<?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-8335584792264479581</id><updated>2011-09-28T20:33:08.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Toda Forma de Sentir</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-6124081471999534464</id><published>2011-08-20T12:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T12:40:47.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade versus Paraíso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VenWhOwt0ww/Tk_T0QRqrtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Y6ySu0fUr6o/s1600/liberdade-paraiso2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VenWhOwt0ww/Tk_T0QRqrtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Y6ySu0fUr6o/s320/liberdade-paraiso2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Você vai para a Liberdade?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, eu vou para o Paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;Ele sentou-se ao meu lado. E disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Então eu irei com você.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caio F. Abreu.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Deixo assim ficar subentendido...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-6124081471999534464?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/6124081471999534464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/08/liberdade-versus-paraiso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/6124081471999534464'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-4655379879014548709</id><published>2011-08-15T23:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T23:35:40.099-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra Você Eu Digo Sim - Rita Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/qnkh7__PdJc/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qnkh7__PdJc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qnkh7__PdJc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b class="editable_area" style="height: 15px;"&gt;Pra Você Eu Digo Sim&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rita Lee&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt;Se eu me apaixonar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"&gt; Vê se não vai debochar&lt;br /&gt;Da minha confusão&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez me apaixonei&lt;br /&gt;E não foi o que pensei&lt;br /&gt;Estou só, desde então...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu me entregar, total&lt;br /&gt;Meu medo é &lt;br /&gt;Você pensar que eu &lt;br /&gt;Sou superficial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não fizer amor&lt;br /&gt;Assim sem mais&lt;br /&gt;Se você brigar e for&lt;br /&gt;Correndo atrás de alguém&lt;br /&gt;Não vou suportar a dor de ver&lt;br /&gt;Que eu perdi mais uma vez meu amor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se eu sentir que nós&lt;br /&gt;Estamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Longe ou a sós no mundo e além&lt;br /&gt;Pode crer que tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;O amor só precisa de nós dois mais ninguém... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você quiser ser meu namoradinho&lt;br /&gt;E me der o seu carinho sem ter fim&lt;br /&gt;Pra você eu digo sim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Pra você eu sempre vou dizer sim! *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-4655379879014548709?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/4655379879014548709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/08/pra-voce-eu-digo-sim-rita-lee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/4655379879014548709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/4655379879014548709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/08/pra-voce-eu-digo-sim-rita-lee.html' title='Pra Você Eu Digo Sim - Rita Lee'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-2845954061754132494</id><published>2011-08-13T22:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T22:40:17.094-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixa pra lá</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;As vezes dou extrema importância para coisas pequenas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Faço barulho, dou atenção e me preocupo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A toa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Está tudo bem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se não está tudo bem, vai ficar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Faço tempestade em copo d'água, dramatizo e surto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A toa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;É besteira se preocupar, se importar e estressar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Certas coisas é melhor ignorar, relevar e deixar pra lá&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jaja passa, sempre passa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aline Machado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-2845954061754132494?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/2845954061754132494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/08/deixa-pra-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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justify;"&gt;Hoje é sábado, muitos vão para a balada se embebedar e pegar todas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como se isso fosse a coisa mais bonita do mundo, mera ilusão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Muitos se reunem com os amigos em um barzinho qualquer, onde bebem, riem e aspiram a fumaça do cigarro alheio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje, eu prefiro ficar em casa e assistir um bom filme ou até mesmo um filme não tão bom assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje, eu troco a balada por um programinha de índio, mesmo que seja sozinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje, eu escolho ficar em casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje, eu quero sossego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-8372837116335944961?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-3169552502209078374</id><published>2011-08-12T19:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T19:23:49.759-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fica Dica</title><content type='html'>Pedir ajuda a pessoa errada pode ser um erro fatal.&lt;br /&gt;Pois, quem se dispõe a ajudar tem nas mãos a oportunidade de te salvar ou acabar contigo de vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-3169552502209078374?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/3169552502209078374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/08/fica-dica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/3169552502209078374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/3169552502209078374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/08/fica-dica.html' title='Fica Dica'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-1953142932938009077</id><published>2011-08-12T18:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:43:39.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciclo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Silêncio, penso em algo para falar, as palavras evaporam. Sinto vontade de segurar sua mão, a coragem some. Olho para você e você percebe, desvio o olhar imediatamente. Continuo pensando no que falarei, respiro fundo, volto a te olhar. Sinto vontade de te abraçar, mas novamente sou abandonada pela coragem. O silêncio incomoda e parece querer me ensurdecer. Então paro, penso e deixo as coisas como estão. No fim, sei que sua presença será o suficiente para mim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aline Machado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-1953142932938009077?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/1953142932938009077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/08/ciclo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/1953142932938009077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/1953142932938009077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/08/ciclo.html' title='Ciclo'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-3671607127204993307</id><published>2011-08-12T18:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:16:52.677-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Único Sopro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Foi assim que ele ressurgiu, do nada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Furioso, enlouquecido&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Com raiva, sede, vontade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chegou atropelando a razão, a raiva e a mágoa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chegou avaliando cuidadosamente cada cicatriz deixada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me fez engolir cada promessa feita da boca pra fora, cada palavra jogada ao vento&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Derrubou o muro que me protegia de você, que me protegia dos sentimentos que deixei do lado de fora &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bastou um único sopro vindo da sua boca&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E tudo veio abaixo, tudo foi arruinado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As juras de nunca mais, a certeza de que virou passado, o sim mascarado de não&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tudo, tudo caiu por terra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bastou um único sopro seu para isso acontecer &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Foi assim que o amor acordou e derrubou cada obstáculo que coloquei entre nós&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um leve sopro seu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eis que me encontro desarmada novamente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aline Machado&lt;/i&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/8335584792264479581-3671607127204993307?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/3671607127204993307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-2767659645699108214</id><published>2011-07-18T16:30:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T16:34:47.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequenos Detalhes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gosto de beijos, abraços, olho no olho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gosto do cheiro, do toque, do encontro inconsciente de nossas mãos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sjz2AatpmAg/Su6aQ8KAlvI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Rn-jI_jHfh0/s400/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sjz2AatpmAg/Su6aQ8KAlvI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Rn-jI_jHfh0/s200/untitled.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gosto do sussurro, da provocação, do arrepio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gosto do sorriso espontâneo que ao nos encontrarmos, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;esboçamos sem querer  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gosto da forma que seus olhos me procuram quando me encontro fora do seu campo de visão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E gosto mais ainda da forma como me olha ao encontrar meu olhar a sua procura&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Detalhes que fazem o coração bater mais forte&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A respiração ficar mais ofegante&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E o corpo inteiro tremer, apenas por te ver&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aline Machado 17/07/2011&lt;/i&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/8335584792264479581-2767659645699108214?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/2767659645699108214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/07/pequenos-detalhes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/2767659645699108214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/2767659645699108214'/><link 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDyVzu8ipmY/Sg8wS7E1PnI/AAAAAAAAA30/tjh4uLVaM_4/s400/guerreiro+pequeno.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDyVzu8ipmY/Sg8wS7E1PnI/AAAAAAAAA30/tjh4uLVaM_4/s400/guerreiro+pequeno.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meu santo é forte, disso não tenho dúvidas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É melhor que você também não duvide&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acredito nas palavras e no poder que elas carregam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acredito no pensamento e na força que ele tem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Posso ser derrubada, posso desmoronar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas sei que a cada tombo me fortaleço mais&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sei que a cada tombo levantarei cada vez mais forte&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minha fé e minha paciência estão bem centralizadas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou protegida por aquilo que falta em ti&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Então desista de me fazer mal e perceba que sou como um espelho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflito tudo aquilo que você me deseja&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E cada pensamento destinado a mim, seja bom ou ruim, sempre voltará pra onde veio&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desista de me fazer mal&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pois meu santo é mais forte do que você é capaz de imaginar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Forte.'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mDyVzu8ipmY/Sg8wS7E1PnI/AAAAAAAAA30/tjh4uLVaM_4/s72-c/guerreiro+pequeno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-7317361022281475485</id><published>2011-07-12T23:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T23:55:37.238-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fé sempre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Me fortaleço, de todas as formas possíveis e contra todos que querem me ferir, que querem me fazer mal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://sp5.fotolog.com/photo/53/0/127/zaza_arrasa/1241990950898_f.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alguém avisa aos interessados que este lugar já&amp;nbsp; encontra-se ocupado.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aline Machado 02/07/11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-3516059400046381449?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/3516059400046381449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/07/ocupado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZUt5h1vJI-s/TOAx_Rf3luI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ih-jd6_Anh8/s1600/Espera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZUt5h1vJI-s/TOAx_Rf3luI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ih-jd6_Anh8/s320/Espera.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Trago lágrimas, sorrisos, histórias, abraços... trago momentos felizes, momentos de decepção.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carrego pessoas, amores e desamores, amigos e inimigos, desafetos, paixões... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sou um livro aberto, mas também não tão fechado que você não consiga abrir, basta ter jeito, saber tocar as páginas, uma a uma, e descobrirá de que papel é feito cada uma delas.”&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Caio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt; Fernando Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-4952231044026428577?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/4952231044026428577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/07/trago-lagrimas-sorrisos-historias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/4952231044026428577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/4952231044026428577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/07/trago-lagrimas-sorrisos-historias.html' title=''/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZUt5h1vJI-s/TOAx_Rf3luI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ih-jd6_Anh8/s72-c/Espera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-8081353629313080464</id><published>2011-06-30T23:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T23:03:12.177-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu tenho o dom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenho o dom de afastar as pessoas que gostam de mim e aproximar as que não gostam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenho o dom de afastar as pessoas que desejam me ver bem e aproximar aquelas que desejam me ver mal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenho o dom de afastar quem torce pra eu me dar bem e aproximar quem torce pra eu me ferrar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenho o dom de valorizar quem não merece e desvalorizar quem me da valor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenho o dom de me apaixonar por quem não está nem ai para os meus sentimentos e deixar partir alguém que gostava de mim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenho o dom de sempre fazer a escolha errada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aline Machado 30/06/11&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-8081353629313080464?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/8081353629313080464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/eu-tenho-o-dom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/8081353629313080464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/8081353629313080464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/eu-tenho-o-dom.html' title='Eu tenho o dom'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-2971249946571234700</id><published>2011-06-30T17:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T17:43:00.797-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__t1CRci_sUM/S8R5Gd_J2xI/AAAAAAAAAvg/CrWSwn-F1Q8/s1600/Coleccion_cartas_fotos_Albert_Einstein_Margarita_Konenkova.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__t1CRci_sUM/S8R5Gd_J2xI/AAAAAAAAAvg/CrWSwn-F1Q8/s200/Coleccion_cartas_fotos_Albert_Einstein_Margarita_Konenkova.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elas estão por todos os lados&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Abarrotando as gavetas, trancadas a sete chaves &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Escritas no caderno ou em folhas soltas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esperam pelo dia em que finalmente tomarei a coragem de enviá-las a sua destinatária&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esperam pelo dia em que sairão das minhas mãos direto para as suas mãos &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cada uma carrega sua história&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cada uma escrita de uma forma, em um determinado momento &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todas com o mesmo objetivo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tentar expressar atráves das palavras a alegria ou a dor de cada sentimento vivido&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;São cartas e mais cartas espalhadas pela gaveta&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todas carregadas com as emoções sentidas no momento&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todas escritas com aquelas palavras que teimam em se trancar dentro da minha boca&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cartas escritas para expressar aquilo que a boca sente medo de dizer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me diz, o que faço com essas cartas que não foram entregues à você?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-2971249946571234700?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/2971249946571234700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/cartas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/2971249946571234700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/2971249946571234700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/cartas.html' title='Cartas'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__t1CRci_sUM/S8R5Gd_J2xI/AAAAAAAAAvg/CrWSwn-F1Q8/s72-c/Coleccion_cartas_fotos_Albert_Einstein_Margarita_Konenkova.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-5048540243663103445</id><published>2011-06-26T22:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T23:20:35.901-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquele Nó.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aquele Nó -&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt; Lipstick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://perlbal.hi-pi.com/blog-images/498349/gd/1225886880/Um-no-na-garganta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://perlbal.hi-pi.com/blog-images/498349/gd/1225886880/Um-no-na-garganta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://perlbal.hi-pi.com/blog-images/498349/gd/1225886880/Um-no-na-garganta.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area"&gt;Tudo começa com aquele nó&lt;br /&gt;Que deixa em mim&lt;br /&gt;Mais eu sei que faz parte&lt;br /&gt;Só não sei como evitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo começa com &lt;br /&gt;Aquele tom, aquela voz&lt;br /&gt;Que vai alem do que eu&lt;br /&gt;Sei lidar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, eu não sei&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar em mim&lt;br /&gt;Até quando vai ser assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu fugindo de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo começa com aquele nó&lt;br /&gt;Que fica, mais pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Falta coragem&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como disfarçar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo começa com&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso, o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;De longe olho e&lt;br /&gt;Não posso tocar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca sei como agir&lt;br /&gt;Eu só sei me esconder&lt;br /&gt;Mais queria te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que é amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil sentir&lt;br /&gt;Sem poder te dizer&lt;br /&gt;O que sinto por você&lt;br /&gt;É amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-5048540243663103445?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/5048540243663103445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/aquele-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/5048540243663103445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/5048540243663103445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/aquele-no.html' title='Aquele Nó.'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-5026006057465229312</id><published>2011-06-25T20:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:15:34.498-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquela pessoa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou aquela pessoa que sonha, tem objetivos, vontades e medos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou aquela pessoa que ama, odeia, sente, decepciona e é decepcionada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou aquela pessoa que chora e sorri sem ter um motivo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou aquela pessoa que questiona, provoca, arrisca e desafia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou aquela pessoa que pensa em desistir mas quer seguir em frente para ver no que vai dar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou aquela pessoa que se fortalece a cada tombo levado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou aquela pessoa que levanta sozinha quando é derrubada por alguém&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou aquela pessoa que pode até ficar mal, mas sabe que no fim dará a volta por cima&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou aquela pessoa que chora ao entrar em desespero e ri da situação quando tudo fica bem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aline Machado 25/06/11&lt;/i&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/8335584792264479581-5026006057465229312?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/5026006057465229312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/aquela-pessoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/5026006057465229312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/5026006057465229312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/aquela-pessoa.html' title='Aquela pessoa.'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-1604257088849484317</id><published>2011-06-25T13:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T01:30:01.678-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Papel, caneta e pensamentos.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &lt;style&gt;st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E de repente um estalo mental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do nada as palavras começam a surgir, não sei como e nem por onde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Palavras são expulsas da minha mente, enchem a folha em branco, folhas e mais folhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Frases, versos e poemas vão se formando. Alguns com sentido, outros não dizem nada com nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;É assim, os pensamentos transbordam da mente, percorrem meu braço direito até chegar a minha mão e por fim ensopam as folhas do caderno.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ensopam todas as folhas que encontram pela frente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Em poucas horas folhas e mais folhas encharcadas com cada pensamento meu, com cada desejo, cada sentimento.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Em pouco tempo folhas e mais folhas estão completas com cada loucura pensada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Assim como as ondas engolem a areia da praia, meus devaneios engolem cada linha em branco.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Com uma sede insaciável de expor tudo que penso, com uma sede insaciável de mostrar tudo o que escrevo e para quem escrevo, porque escrevo e em quem penso quando o faço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;É assim que tudo começa, um pensamento leva a outro, que leva a outro e a outro, outro e outro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;E dali algumas horas, depois de matar minha sede de escrever e deixar meus pensamentos transbordarem, volto ao meu estado normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;E tudo volta ao normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;É como um surto de loucura, mas não preciso quebrar vasos e tudo que vejo pela frente, só preciso de papel, caneta e meus pensamentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Papel e caneta, essa é minha cura, essa é minha forma de extravasar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Esse é um dos meus momentos de loucura, no qual eu necessito escrever alguma coisa, que faça sentido ou não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Devaneios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Aline Machado 25/06/11&lt;/i&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/8335584792264479581-1604257088849484317?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/1604257088849484317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/papel-caneta-e-pensamentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/1604257088849484317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/1604257088849484317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/papel-caneta-e-pensamentos.html' title='Papel, caneta e pensamentos.'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-2604582793443588534</id><published>2011-06-24T00:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T00:43:06.249-03:00</updated><title type='text'>(Eu Sei) Você Esqueceu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y9jFSQbgGvY/TgQHawDLsWI/AAAAAAAAADg/V31oolm74z0/s1600/Tavares+dog.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y9jFSQbgGvY/TgQHawDLsWI/AAAAAAAAADg/V31oolm74z0/s400/Tavares+dog.JPG" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu sei, você esqueceu&lt;br /&gt;De lembrar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu sei, você esqueceu&lt;br /&gt;De tentar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  Eu sei, você esqueceu&lt;br /&gt;De voltar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  Eu sei, você esqueceu&lt;br /&gt;De lutar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  Eu sei, você esqueceu&lt;br /&gt;De ficar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  Eu sei, você esqueceu&lt;br /&gt;De sonhar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  Eu sei, você esqueceu&lt;br /&gt;Como amar, como amar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu sei, você esqueceu&lt;br /&gt;Veja o que aconteceu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Eu Sei) Você Esqueceu - Esteban Tavares&lt;/i&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/8335584792264479581-2604582793443588534?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/2604582793443588534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/eu-sei-voce-esqueceu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/2604582793443588534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/2604582793443588534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/eu-sei-voce-esqueceu.html' title='(Eu Sei) Você Esqueceu'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y9jFSQbgGvY/TgQHawDLsWI/AAAAAAAAADg/V31oolm74z0/s72-c/Tavares+dog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-2403141194778995234</id><published>2011-06-20T23:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T23:37:08.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O essencial é invisível aos olhos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;É tão difícil falar e dizer coisas que não podem ser ditas. &lt;br /&gt;É tão silencioso. Como traduzir o silêncio do encontro real entre nós dois? &lt;br /&gt;Dificílimo contar. Olhei pra você fixamente por instantes. Tais momentos são meu segredo.&lt;br /&gt;Houve o que se chama de comunhão perfeita. Eu chamo isto de estado agudo de felicidade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-2403141194778995234?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/2403141194778995234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-essencial-e-invisivel-aos-olhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/2403141194778995234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/2403141194778995234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-essencial-e-invisivel-aos-olhos.html' title='O essencial é invisível aos olhos.'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-5719733677165445058</id><published>2011-06-20T15:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T15:45:53.905-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A dor que dói mais.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(...) Saudade é não saber. Não saber o que fazer com os dias que ficaram mais  compridos, não saber como encontrar tarefas que lhe cessem o pensamento,  não saber como frear as lágrimas diante de uma música, não saber como  vencer a dor de um silêncio que nada preenche.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/i&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/8335584792264479581-5719733677165445058?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/5719733677165445058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/dor-que-doi-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/5719733677165445058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/5719733677165445058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/dor-que-doi-mais.html' title='A dor que dói mais.'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-2070654908753435923</id><published>2011-06-18T18:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T18:21:00.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um brinde.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oQUhSFeB0XA/Tf0WH11bgbI/AAAAAAAAADc/DBbhNdJslCM/s1600/tavas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oQUhSFeB0XA/Tf0WH11bgbI/AAAAAAAAADc/DBbhNdJslCM/s320/tavas.jpg" width="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"Um  brinde ao que deu certo, ao que não deu em nada. Um brinde ao caminho  incerto, à pessoa errada. Um brinde à tudo que acontece, um brinde ao  que nunca vai acontecer. Tudo que mudou, e a tudo que nunca vai mudar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esteban Tavares.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-2070654908753435923?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/2070654908753435923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-brinde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/2070654908753435923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/2070654908753435923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-brinde.html' title='Um brinde.'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oQUhSFeB0XA/Tf0WH11bgbI/AAAAAAAAADc/DBbhNdJslCM/s72-c/tavas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-7588604631506196085</id><published>2011-06-17T00:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T00:31:18.735-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Só Tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;Dos                  lábios que me beijaram, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;Dos                  braços que me abraçaram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;Já                  não me lembro, nem sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;São                  tantas as que me amaram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;São                  tantas as que eu amei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;Mas                  tu - que rude contraste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;Tu,                  que jamais me beijaste, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;Tu,                  que jamais abracei, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;Só                  tu, nesta alma, ficaste, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;De                  todas as que eu amei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Setúbal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-7588604631506196085?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/7588604631506196085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-tu_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/7588604631506196085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/7588604631506196085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-tu_17.html' title='Só Tu'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-8999997656376061378</id><published>2011-06-12T23:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T23:44:47.374-03:00</updated><title type='text'>dozedejunho</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje foi apenas um dia comum&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mais um dia comum&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que está acabando e cedendo espaço para outro dia comum&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É exatamente assim que funciona para quem está solteiro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-8999997656376061378?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/8999997656376061378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/dozedejunho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/8999997656376061378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/8999997656376061378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/dozedejunho.html' title='dozedejunho'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-1971473565724033605</id><published>2011-06-11T22:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T22:12:53.369-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Junho.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Sinta esse clima, é junho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;O amor está no ar &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nos comerciais, nas lojas, nas decorações, está em todo lugar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;É o mês do namorados, eternamente enamorados&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tudo me lembra você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tudo me faz pensar em você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tudo me faz querer você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aline Machado 11/06/11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-1971473565724033605?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/1971473565724033605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/junho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/1971473565724033605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/1971473565724033605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/junho.html' title='Junho.'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-7891554664871457886</id><published>2011-06-11T22:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T22:05:06.598-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenho pensamentos fluindo e um coração batendo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por amor, saudade, vontade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aline Machado 11/06/11&lt;/i&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/8335584792264479581-7891554664871457886?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/7891554664871457886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/tenho-pensamentos-fluindo-e-um-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/7891554664871457886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/7891554664871457886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/tenho-pensamentos-fluindo-e-um-coracao.html' title=''/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-1867623691636380185</id><published>2011-06-09T00:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T00:35:28.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;As pessoas do lado de fora me perguntam porque eu ainda não desisti. E eu pergunto a elas: você desistiria do que te faz feliz?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Autor Desconhecido (&lt;strike&gt;por mim&lt;/strike&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E você, desistiria do que te faz feliz?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-1867623691636380185?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/1867623691636380185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/as-pessoas-do-lado-de-fora-me-perguntam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/1867623691636380185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/1867623691636380185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/as-pessoas-do-lado-de-fora-me-perguntam.html' title=''/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-8005807136641902079</id><published>2011-06-05T02:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T02:50:04.929-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No Papel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No papel, textos inacabados&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poemas incompletos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Frases sem sentido&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No papel, sua vida contada nas entrelinhas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E seu amor escondido entre as linhas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No papel, a única forma encontrada para desafogar seus pensamentos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Revelar seus sentimentos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Manter sua memória viva&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No papel, apenas no papel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aline Machado 05/06/11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-8005807136641902079?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/8005807136641902079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-papel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/8005807136641902079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/8005807136641902079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-papel.html' title='No Papel'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-8070680475473401336</id><published>2011-06-05T02:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T02:50:55.199-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os papéis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em cima da cama, papéis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Espalhados por toda a parte&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poemas, textos, cartas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todos escritos por ela&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todos escritos para uma única pessoa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alguém que hoje habita seu passado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas que se dependesse dela, seria presente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seria futuro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seria eterno &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se dependesse apenas dela&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deixaria todo o passado no passado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aline Machado 05/06/11&lt;/i&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/8335584792264479581-8070680475473401336?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/8070680475473401336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/papeis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/8070680475473401336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/8070680475473401336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/papeis.html' title='Os papéis'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-4288170369693059096</id><published>2011-06-04T00:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T02:52:31.484-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenho sonhado contigo frequentemente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E isso não é uma reclamação&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas, não está na hora de sair dos meus sonhos?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não está na hora de voltar a fazer parte da minha realidade?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Até quando esses sonhos serão apenas sonhos? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aline Machado 03/06/11&lt;/i&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/8335584792264479581-4288170369693059096?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/4288170369693059096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/tenho-sonhado-contigo-frequentemente-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/4288170369693059096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/4288170369693059096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/tenho-sonhado-contigo-frequentemente-e.html' title='Apenas Sonhos'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-8820696470997720217</id><published>2011-06-01T00:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T00:57:15.664-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A falta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Sinto falta do seu abraço&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto falta do seu toque&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto falta do seu beijo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto falta do seu cheiro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto falta do seu carinho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto falta do som da sua risada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto falta de passar minhas tardes de sábado e domingo ao seu lado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto falta de ouvir sua voz ao telefone me chamando de amor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto falta de fugir pra te ver&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto falta de te fazer companhia até seu ônibus chegar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto falta de olhar nos seus olhos e repetir incansavelmente o quanto &lt;b&gt;TE AMO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto falta dos nossos momentos de loucura&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto falta de deitar no seu colo e ficar admirando você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto falta das suas provocações&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto falta da sua respiração ofegante&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto falta de me encaixar nos seus braços&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto falta de ouvir as batidas aceleradas do seu coração&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto falta de arrepiar ao sentir suas mãos deslizando pelas minhas costas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinto falta de você e de tudo que vivemos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você não faz idéia da falta que me faz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você não faz idéia de como sinto a sua falta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-8820696470997720217?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/8820696470997720217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/falta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/8820696470997720217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/8820696470997720217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/06/falta.html' title='A falta.'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-1942354429135807482</id><published>2011-05-31T21:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T00:01:27.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Volta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Um recomeço&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma nova chance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não tenha dúvidas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se você me pedisse para voltar eu não pensaria duas vezes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você sabe que eu nunca parti&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu sei que nunca te esqueci&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma nova chance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;O recomeço de um novo começo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me pede para voltar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me aceita de volta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ou então volta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Volta para a minha vida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Volta a me fazer feliz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E deixa que eu te faça feliz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Então volta, quantas vezes julgar necessário&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas volta&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E mata o que está me matando&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aline Machado 31/05/11&lt;/i&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/8335584792264479581-1942354429135807482?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-3602726090363628208</id><published>2011-05-30T16:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T14:39:12.914-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Que eu não me arrependa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E ao olhar para trás, que eu não me arrependa de nada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De nada que eu falei&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;De nada que eu deixei de falar &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De nada que eu fiz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De nada que eu deixei de fazer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aline Machado 30/05/11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-3602726090363628208?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/3602726090363628208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/05/que-eu-nao-me-arrependa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/3602726090363628208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/3602726090363628208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/05/que-eu-nao-me-arrependa.html' title='Que eu não me arrependa'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-3537078834779718731</id><published>2011-05-30T01:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T01:30:06.342-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E se?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5FyhiDTNSw/TeMc1Rqo5gI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZUj-dgXS3wY/s1600/e-see.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="82" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5FyhiDTNSw/TeMc1Rqo5gI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZUj-dgXS3wY/s200/e-see.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cada um conhece a Aline que merece? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas e se as pessoas conheceram a Aline errada?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E se eu precisar de uma nova chance para mudar o conceito das pessoas ao meu respeito?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E se eu quiser consertar meus erros?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E se eu quiser reaproximar as pessoas que eu mesma afastei com meus atos?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E se?&lt;span id="goog_435873725"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_435873726"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aline Machado 30/05/11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-3537078834779718731?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/3537078834779718731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/3537078834779718731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/3537078834779718731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-se.html' title='E se?'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5FyhiDTNSw/TeMc1Rqo5gI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZUj-dgXS3wY/s72-c/e-see.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-4156168802782249064</id><published>2011-05-27T01:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T01:30:25.262-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vivera uma história que fora interrompida &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela sonhava com a reconciliação e o final feliz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Provavelmente com o seu final feliz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aline Machado 23/05/11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-4156168802782249064?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/4156168802782249064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/05/final-feliz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/4156168802782249064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/4156168802782249064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/05/final-feliz.html' title='Final Feliz'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-1228033347936613013</id><published>2011-05-23T14:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T14:48:32.626-03:00</updated><title type='text'>P.O.P.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pare e olhe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pare e pense.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pare e sinta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Olhe ao seu redor,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As coisas continuam iguais?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pense em seus sonhos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quais deles conseguiu realizar?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinta a sua respiração,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ela fica ofegante sempre que encontra aquela pessoa?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pare,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Olhe,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pense,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aline Machado 23/05/11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-1228033347936613013?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/1228033347936613013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/05/pare-olhe-pense-e-sinta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/1228033347936613013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/1228033347936613013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/05/pare-olhe-pense-e-sinta.html' title='P.O.P.S'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-481499302785098867</id><published>2011-05-18T21:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:19:03.435-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FM6O5rc49YM/TdRhvrQZdPI/AAAAAAAAADU/bLexPequ92o/s1600/saudade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FM6O5rc49YM/TdRhvrQZdPI/AAAAAAAAADU/bLexPequ92o/s320/saudade.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sinto saudades de quem não me despedi direito, das coisas que deixei  passar, de quem não tive mas quis muito ter."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/i&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/8335584792264479581-481499302785098867?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FM6O5rc49YM/TdRhvrQZdPI/AAAAAAAAADU/bLexPequ92o/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-1055176848350155375</id><published>2011-05-13T15:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T15:35:29.684-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UDIsbaFXGG0/Tc148gmOWuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IlzPM8o--dU/s1600/sonho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UDIsbaFXGG0/Tc148gmOWuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IlzPM8o--dU/s200/sonho.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dentro dos meus sonhos você é a personagem principal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aline Machado 12/05/11&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-1055176848350155375?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/1055176848350155375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/05/dentro-dos-meus-sonhos-voce-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/1055176848350155375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/1055176848350155375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2011/05/dentro-dos-meus-sonhos-voce-e.html' title='Sonho.'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UDIsbaFXGG0/Tc148gmOWuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IlzPM8o--dU/s72-c/sonho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-916571381261552401</id><published>2010-12-31T13:51:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T23:07:29.128-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu último texto de 2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OODtnKb21GE/TR37_i4LpWI/AAAAAAAAACo/hrTA4i42fE0/s1600/adeus+2010+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OODtnKb21GE/TR37_i4LpWI/AAAAAAAAACo/hrTA4i42fE0/s320/adeus+2010+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adeus ANO VELHO, FELIZ ANO NOVO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Essa é a famosa músiquinha que muitas pessoas cantam no decorrer das últimas horas do ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enfim  o último dia do ano é dominado pelas promessas, que com o tempo se  perdem e não são cumpridas, seja lá por qual motivo for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não posso me esquecer da clássica frase, que já virou clichê: "ano novo, vida nova".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muito tempo ninguém leva essa frase a sério. Então porque repeti-la tantas vezes nos últimos três dias do ano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De que adianta falar, acreditar que tudo vai mudar e continuar cometendo os mesmos erros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:HyphenationZone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;   &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;   &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;    &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;    &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt;    &lt;w:UseAsianBreakRules/&gt;    &lt;w:DontGrowAutofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BrowserLevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt; /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A verdade é que as pessoas têm medo de tudo que é "novo" e tudo que pode mudar suas vidas já programadas, por isso nunca se arriscam. Preferem cometer os mesmos erros a aceitar o "novo" em suas vidas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Entenda que se você não está disposto (a) a mudar, falar essa frase ou fizer promessas será totalmente inútil. Nenhuma promessa se tornará realidade se você também não fizer sua parte e mudar seus atos. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apenas no dicionário sucesso vem antes de trabalho.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Antes de libertar sua irá e criticar Deus por algo que você queria e não conseguiu, agradeça a Ele por tudo aquilo que você conseguiu conquistar. Talvez o que você desejava não foi conquistado esse ano. Mas acredite, tudo acontece no exato momento em que deve acontecer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tire meia hora do seu dia hoje e reflita sobre tudo que aconteceu contigo no decorrer de 2010, separe as coisas boas das coisas ruins e trace objetivos. Faça retrospectivas, reviva momentos, mas abra seu coração e faça 2011 valer à pena. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se quiser que o ANO NOVO seja realmente novo, comece as mudanças dentro de você. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não cometa os mesmos erros, aceite o novo e só assim você terá um FELIZ ANO NOVO.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obrigada a todos que de alguma forma fizeram parte da minha vida em 2010.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;FELIZ ANO NOVO, QUE SUAS ENERGIAS E ESPERANÇAS SEJAM RENOVADAS EM 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aline Machado - 31/12/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-916571381261552401?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/916571381261552401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2010/12/meu-ultimo-texto-de-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/916571381261552401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/916571381261552401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2010/12/meu-ultimo-texto-de-2010.html' title='Meu último texto de 2010.'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OODtnKb21GE/TR37_i4LpWI/AAAAAAAAACo/hrTA4i42fE0/s72-c/adeus+2010+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-2702740250404346399</id><published>2010-11-27T18:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T18:35:29.476-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Há Exatamente Um Ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje resolvi relembrar o que aconteceu nesse mesmo dia, um ano atrás. A conversa abaixo é verídica.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;27/11/2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Vamos dar uma volta?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Aonde?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Quero te levar à um lugar, vem comigo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Sim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Nossa, nunca vim aqui.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Costumo vir aqui para pensar, colocar minhas idéias no lugar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Mas você vem sozinha?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, ninguém sabe que venho aqui e eu também nunca quis trazer alguém aqui... isso até você aparecer na minha vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Que lindo amor!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Já chorei muito aqui, pensei em muitas coisas, aqui é meu refúgio...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Por que nunca veio acompanhada?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Porque ninguém despertou essa vontade e hoje eu quero que esse lugar fique marcado para sempre na nossa memória.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Então eu sou a primeira?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Sim e será a única.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Você é linda!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Hum... tenho um pedido pra fazer, na verdade é uma pergunta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Que pergunta amor?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;* Não aguentei, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;chorei&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; enquanto escrevia no caderno e relembrava essa parte. *&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Continuando... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Pode falar amor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Tenho medo da sua resposta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Não precisa ter medo, pode perguntar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Hum... você quer...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- ... "você quer?" Continua amor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Você quer namorar comigo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Sim amor! Eu quero muito namorar com você!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Eu te amo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Eu te amo muito mais.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;* Ok, chorei de novo enquanto terminava de escrever isso. *&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cinco meses depois chegou ao fim e até hoje não tive coragem de voltar ao lugar que eu tanto ia quando estava mal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-2702740250404346399?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/2702740250404346399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2010/11/ha-exatamente-um-ano.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/2702740250404346399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/2702740250404346399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2010/11/ha-exatamente-um-ano.html' title='Há Exatamente Um Ano'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-7223489078808125169</id><published>2010-11-27T17:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T17:35:36.324-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiração, cadê você?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OODtnKb21GE/TPFdLv1uhNI/AAAAAAAAACg/c4Nto5o8B9I/s1600/sem+inspira%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OODtnKb21GE/TPFdLv1uhNI/AAAAAAAAACg/c4Nto5o8B9I/s320/sem+inspira%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inspiração dos meus sonhos...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inspiração? Aonde será que a minha foi parar?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Confesso, sumi do blog por estar com um sério problema.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Há um bom tempo não consigo escrever nada, NADINHA! Nem ao menos uma frase que preste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou completamente sem inspiração e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isso é tão frustrante, querer escrever mas não estar inspirada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É  estressante não conseguir pensar em algo interessante ou simplesmente pensar  em várias coisas interessantes e não conseguir passá-las pro papel ou algumas vezes esquecê-las. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Parece que do nada, todos os meus pensamentos resolveram evaporar da minha mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Idéias, apareçam... &lt;b&gt;AGORA&lt;/b&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inspiração, cadê você hein?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-7223489078808125169?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/7223489078808125169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2010/11/inspiracao-cade-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/7223489078808125169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/7223489078808125169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2010/11/inspiracao-cade-voce.html' title='Inspiração, cadê você?'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OODtnKb21GE/TPFdLv1uhNI/AAAAAAAAACg/c4Nto5o8B9I/s72-c/sem+inspira%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-1605403870723617335</id><published>2010-10-29T13:38:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T17:57:00.523-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando o Diálogo Não é Real.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OODtnKb21GE/TMrqFhb13xI/AAAAAAAAACc/ldhAAoD0hEA/s1600/sonhando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OODtnKb21GE/TMrqFhb13xI/AAAAAAAAACc/ldhAAoD0hEA/s320/sonhando.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Oi, - limitou-se a falar, não sabia como L. reagiria.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Oi. - respondeu L.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Tudo bem? - perguntou A., ainda receosa em puxar assunto.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Tudo sim e com você? - disse L.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Hum... melhor agora.- respondeu A.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Você está sumida, - disse L. - aconteceu alguma coisa? - perguntou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Não, - respondeu A. - só estava tentando organizar minhas idéias, nada demais. - explicou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Conseguiu organizar? - perguntou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Sim, consegui. - disse A. ensaiando um sorriso pelo interesse de L.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Posso te falar uma coisa? - L. perguntou timidamente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. ficou curiosa para saber o que L. teria para falar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Claro. - concordou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Eu sinto sua falta am... - L. pensou um pouco. - deixa pra lá, não quero confundir você. - disse, ainda pensativa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A. pediu carinhosamente para que L. continuasse. - continue, por favor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Bom... - disse L., tentando retomar seus pensamentos. - eu sinto falta do seu sorriso, do seu abraço, da sua risada. Sinto falta da forma carinhosa que me tratava, eu sinto sua falta. - respondeu L. com os olhos encharcados de lágrimas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por alguns segundos o lugar foi tomado pelo silêncio, até ser quebrado por A.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Por que tá me falando isso? - perguntou. A dúvida era visível em seu rosto.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Porque... - L. escolhia cuidadosamente as palavras quando foi questionada novamente por A.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Por que? - perguntou novamente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Porque eu te amo! - afirmou L. - Eu te amo muito!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;L. deixou as lágrimas escorrerem por seu rosto, enquanto A. estava completamente imóvel e sem reação. Não sabia o que passava na cabeça de A. naquele momento.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Ei... - disse L. - tudo bem? - perguntou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Sim. - respondeu A.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Tem certeza? - insistiu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Sim, tenho. - afirmou A.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Fala alguma coisa, por favor. - pediu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em um movimento involuntário A. puxou L. e lhe deu um abraço forte, seu corpo tremia e as palavras de L. ainda ecoavam em sua cabeça.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;O abraço foi interrompido por um barulho estranho e irritante. Alguém apertará a campainha e acordará A.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Um sonho? Tudo não passou de um sonho? - A. questionava-se inconformada. - foi real demais para ser apenas um sonho. - disse A. a si mesmo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Linee.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-1605403870723617335?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/1605403870723617335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2010/10/dialogando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/1605403870723617335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/1605403870723617335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2010/10/dialogando.html' title='Quando o Diálogo Não é Real.'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OODtnKb21GE/TMrqFhb13xI/AAAAAAAAACc/ldhAAoD0hEA/s72-c/sonhando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-8971393750737767086</id><published>2010-10-22T23:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:51:23.311-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada além de um desabafo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OODtnKb21GE/TMI_e4XroQI/AAAAAAAAACY/mm6Iugf7CJw/s1600/desabafo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OODtnKb21GE/TMI_e4XroQI/AAAAAAAAACY/mm6Iugf7CJw/s320/desabafo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em nossas conversas sempre ouvi calada todas as reclamações que tinha a fazer contra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi calada todas as acusações justas e até injustas sobre meus atos.&lt;br /&gt;Assumi a culpa pelos meus erros e também pelos seus erros.&lt;br /&gt;Desde que te conheci, sempre te coloquei em primeiro lugar, acima de todos que a minha volta se encontravam.&lt;br /&gt;Me esqueci de tudo que passei para me preocupar apenas com o que te fiz passar.&lt;br /&gt;Me  esqueci de quantas vezes você também me decepcionou. Esqueci do meu  amor próprio e passei por cima do meu orgulho, tudo pra tentar me  entender contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, percebo que todo meu esforço foi em vão.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, sou dominada pelo fantasma das decepções, do passado e do presente.&lt;br /&gt;A ferida não cicatrizou e a cada nova decepção fica maior.&lt;br /&gt;Saiba que nessa história toda você não foi a única a se machucar, nem foi a única a sair dela decepcionada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada além de palavras que deviam ter sido ditas no começo.&lt;br /&gt;Só me sinto culpada por deixar a situação chegar ao ponto que chegou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Linee 15/10/10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-8971393750737767086?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/8971393750737767086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2010/10/nada-alem-de-um-desabafo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/8971393750737767086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/8971393750737767086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2010/10/nada-alem-de-um-desabafo.html' title='Nada além de um desabafo.'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OODtnKb21GE/TMI_e4XroQI/AAAAAAAAACY/mm6Iugf7CJw/s72-c/desabafo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-6667928725532775014</id><published>2010-10-20T14:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T14:30:53.192-02:00</updated><title type='text'>É Você.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OODtnKb21GE/TL8XmPqErjI/AAAAAAAAACU/dH12JO300r8/s1600/CORACAO_NA_MAO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OODtnKb21GE/TL8XmPqErjI/AAAAAAAAACU/dH12JO300r8/s320/CORACAO_NA_MAO.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;É você,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A dona do sorriso perfeito,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A dona do abraço mais confortável,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A dona do beijo mais doce.&lt;br /&gt;É você,&lt;br /&gt;A dona dos meus pensamentos,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A dona dos meus sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;A dona dos meus melhores sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;É você,&lt;br /&gt;A dona da voz suave que me chama de amor,&lt;br /&gt;A dona do olhar meigo que me hipnotiza,&lt;br /&gt;A dona disso que bate no meu peito e todo mundo teima em chamar de coração.&lt;br /&gt;É você,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apenas você.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Line - 03/01/10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-6667928725532775014?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/6667928725532775014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-voce-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/6667928725532775014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/6667928725532775014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-voce-5.html' title='É Você.'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OODtnKb21GE/TL8XmPqErjI/AAAAAAAAACU/dH12JO300r8/s72-c/CORACAO_NA_MAO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-7620789382692500366</id><published>2010-10-17T12:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T14:31:01.799-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos Meus (Poucos) Amigos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OODtnKb21GE/TLsHS1-AvNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7dI0a81mUhs/s1600/kanji+amizade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OODtnKb21GE/TLsHS1-AvNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7dI0a81mUhs/s320/kanji+amizade.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E aos meus poucos amigos meu sincero agradecimento.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obrigada pela paciência,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pela força,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pela insistência.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obrigada pelo ombro amigo,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pelos conselhos,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pelos puxões de orelha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obrigada por me ouvir,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por agir,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me acudir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obrigada pelas noites passadas em claro,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por me acordar durante a madrugada.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pelas histórias,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aventuras.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obrigada pela confiança depositada sobre mim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obrigada por me fazer rir quando quero chorar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obrigada por secar minhas lágrimas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E guardar meus segredos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obrigada por me aguentar quando estou insuportável.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;À vocês, meus queridos amigos e amigas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meu sincero obrigada.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anjos da guarda que carinhosamente chamo de meus amigos,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meus verdadeiros amigos. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou fã incondicional de vocês, hoje e para sempre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Linee&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-7620789382692500366?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/7620789382692500366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2010/10/aos-meus-poucos-amigos.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/7620789382692500366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/7620789382692500366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2010/10/aos-meus-poucos-amigos.html' title='Aos Meus (Poucos) Amigos.'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OODtnKb21GE/TLsHS1-AvNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7dI0a81mUhs/s72-c/kanji+amizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-7886570632345100601</id><published>2010-10-16T11:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T14:31:12.162-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tente Me Entender.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1657829451"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1657829452"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OODtnKb21GE/TLmzW3rHl2I/AAAAAAAAACM/X01xS415aWA/s1600/entender.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OODtnKb21GE/TLmzW3rHl2I/AAAAAAAAACM/X01xS415aWA/s320/entender.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tente me entender.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tente entender meu olhares,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meus sorrisos,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minha timidez ao cruzar com seu olhar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tente entender minhas atitudes,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meus atos,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minha forma de agir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tente entender meu medo,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minha insegurança,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E meu ciúmes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tente entender minha cara emburrada ao perceber que outra pessoa te olha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tente entender minhas distrações,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minhas emoções,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minha devoção à você.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tente entender minhas provocações.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tente entender meus sentimentos,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meus pensamentos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tente entender a saudade que sinto.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tente entender a falta que seu beijo me faz,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A falta que seu abraço me faz,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A falta que sua risada me faz,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tente entender a falta que você, tanto me faz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apenas tente me entender.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Linee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-7886570632345100601?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/7886570632345100601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2010/10/tente-me-entender-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/7886570632345100601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/7886570632345100601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2010/10/tente-me-entender-2.html' title='Tente Me Entender.'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OODtnKb21GE/TLmzW3rHl2I/AAAAAAAAACM/X01xS415aWA/s72-c/entender.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-747769467667669028</id><published>2010-10-15T19:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T14:31:23.768-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Falando do Tal Amor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E quando me arrisco a falar de amor, percebo que nada sei a respeito.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Será que sou completamente leiga ou estou ultrapassada, quando o assunto é esse sentimento?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu até tento, mas não consigo entender pessoas que amam e desamam com tanta facilidade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Será que sou eu a ultrapassada nessa história?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Será que uma pessoa pode amar e deixar de amar tão rápido assim?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aonde foi parar aquela sensação ruim por ter terminado o namoro com a pessoa amada?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aonde foi parar a saudade de estar ao lado do seu amor?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aonde?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Será que a paixão está sendo confundida com o amor? Ou será que a paixão tomou o lugar do amor?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Afinal, o que é amor e o que é paixão?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem disse e prova que o amor é um mesmo um sentimento inexplicável?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porque falar de amor se tornou algo tão banal?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sim, banal! Pois qualquer pessoa se arrisca a falar, mas e sentir o tal do amor?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem se arrisca a sentir, dar a cara a tapa e sofrer as consequências?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Linee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Quem inventou o amor, me explica por favor." (Renato Russo)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-747769467667669028?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/747769467667669028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2010/10/falando-do-tal-amor-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/747769467667669028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/747769467667669028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2010/10/falando-do-tal-amor-1.html' title='Falando do Tal Amor.'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335584792264479581.post-68740398096156062</id><published>2010-10-15T17:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T18:01:29.516-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dispensando Apresentações.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem sou eu?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É a primeira pergunta que vemos em alguns sites, seja um site de relacionamentos ou no cadastro de um blog.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu sempre tenho o mesmo pensamento: "afinal de contas, quem sou eu?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nunca respondo. Não por não saber mas por não achar justo me definir, independente de me conhecer bem ou não.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem se define mente nas palavras e transparece algo que na maioria das vezes não é.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hipocrisia? Não acredito que seja hipocrisia, mas uma forma que as pessoas encontram de mascarar suas qualidades e defeitos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sou contra, mas no fim as pessoas sempre mostram seu verdadeiro lado, independente de quanto tempo leve.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É aí que surgem as decepções. Nos pintamos de uma forma pra conquistar as pessoas, seja um novo amigo ou um novo amor e quando descobrem como realmente somos ficam decepcionados.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não seria mais fácil ser transparente, não se definir e deixar as pessoas nos conhecerem aos poucos?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pense nisso antes de se auto definir, antes de defender suas qualidades e esconder seus defeitos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seja transparente e deixe as pessoas conhecerem você. No fim cada um vai tirar suas próprias conclusões.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beijos e até o próximo post.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Linee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8335584792264479581-68740398096156062?l=todaformadesentir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/feeds/68740398096156062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2010/10/dispensando-apresentacoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/68740398096156062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8335584792264479581/posts/default/68740398096156062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todaformadesentir.blogspot.com/2010/10/dispensando-apresentacoes.html' title='Dispensando Apresentações.'/><author><name>Linee.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02826389147210722990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFsV3n90yI8/TbivaWIXt1I/AAAAAAAAACw/YjEDwTeLLQ8/s220/lisne%2Brisada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
