpk/s1600-h/2902181253_c53de14bcb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SOaiVsn2M4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/wqyouPHOwpk/s200/2902181253_c53de14bcb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253064509013504898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Claro, o dia de amanhã cuidará do dia de amanhã &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e tudo chegará no tempo exato. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Mas e o dia de hoje?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Vai passar, tu sabes que vai passar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Talvez não amanhã, mas dentro de uma semana, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;um mês ou dois, quem sabe?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O verão está aí, haverá sol quase todos os dias,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e sempre resta essa coisa chamada¨impulso vital¨.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pois esse impulso ás vezes cruel, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;porque não permite que nenhuma dor insista por muito tempo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;te empurrará quem sabe para o sol, para o mar,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;para uma nova estrada qualquer e, de repente, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;no meio de uma frase ou de um movimento te surpreenderás &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pensando algo assim como: - Estou contente outra vez."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Caio F. Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &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/1406561823812973939-1314925355996686904?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/1314925355996686904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=1314925355996686904&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/1314925355996686904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/1314925355996686904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2008/10/ausncia-to-presente-de-no-sei-qu-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SOaiVsn2M4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/wqyouPHOwpk/s72-c/2902181253_c53de14bcb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-213895645938158446</id><published>2008-10-01T17:59:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:09:57.152-03:00</updated><title type='text'>'O VAZIO'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SOPlxbgPN-I/AAAAAAAAADc/xWLLN38oKhw/s1600-h/2902057070_08128535e6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SOPlxbgPN-I/AAAAAAAAADc/xWLLN38oKhw/s200/2902057070_08128535e6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252294227803453410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"A vida precisa do vazio: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a lagarta dorme num vazio chamado casulo até se transformar em borboleta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A música precisa de um vazio chamado silêncio para ser ouvida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um poema precisa do vazio da folha de papel em branco para ser escrito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E as pessoas, para serem belas e amadas, precisam ter um vazio dentro delas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A maioria acha o contrário; pensa que o bom é ser cheio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Essas são as pessoas que se acham cheias de verdades e sabedoria e falam sem parar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;São umas chatas quando não são autoritárias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bonitas são as pessoas que falam pouco e sabem escutar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A essas pessoas é fácil amar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Elas estão cheias de vazio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E é no vazio da distância que vive a saudade..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(Trecho de Rubem Alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que seja tirada a água do nosso barquinho, seguiremos mar adentro e velejaremos em paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1406561823812973939-213895645938158446?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/213895645938158446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=213895645938158446&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/213895645938158446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/213895645938158446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2008/10/vida-precisa-do-vazio-lagarta-dorme-num.html' title='&apos;O VAZIO&apos;'/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SOPlxbgPN-I/AAAAAAAAADc/xWLLN38oKhw/s72-c/2902057070_08128535e6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1406561823812973939.post-2788196310786926690</id><published>2008-10-01T01:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T01:27:27.388-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Entendo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SOL7s9ug2XI/AAAAAAAAADI/KGufsbjTBD8/s1600-h/seagulls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SOL7s9ug2XI/AAAAAAAAADI/KGufsbjTBD8/s200/seagulls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252036865369889138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entendo que as minhas birras te tirem do sério.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entendo que minhas manias te incomodem as vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entendo que você tenha seus próprios sonhos e sejam diferentes dos meus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entendo que você tenha mania de explicar as coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entendo que goste de contar as suas histórias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;com todos os termos técnicos do Corpo de Bombeiros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entendo...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entendo que você esteja acostumado a viver sozinho,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a fazer 'qualquercoisacomestível' pra comer sozinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e deixar a louça suja na pia por 4 dias seguidos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entendo que você não goste de seguir as minhas 'regras'.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entendo que você tenha que ficar trancado no quartel, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que tenha mil trabalhos e provas da faculdade pra estudar e fazer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entendo que os nossos horários são mesmo confusos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu entendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entendo que você não goste de pagode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entendo que você curta rave e música eletrônica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entendo que você implique com 'ex-romances-atuais-amigos'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entendo que você tenha ciumes, e cuide do que é seu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entendo que goste mais do outro sapato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e entendo que não use nunca a camisa que eu te dei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu entendo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entendo que você precise descansar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que esteja de saco cheio do mundo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entendo que você queira fugir pra longe de tudo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entendo até se você deixar de me amar algum dia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas não entendo que com &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tanto amor&lt;/span&gt; a gente não consiga se entender!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[...] Esquece não... Eu te amo!&lt;/span&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/1406561823812973939-2788196310786926690?l=maiisum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/feeds/2788196310786926690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1406561823812973939&amp;postID=2788196310786926690&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2788196310786926690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1406561823812973939/posts/default/2788196310786926690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiisum.blogspot.com/2008/10/entendo.html' title='Entendo.'/><author><name>Janaína S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13728929534152114464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/TRf4jUnmEfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/K0HuwXNZXNg/S220/I.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEGlJt7ufvA/SOL7s9ug2XI/AAAAAAAAADI/KGufsbjTBD8/s72-c/seagulls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
