<?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-475274525427948770</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:49:55.587-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo da Lua</title><subtitle type='html'>estounomeumundodalua.Blogspot.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.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-475274525427948770.post-6078163073277540212</id><published>2011-05-23T02:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T02:09:01.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu já sabia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Se você escolher partir, não poderei fazer nada. E as minhas lágrimas, logo vão se esconder de novo. "Tudo bem" eu já sabia mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Afinal eu sempre soube que o amor não dura, talvez não pra mim. Eu sempre soube que meu orgulho sempre seria mais forte que tudo, e eu não me deixaria abater tão facil. Eu sempre soube que você não permaneceria por muito mais tempo, que não seria suficiente tudo o que eu posso te dar, sempre soube. Sempre soube que estar ao seu lado não bastaria e que a distancia facilitaria a chegada do fim, sempre soube também que o tempo é o melhor amigo para a desilusão, talvez isso me confortasse. Mas eu sabia também que o tempo te leveria pra bem longe. Eu sempre soube que palavras nunca dizem a verdade e que as atitudes sim, são provas concretas. Mas eu sempre soube acima de tudo, que tinha esperanças de estar enganado quanto a tudo isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hLXHZ-D79NA/TdnrIpmXDjI/AAAAAAAAAWI/p4ErX6UfAqU/s1600/imagem2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hLXHZ-D79NA/TdnrIpmXDjI/AAAAAAAAAWI/p4ErX6UfAqU/s1600/imagem2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-6078163073277540212?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6078163073277540212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-ja-sabia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/6078163073277540212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/6078163073277540212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-ja-sabia.html' title='Eu já sabia'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hLXHZ-D79NA/TdnrIpmXDjI/AAAAAAAAAWI/p4ErX6UfAqU/s72-c/imagem2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-285641965570913149</id><published>2011-04-30T02:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T02:18:47.079-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coração vs Cerebro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UtWAX9KyWKs/TbubZ65Ub4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/RrjxXkvvoK4/s1600/cerebro-vs-coracao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UtWAX9KyWKs/TbubZ65Ub4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/RrjxXkvvoK4/s320/cerebro-vs-coracao.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi. Meu nome é coração. Minha função é te manter vivo, não deixar desistir de seus sonhos, é amar, sofrer e chorar com você. Eu sou seu companheiro, eu vou te amar mais que tudo, e vou querer sempre teu bem. Eu vou vencer qualquer distância, argumento ou ódio que existir no caminho entre você e ela. Eu vou vencer qualquer um por você…Porque eu te amo, e não quero te ver sofrer…Mais um dia você vai aprender a me amar…Daí não vamos mais precisar vencer ninguém, porque teu amor vai estar dentro de você. Isso vai se chamar amor próprio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Olá. Eu sou o cérebro. Eu sou inimigo de teus sentimentos, e nunca vou ajudar eles. Eu vou ser contra todos, e vou te convencer que minha opnião vale mais a pena. Eu vou fazer você pensar em trezentas possibilidades, quando for uma coisa boba. Vou incentivar teu ciúmes, vou colocar um monte de coisas na sua cabeça, e fazer você desacreditar que existe amor. Eu vou colocar barreiras, saudade, dor, sofrimento e ódio em teu caminho. Mais é tudo para o seu bem. Tendes aprender que amor é um em um milhão. Convenhamos, nunca vamos achar nosso amor verdadeiro. Mais estou aqui quando precisar de uma opnião inteligente, alias, eu sempre vou estar atormentando seus pensamentos, até quando tu não quiseres.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #999999;"&gt;(invisibleprince)&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/475274525427948770-285641965570913149?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/285641965570913149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2011/04/meu-nome-e-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/285641965570913149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/285641965570913149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2011/04/meu-nome-e-coracao.html' title='Coração vs Cerebro.'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UtWAX9KyWKs/TbubZ65Ub4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/RrjxXkvvoK4/s72-c/cerebro-vs-coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-5123547679986042650</id><published>2011-04-16T01:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T03:25:19.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quantas vezes ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Quantas vezes você sorriu, quando sua maior vontade era chorar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Quantas vezes você odiou, quando sua maior vontade era amar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Quantas vezes você fugiu, quando sua maior vontade era ficar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Quantas vezes você recusou, quando sua maior vontade era aceitar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Quantas vezes você escondeu, quando sua maior vontade era mostrar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Quantas vezes você bateu, quando sua maior vontade era beijar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Quantas vezes você mentiu, quando sua maior vontade era contar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Quantas vezes você calou, quando sua maior vontade era gritar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Quantas vezes você errou, quando sua maior vontade era acertar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Quantas vezes você perdeu, quando sua maior vontade era ganhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Quantas vezes você continuou, quando sua maior vontade era voltar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Quantas vezes morreu, quando sua maior vontade era matar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Quantas vezes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0QTsQ2e3U8M/TakfQK4VKeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/MC1L5dpxZNo/s1600/imagem2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0QTsQ2e3U8M/TakfQK4VKeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/MC1L5dpxZNo/s1600/imagem2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-5123547679986042650?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5123547679986042650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2011/04/quantas-vezes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/5123547679986042650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/5123547679986042650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2011/04/quantas-vezes.html' title='Quantas vezes ?'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0QTsQ2e3U8M/TakfQK4VKeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/MC1L5dpxZNo/s72-c/imagem2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-5746834551437982421</id><published>2011-03-17T03:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T03:15:23.014-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I stay or should I go ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NrAU_PbVin8/TYGmakhPHYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/baY_jdGSp9c/s1600/2343053244_a266027084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NrAU_PbVin8/TYGmakhPHYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/baY_jdGSp9c/s320/2343053244_a266027084.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E quando você pensar em desistir, pense que você pode continuar.&lt;br /&gt;Quando você achar que não tem mais saída, lembre-se que a vida tem horizontes e não é feita de círculos, sempre haverá uma saída.&lt;br /&gt;Se você pensar que a vida é dura demais, pense nas pessoas cegas, que não tem o dom da visão, mas que vêem o mundo com amor e gratidão.&lt;br /&gt;E quando você pensar novamente em sumir, lembre-se que você está no coração de muitas pessoas e conseqüentemente levaria uma parte dele contigo.&lt;br /&gt;E quando o mundo parecer sem sentido, olhe para o céu, para o mar e respire, veja o que o mundo te oferece de mais perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;Se por alguma hipótese nada lhe convencer de que sua existência é valiosa, pergunte a qualquer pessoa na rua, ela não mentirá.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se nada nem ninguém lhe convencer a ficar, a permanecer, acredite, você já morreu muito antes de pensar em partir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qXYQ7sRR89w/TYGlM4EZM5I/AAAAAAAAAV4/jTfstAkpkWI/s1600/imagem2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qXYQ7sRR89w/TYGlM4EZM5I/AAAAAAAAAV4/jTfstAkpkWI/s1600/imagem2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-5746834551437982421?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5746834551437982421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2011/03/should-i-stay-or-should-i-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/5746834551437982421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/5746834551437982421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2011/03/should-i-stay-or-should-i-go.html' title='Should I stay or should I go ?'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NrAU_PbVin8/TYGmakhPHYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/baY_jdGSp9c/s72-c/2343053244_a266027084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-882826606039379078</id><published>2011-01-18T02:55:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T03:19:45.164-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Selo de qualidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TTUdDe_1YBI/AAAAAAAAAVw/g0gglWg7sQ4/s1600/selodequalidade.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TTUdDe_1YBI/AAAAAAAAAVw/g0gglWg7sQ4/s320/selodequalidade.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;E aí galera, tudo bem ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Eu ganhei um selo de qualidade da Ray, do blog "A-Luna", o selo é do Projeto Creativité. Adorei o selo, de verdade, fiquei feliz. Obrigado Ray !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;O &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;primeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; passo, é indicar 15 blogs. Pois bem, aí vão os meus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://searasdeversos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Searas de Versos &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ras-cunhos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ras-Cunhos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1000conversas.blogspot.com/"&gt;1000CONVERSAS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blognapontadolapis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Na ponta do Lápis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://palavras-ao-vento-blog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Palavras ao Vento&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://comopenagrama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Com o pé na grama &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeofmyfeelings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life of my feelings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rafaellawalker.blogspot.com/"&gt;Burned With Desire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://erraresonhar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Errar e sonhar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://autossabotadora.blogspot.com/"&gt;autossbotadora&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucaswyk.blogspot.com/"&gt;Idas e Vindas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://todomundojafalou.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lugares comuns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://intoxicatedinyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;Intoxicado em você&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ruyfbarros.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ruy Barros Blogando&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://umdiaeuvoutervoce.blogspot.com/"&gt;Um dia eu vou ter você&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;O &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; é avisar os blogueiros escolhidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terceiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; é responder um questionário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9 coisas sobre mim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nome: Kelvin Rodrigo Bergamini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Música: The only exception - Paramore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Humor: Alegre / Palhaço / Bipolar.&lt;br /&gt;Uma cor: Verde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Uma estação: Outono&lt;br /&gt;Como prefere viajar: Com amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Um seriado: Prison Break&lt;br /&gt;Frase ou palavra mais dita por você: Eu quero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;O que achou do selo: Gostei, achei legal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;E é isso aí.&lt;b&gt; Obrigado&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-882826606039379078?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/882826606039379078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2011/01/selo-de-qualidade.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/882826606039379078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/882826606039379078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2011/01/selo-de-qualidade.html' title='Selo de qualidade'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TTUdDe_1YBI/AAAAAAAAAVw/g0gglWg7sQ4/s72-c/selodequalidade.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-9041110867118618523</id><published>2011-01-11T01:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T01:18:14.844-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nós dois</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TSvLLntMbhI/AAAAAAAAAVs/4wA9dCikkS0/s1600/Apaixonados.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TSvLLntMbhI/AAAAAAAAAVs/4wA9dCikkS0/s320/Apaixonados.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Queria ter lhe conhecido antes&lt;br /&gt;Muito antes...&lt;br /&gt;Para que nenhum de nós dois tivesse&lt;br /&gt;Medos ou cicatrizes...&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter estado com você&lt;br /&gt;Quando seu coração descobriu&lt;br /&gt;O que era amor&lt;br /&gt;Quando seu corpo descobriu&lt;br /&gt;O que era desejo&lt;br /&gt;E antes que pudesse sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Eu estaria do seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Amando-lhe&lt;br /&gt;Entregando-me&lt;br /&gt;E juntos poder ter aprendido&lt;br /&gt;As lições da vida e do coração...&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter lhe conhecido muito antes&lt;br /&gt;Quando suas esperanças&lt;br /&gt;Começaram a nascer...&lt;br /&gt;Quando seus sonhos ainda eram puros&lt;br /&gt;E seus ideais ainda ingênuos...&lt;br /&gt;Pena termos nos encontrado só agora&lt;br /&gt;Já com o coração viciado&lt;br /&gt;Em outros amores&lt;br /&gt;Com uma imagem meio falsa&lt;br /&gt;Do que é felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Do que é entregar-se...&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter lhe encontrado antes&lt;br /&gt;Muito antes&lt;br /&gt;Numa nova vida&lt;br /&gt;Num outro tempo&lt;br /&gt;Em que não precisássemos&lt;br /&gt;Temer o nosso futuro&lt;br /&gt;Nem nossos sentimentos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ah! como eu queria!&lt;br /&gt;Mas, não foi assim, te conheci agora...&lt;br /&gt;na hora certa?, no momento certo?...&lt;br /&gt;eu não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que te encontrei agora e,&lt;br /&gt;na sua vida, se você quiser, para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;eu ficarei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Vilma Galvão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&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/475274525427948770-9041110867118618523?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/9041110867118618523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2011/01/nos-dois.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/9041110867118618523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/9041110867118618523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2011/01/nos-dois.html' title='Nós dois'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TSvLLntMbhI/AAAAAAAAAVs/4wA9dCikkS0/s72-c/Apaixonados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-2252078792538891678</id><published>2011-01-05T23:29:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T23:44:00.093-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Você já ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TSUdPm-6QII/AAAAAAAAAVY/0V4OMt4Wxow/s1600/sorriso1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TSUdPm-6QII/AAAAAAAAAVY/0V4OMt4Wxow/s320/sorriso1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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; 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Você já olhou uma foto e pensou como seria se aquela pessoa estivesse ali?&amp;nbsp; Você já leu históricos de MSN e lembrou como se fosse no momento? Você já fez planos antes de dormir? Você já virou de ponta cabeça quando acordou só pra se lembrar de um sonho? Você já abriu a geladeira só porque estava ansioso? Você já comeu chocolate só pra não chorar? Você já ouviu uma musica e lembrou-se de alguém? Você já olho no celular achando que era aquela pessoa e era sua mãe?&amp;nbsp; Você já dormiu pro dia passar mais rápido? Você já se iludiu? Você já se decepcionou com alguém? Você já sonhou ser um pop star enquanto tomava banho? Você já quebrou um copo, pois estava com raiva? Você já cantou em frente ao ventilador? Você já se arrependeu por não ter feito o que queria quando queria? Você já mentiu? Você já amou? Você já sentiu a dor de perder alguém importante em sua vida? Você já jurou nunca mais se apaixonar só porque teve uma desilusão? Você já disse que era feio só pra ouvir que era bonito? Você já quis tocar as estrelas? Você já quis ter outro nome? Você já teve medo do escuro?&amp;nbsp; Você já contou até 10 pra não perder a cabeça? Você já riu quando queria chorar? Você já disse que estava bem, quando na verdade estava péssimo? Você já ligou pra alguém só pra ouvir a voz da pessoa? Você já se abraçou imaginando outro alguém te abraçando? Você já tentou voltar a um sonho? Você já beijou sua mão? Você já tentou ser mais feliz só pra fazer alguém chorar? Você já tentou voar batendo os braços? Você já se machucou e não chorou só pra parecer mais forte? Você já ganhou na rifa? Você já caiu de bicicleta? Você já pensou na morte? Você já deu risada quando não deveria? Você já teve insônia, pois assistiu a um filme de terror?&amp;nbsp; Você já sentiu saudades olhando pra uma foto? Você já comparou a letra de uma música com a sua vida? Você já fez alguém feliz? Você já disse "oi" quando na verdade queria dizer "eu te amo”? Você já fez alguém chorar? Você já imaginou o final de um filme antes mesmo dele começar? Você já parou pra pensar na vida? Você já parou e agradeceu por tudo que tem? Você já quis ser feliz para sempre? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Eu já!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TSUeNWyF3SI/AAAAAAAAAVc/5t0PJ6GD_GQ/s1600/imagem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TSUeNWyF3SI/AAAAAAAAAVc/5t0PJ6GD_GQ/s1600/imagem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-2252078792538891678?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/2252078792538891678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2011/01/voce-ja.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/2252078792538891678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/2252078792538891678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2011/01/voce-ja.html' title='Você já ?'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TSUdPm-6QII/AAAAAAAAAVY/0V4OMt4Wxow/s72-c/sorriso1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-919595072714619731</id><published>2010-10-13T03:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T03:46:06.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a montanha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TLVTapCBQUI/AAAAAAAAAVE/_uwIgYnEh3Q/s1600/743001_40152288.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TLVTapCBQUI/AAAAAAAAAVE/_uwIgYnEh3Q/s320/743001_40152288.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Preciso me apoiar para subir a montanha, preciso subir a montanha pra te ver do tamanho de uma formiga, tão pequena e tão insignificante. Preciso subir a montanha pra ver que sou capaz, que sou forte, que sou mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Eu vou subir a montanha, sem medo de cair, sem medo de cansar, sem medo de desistir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A montanha é alta, é perigosa, mas eu vou subi-lá mesmo correndo riscos. Mesmo sem toda a força necessária. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Eu vou subir pra gritar lá de cima: eu consegui! Eu vou subir pra você ver o quão mais alto eu posso chegar e o quão menor você pode ficar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Eu vou subir a montanha agora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TLVTo0FqLZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Mdk0Labsdzk/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TLVTo0FqLZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Mdk0Labsdzk/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-919595072714619731?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/919595072714619731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/10/climb.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/919595072714619731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/919595072714619731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/10/climb.html' title='a montanha'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TLVTapCBQUI/AAAAAAAAAVE/_uwIgYnEh3Q/s72-c/743001_40152288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-1971904845242618768</id><published>2010-08-25T02:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T02:31:20.267-03:00</updated><title type='text'>what's it ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/THSpbTeHMjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/M74PtEg7zDM/s1600/tempo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/THSpbTeHMjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/M74PtEg7zDM/s320/tempo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Eu mudo, eu renovo, eu construo, eu destruo, eu levo, eu trago, eu pego, eu devolvo, eu curo, eu salvo, eu cicatrizo, eu machuco, eu deixo, eu acalmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Deixar a saudade agir, é meu forte. Apagar memórias, é minha sina. Curar cicatrizes, é meu dom. Deixar viver, é meu instinto. Fazer morrer, é meu dever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Meu nome é tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/THSpiTmv9ZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/8KZDM_ue1Gc/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/THSpiTmv9ZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/8KZDM_ue1Gc/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-1971904845242618768?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1971904845242618768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/08/whats-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/1971904845242618768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/1971904845242618768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/08/whats-it.html' title='what&apos;s it ?'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/THSpbTeHMjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/M74PtEg7zDM/s72-c/tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-270686700972894317</id><published>2010-08-23T02:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T02:32:25.829-03:00</updated><title type='text'>fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CKelvin%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}p	{mso-margin-top-alt:auto;	margin-right:0cm;	mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;	margin-left:0cm;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;	mso-header-margin:36.0pt;	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/THIGIIkpWgI/AAAAAAAAAUk/5yK0VE3bk5w/s1600/corda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/THIGIIkpWgI/AAAAAAAAAUk/5yK0VE3bk5w/s320/corda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Às vezes o medo me impede de agir. Às vezes o meu medo me atrapalha, me deixa estático, me deixa sem reação. Meu medo me faz perder o controle, me faz pensar coisas absurdas, me faz fazer coisas que eu jamais faria. Meu medo é uma metamorfose ambulante. Meu medo é simples e complexo ao mesmo tempo. Ele pode ser definido em duas palavras: &lt;i&gt;te perder&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Meu medo é uma grande corda pendurada no alto de um penhasco. Essa corda sustenta todo meu amor, todo meu desejo, todo meu respeito, toda minha sinceridade, todo meu carinho, toda minha vida, essa corda sustenta você. E quando eu te vejo lá, bem lá de cima do penhasco, eu tenho medo. Eu tenho medo que a corda se arrebente ou que talvez eu não tenha força pra segurá-la. Mas enquanto eu tiver o seu amor, eu terei todas as forças do mundo e meu medo agora será uma pequena faísca de fogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/THIEoPYaFZI/AAAAAAAAAUc/j1q_MD33Ce4/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/THIEoPYaFZI/AAAAAAAAAUc/j1q_MD33Ce4/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-270686700972894317?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/270686700972894317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/08/meu-medo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/270686700972894317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/270686700972894317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/08/meu-medo.html' title='fear'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/THIGIIkpWgI/AAAAAAAAAUk/5yK0VE3bk5w/s72-c/corda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-2873990771019343011</id><published>2010-06-02T02:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T02:58:42.384-03:00</updated><title type='text'>quatro passos</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CKelvin%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="PersonName" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}p	{mso-margin-top-alt:auto;	margin-right:0cm;	mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;	margin-left:0cm;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;	mso-header-margin:36.0pt;	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TAXyDtKM_xI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Fep2a-iduu0/s1600/tocaroceu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TAXyDtKM_xI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Fep2a-iduu0/s320/tocaroceu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Pare pra refletir no que você é, e pare pra refletir no que você quer ser. Pare pra refletir no que você tem, e pare pra refletir no que você quer ter. Olhe aonde você está e reflita aonde você quer chegar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sonhe, mas sonhe muito! Sonhe acordado, ou sonhe dormindo. Sonhe sozinho, ou compartilhe seus sonhos. Sonhe em ser alguém, ou sonhe em ter alguém. Sonhe em ser feliz, ou sonhe em fazer alguém feliz. Sonhe com uma vida melhor, ou sonhe com um mundo melhor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sonhe, e acima de tudo, acredite. Mas acredite muito! Acredite que você pode vencer, acredite que você não está sozinho e nunca estará. Acredite em sua família, em seus amigos e acredite acima de tudo, &lt;st1:personname productid="em você. Tenha" w:st="on"&gt;em você. Tenha&lt;/st1:personname&gt; fé e faça do seu medo a sua coragem. Faça de sua fraqueza a sua força, e faça da sua derrota a sua vitória.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Tente ser alguém melhor, tente fazer alguém melhor, tente novas oportunidades, novos caminhos, novas descobertas. Tentar não custa nada e vale muito.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Esses são os quatro passos essenciais para sua vida. Refletir, Sonhar, Acreditar e Tentar. Só não se esqueça de ser paciente! Dê tempo ao tempo, afinal você esperou nove meses para vir ao mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TAXyMl76q9I/AAAAAAAAAUE/_o1HPElmhP4/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TAXyMl76q9I/AAAAAAAAAUE/_o1HPElmhP4/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-2873990771019343011?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/2873990771019343011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/06/quatro-passos.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/2873990771019343011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/2873990771019343011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/06/quatro-passos.html' title='quatro passos'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TAXyDtKM_xI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Fep2a-iduu0/s72-c/tocaroceu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-6445378689383336907</id><published>2010-05-31T02:42:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T03:21:14.755-02:00</updated><title type='text'>fifteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TANMBuQAEuI/AAAAAAAAATs/hLuK_iElFtw/s1600/o_tempo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TANMBuQAEuI/AAAAAAAAATs/hLuK_iElFtw/s320/o_tempo.jpg" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Oi, tenho 16 anos e vou te falar uma coisa, é muito bom ter 16 anos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mas, melhor ainda é ter 15.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Aos 15 é que você começa a descobrir quem realmente é. Aos 15 você então finalmente entra no colegial, conhece um monte de pessoas, faz novas amizades e acima de tudo, sonha. Sonha como nunca havia sonhado. Sonha com o seu futuro, o seu lindo e maravilhoso futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Você se sente mais independente, acha que não precisa de nada, além é claro, dos amigos e de &lt;b&gt;grana&lt;/b&gt;. Grana que na maioria das vezes sai do bolso dos pais, como no meu caso, rs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sair e curtir a noite com os amigos. Chegar em casa até 00:00 como a mamãe mandou. Ops, 00:00 ? Mas já são 3:00 ! É, sempre atrasa um pouco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Se apaixonar perdidamente pela pessoa que você sonhava, descobrir o que é amor de verdade... E sofrer. Sofrer e aprender a perder. Esperar o tempo curar as feridas. E se apaixonar de novo. Dessa vez com mais precaução. Mas parece que não da sorte, lá se vai ela outra vez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O tempo vai passando, e com ele, você vai aprendendo a lidar com a vida, vai aprendendo a ter 15 anos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O tempo te ensina a viver e você vive o tempo apenas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TANMJpPEMEI/AAAAAAAAAT0/guE1jq6RRpM/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TANMJpPEMEI/AAAAAAAAAT0/guE1jq6RRpM/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-6445378689383336907?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6445378689383336907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/oi-tenho-16-anos.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/6445378689383336907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/6445378689383336907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/oi-tenho-16-anos.html' title='fifteen'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TANMBuQAEuI/AAAAAAAAATs/hLuK_iElFtw/s72-c/o_tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-4905439862794276174</id><published>2010-05-29T02:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T02:34:56.457-03:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TACnZE4SenI/AAAAAAAAATc/TiU3nkTzYYM/s1600/strange_day_poster-p228575745645770783trma_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TACnZE4SenI/AAAAAAAAATc/TiU3nkTzYYM/s320/strange_day_poster-p228575745645770783trma_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Acordei feliz com um torpedo dizendo "&lt;i&gt;acooorda ! Ta um dia tao lindo hoje *-*&lt;/i&gt; ". Tudo fazia parecer que o dia ia ser ótimo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Chegou a tarde, fui ao shopping comprar um boné e o meu convite para o show do Restart. Encontrei alguns amigos lá e isso só melhorou o meu dia. Saindo de lá, fui pra academia malhar um pouco, ai começou o cansaço, e o tédio. Cheguei em casa e fui pro colégio fazer o simulado de humanas, acertei 23 e consegui o que eu queria. Mas não, meu dia não acabou ai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Certas atitudes, me deixaram mal, certas palavras de pessoas que não sabem o que falam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E logo depois, mais decepção. O problema é: eu confio demais nos meus amigos. Ou quem sabe eu confio demais em quem eu penso ser meus amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Não estava mais aguentando, precisava desabafar. Falar o que eu queria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;De repente me veio uma pessima sensação, eu só queria sumir, ir pra um lugar distante, dar um tempo em tudo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Eu queria parar o tempo, e ter um tempo pra mim pensar. Um tempo só meu ! Pensar em minhas atitudes, pensar nas minhas decisões, pensar no que me faz feliz e em quem me faz feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Enfim, com esse post, eu termino meu dia e me preparo para outro longo dia que está chegando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TACndnO_nFI/AAAAAAAAATk/Txk4HaVILmM/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TACndnO_nFI/AAAAAAAAATk/Txk4HaVILmM/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-4905439862794276174?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4905439862794276174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/4905439862794276174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/4905439862794276174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/TACnZE4SenI/AAAAAAAAATc/TiU3nkTzYYM/s72-c/strange_day_poster-p228575745645770783trma_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-8703907830006646527</id><published>2010-05-28T01:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T01:15:21.774-03:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S_9CROomgHI/AAAAAAAAATM/rpxfIfLDln4/s1600/parabens_blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S_9CROomgHI/AAAAAAAAATM/rpxfIfLDln4/s320/parabens_blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Oi gente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Bom, hoje dia 28 de maio de 2010 faz exatamente 1 ano e 10 dias que o Mundo da Lua existe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Pois é, Mundo da Lua foi criado em 18 de maio de 2009, era uma época difícil pra mim, então eu criei o blog, fiz vários amigos, e compartilhei com as pessoas vários momentos da minha vida. Mundo da Lua nada mais é, que o meu diário virtual. É aqui que eu escrevo o que eu sinto, nos momentos bons ou ruins, conselhos são sempre bem vindos também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Parabéns Mundo da Lua pelo seu primeiro aniversário e espero que muitos outros venham, e que eu possa compartilha-los com todos vocês que seguem e acompanham o blog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S_9C0g097wI/AAAAAAAAATU/7QKazx4Fv08/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S_9C0g097wI/AAAAAAAAATU/7QKazx4Fv08/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-8703907830006646527?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8703907830006646527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/parabens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/8703907830006646527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/8703907830006646527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/parabens.html' title='happy birthday'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S_9CROomgHI/AAAAAAAAATM/rpxfIfLDln4/s72-c/parabens_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-369037153348120098</id><published>2010-05-27T02:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T02:11:13.659-03:00</updated><title type='text'>path</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S_3-esR7glI/AAAAAAAAAS8/-C6WtdQ2_H4/s1600/dois-caminhos1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S_3-esR7glI/AAAAAAAAAS8/-C6WtdQ2_H4/s320/dois-caminhos1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Olha eu aqui de novo. Nossa, esses últimos dias foram muito, mas muito corridos mesmo, provas e mais provas, notas baixas e mais notas baixas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ai, como eu odeio física, como eu odeio as malditas leis de Newton, como eu odeio meu professor... Como se vê, não fui muito bem na prova de física, e eu juro que estudei. Eu sabia a matéria, mas como a sala toda foi mal, eu não podia ficar de fora, não é ?! Tirei míseros 4,5. E para recuperação ? Nada mais, nada menos, que &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;125&lt;/span&gt; exercícios e monitorias ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Esses exercícios estavam tomando &lt;b&gt;grande&lt;/b&gt; parte do meu tempo. Internet de madrugada ? Nem pensar !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mas, já passou. Agora estou de volta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ai ai... a vida é uma grande caixinha de surpresa não é mesmo? Em menos de 2 semanas minha vida virou de ponta cabeça, de novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;No momento eu estou &lt;i&gt;sobre carregado&lt;/i&gt; de um pouco de tudo. Sobre carregado de deveres, de amizade, de amor, de carinho, de discussões, etc...&amp;nbsp; Isso não é ruim, exceto as discussões. Mas como o tempo não para, e as coisas estão sempre se alterando, eu apenas posso esperar e viver o momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sabe quando você tem mais de um &lt;b&gt;caminho&lt;/b&gt; pra escolher ? Mas você não sabe qual é o caminho de flores, e qual é o de espinhos, então você fica esperando o tempo te mostrar, mas parece que o caminho certo nunca aparece, e você tem medo de arriscar, então espera mais um pouco e nada... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Continuo parado, esperando por uma resposta sua, Tempo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S_3-jPfj1AI/AAAAAAAAATE/DpNlcvQio-I/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S_3-jPfj1AI/AAAAAAAAATE/DpNlcvQio-I/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-369037153348120098?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/369037153348120098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/path.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/369037153348120098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/369037153348120098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/path.html' title='path'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S_3-esR7glI/AAAAAAAAAS8/-C6WtdQ2_H4/s72-c/dois-caminhos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-1578629054006729870</id><published>2010-05-18T01:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T02:02:43.535-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S_IZOpN2kxI/AAAAAAAAASs/nPL_cX1mIOA/s1600/VOAR+LEVE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S_IZOpN2kxI/AAAAAAAAASs/nPL_cX1mIOA/s320/VOAR+LEVE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Nossa, 7 dias sem postar nada aqui, eu sei que é relaxo, mas eu estava meio distante esses dias, meio confuso com umas coisas que aconteceram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Maio como sempre é um mês muito bom pra mim. Festas e mais festas, esse friozinho gostoso, aniversário de um monte de gente conhecida inclusive o da minha irmã. É minha irmã fez aniversário esse mês, dia 04 exatamente, parabéns pra ela ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Continuando o que eu estava falando sobre o mês de maio... Esse mês foi muito importante na minha vida. Acho que eu encontrei um novo caminho pra seguir. Deixei certas dúvidas pra trás e tomei muitas, mas muitas decisões, mesmo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Conheci gente nova, conheci cabeças diferentes da minha, e juro que não está sendo nada fácil de lidar com certas pessoas. Mas eu me esforço ao máximo do máximo, como sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E mesmo eu me esforçando muito as vezes, nunca parece ser o suficiente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Na escola mesmo, eu estou me dedicando bastante. Parei com certas conversas paralelas. Tudo bem que é impossível não fala em sala de aula, ainda mais no 2º colegial. Mas mesmo com tudo, eu tiro notas baixas. É, parece que com o tempo eu to ficando burrinho. Eu já cheguei a ser o melhor aluno da sala, sim, faz tempo... Tempo em que eu era diferente. Mas não me importo. Eu sou feliz do jeito que sou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Eu mudei muito, mas tudo muda, tudo a todo momento sofre alterações. Como dizem, a lagarta sai do casulo pra voar. E voar, é tudo o que eu preciso agora ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Eu não sou novela, portanto não me acompanhe o tempo todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S_IZcKUMogI/AAAAAAAAAS0/iygUGj5jjvU/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S_IZcKUMogI/AAAAAAAAAS0/iygUGj5jjvU/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-1578629054006729870?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1578629054006729870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/maio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/1578629054006729870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/1578629054006729870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/maio.html' title='Maio'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S_IZOpN2kxI/AAAAAAAAASs/nPL_cX1mIOA/s72-c/VOAR+LEVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-1571338478361331701</id><published>2010-05-10T04:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T04:34:58.714-03:00</updated><title type='text'>talvez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S-e27T57UUI/AAAAAAAAASc/UmulP4Bv4FM/s1600/viver-754546.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S-e27T57UUI/AAAAAAAAASc/UmulP4Bv4FM/s320/viver-754546.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;São coisas que me tiram o sono. Coisas que não tem mais sentido. Coisas que a cada segundo que passa se apaga se perde com o tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O relógio marca 04:16, está tarde pra mim, porém, cedo pra muitos. Hora de dormir ? Ou hora de acordar ? Pra mim, é apenas uma hora qualquer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Cansei de marcar o horário pra dormir, de colocar a TV no horário certo pra ligar, e no horário certo pra desligar. Cansei de fazer planos e dificilmente realizá-los. Cansei de ser a pedra do seu caminho ou me cansei de ser o vento que bate na pedra. Eu simplesmente cansei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Quero viver mais, quero sorrir mais, quero gritar mais, quero amar mais, eu quero mais. Um pouco mais de vida, um pouco mais de harmonia, um pouco mais de amor, um pouco mais de loucura, um pouco mais de felicidade, um pouco de muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Talvez seja a hora certa de gritar sem parar e se sentir a pessoa mais sem noção do mundo, de chegar tarde em casa por que ficou a noite toda dançando e bebendo, de sair na chuva e rodar, rodar feito um louco, de andar sem destino, talvez seja a hora de não planejar, talvez seja a hora de viver !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S-e3CbidF4I/AAAAAAAAASk/OQNDLGYBxJc/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S-e3CbidF4I/AAAAAAAAASk/OQNDLGYBxJc/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-1571338478361331701?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1571338478361331701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/talvez.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/1571338478361331701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/1571338478361331701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/talvez.html' title='talvez'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S-e27T57UUI/AAAAAAAAASc/UmulP4Bv4FM/s72-c/viver-754546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-3689012848476175304</id><published>2010-05-08T01:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T02:02:34.297-03:00</updated><title type='text'>melhor amigo para sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S-Tu4v1bx0I/AAAAAAAAASM/ylIBP3Xacw8/s1600/el-perro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S-Tu4v1bx0I/AAAAAAAAASM/ylIBP3Xacw8/s320/el-perro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dizem que o cachorro é o melhor amigo do homem, eu acredito nisso. Os cães sempre estão com a gente, em qualquer momento da vida, seja momentos bons ou ruins. Cães não tem intenções, eles apenas querem saber da nossa amizade, da nossa companhia, do nosso carinho. Eles não se importam se tem pouco ou muito, se é rico ou pobre, branco ou negro, feio ou bonito. Para eles o importante é o tamanho do nosso amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;É muito gratificante chegar em casa e ver seu cãozinho pulando, latindo,demonstrando que está feliz. Eles nos passam segurança, nos faz se sentir melhor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hoje me chamaram pra assistir "Marley e eu", e logo veio a imagem do meu cachorro na minha cabeça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ele se chamava Lanhon, tinha ele desde 1 ano de idade. Foram muitos momentos juntos, sempre que eu precisava ele estava lá, no cantinho dele. Até que em 2005 ele ficou doente, levamos ele no hospital veterinário, e ele ficou bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Passaram-se 6 meses, exatamente dia 14 de janeiro de 2006, ele já não comia a algumas horas, só ficava deitado lá no cantinho dele, então eu sentei ao lado dele e ele colocou a cabeça em meu colo, fiquei olhando pra ele, lembrando de todos os momentos juntos, de como eu era feliz em ter ele como meu amigo. Passou alguns minutos, e ele olhou pra mim, deu o ultimo suspiro e partiu. Acho que aquele foi um dos piores dias da minha vida, eu não sabia como ia ser a vida sem ele. Quem ia latir quando eu chegasse da escola? Quem ia me fazer companhia quando eu estivesse triste ou algo do tipo? Foram dias difíceis... Mas na vida, tudo passa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sinto saudades do meu eterno melhor amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S-TvM992stI/AAAAAAAAASU/Spwe3D4b0Y8/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S-TvM992stI/AAAAAAAAASU/Spwe3D4b0Y8/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-3689012848476175304?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/3689012848476175304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/que-o-cachorro-e-o-melhor-amigo-do.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/3689012848476175304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/3689012848476175304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/que-o-cachorro-e-o-melhor-amigo-do.html' title='melhor amigo para sempre'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S-Tu4v1bx0I/AAAAAAAAASM/ylIBP3Xacw8/s72-c/el-perro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-2319669558341734594</id><published>2010-05-07T01:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T01:23:25.414-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo Mundo da Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S-OVfKu_deI/AAAAAAAAASE/ed7FPEMWyNo/s1600/corte-da-fita-vermelha-thumb33306173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S-OVfKu_deI/AAAAAAAAASE/ed7FPEMWyNo/s320/corte-da-fita-vermelha-thumb33306173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mundo da Lua voltou, Mundo da Lua voltou. Agora, todo mudado, todo renovado. Acho que mudanças sempre é bom, e o blog estava precisando. Deu muito trabalho, mas valeu a pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Pelo o que me falaram, gostaram da nova aparência. Que bom, fiquei super feliz !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Continuem lendo e espero que gostem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Beijos&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S-OSv5TfD9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/KHD7-AIL-Tw/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S-OSv5TfD9I/AAAAAAAAAR8/KHD7-AIL-Tw/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-2319669558341734594?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/2319669558341734594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/mundo-da-lua-voltou-mundo-da-lua-voltou.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/2319669558341734594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/2319669558341734594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/mundo-da-lua-voltou-mundo-da-lua-voltou.html' title='Novo Mundo da Lua'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S-OVfKu_deI/AAAAAAAAASE/ed7FPEMWyNo/s72-c/corte-da-fita-vermelha-thumb33306173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-1360430765635710622</id><published>2010-04-29T02:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T02:04:30.644-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reforma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9p3WeqJPrI/AAAAAAAAALE/VLY1fPrT5xQ/s1600/reforma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9p3WeqJPrI/AAAAAAAAALE/VLY1fPrT5xQ/s200/reforma.jpg" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Mundo da Lua está em reforma. Logo logo voltarei. &amp;nbsp;Espero que melhor do que antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="clear: right; color: red; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="59" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9qFiT9YP5I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Xd33KOwSKyc/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="clear: right; color: red; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&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/475274525427948770-1360430765635710622?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1360430765635710622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/04/reforma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/1360430765635710622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/1360430765635710622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/04/reforma.html' title='Reforma'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9p3WeqJPrI/AAAAAAAAALE/VLY1fPrT5xQ/s72-c/reforma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-3192093010472290665</id><published>2010-04-28T02:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T02:01:50.415-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos para quase sempre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-qNn_jvDI/AAAAAAAAARs/FBJBwsMH8sQ/s1600/pai-amigo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-qNn_jvDI/AAAAAAAAARs/FBJBwsMH8sQ/s320/pai-amigo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Estava ouvindo uma musica hoje, não me lembro qual. Mas dizia das pessoas que foram levadas de nós, ou pela morte, ou pelo tempo ou até mesmo pela distancia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Isso me fez voltar lá em 2008, época em que a turminha do fundamental, era reunida, e jurava ser amigos para sempre. Época de brincadeiras, brigas, mas sempre com um "perdão". Época que meus amigos internautas eram indispensáveis em meu dia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas com o tempo, quase tudo se foi, menos as lembranças. Às vezes raramente ainda vejo um ou outro amigo daquela época. Mas não temos mais sobre o que falar, é sempre a mesma coisa "oi, que saudades, como vai à vida?” e ponto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu queria sim, que durasse para sempre, juro que eu queria, mas as circunstâncias impedem, criam barreiras, e novas pessoas aparecem pra completar o espaço. Claro nunca vamos se esquecer dos verdadeiros amigos. E eu acredito sim que existam "amigos para sempre".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Por isso, hoje em dia, valorizo demais meus amigos, cada palavra, atitude, sorriso faz meus dias melhores. Pois sei que um dia isso vai acabar, se não for pela distancia, será pelo tempo, e se não for pelo tempo, será pela morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9qAlt_VGAI/AAAAAAAAALc/qcLmv7GX6Lw/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9qAlt_VGAI/AAAAAAAAALc/qcLmv7GX6Lw/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-3192093010472290665?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/3192093010472290665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/04/amigos-para-quase-sempre.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/3192093010472290665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/3192093010472290665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/04/amigos-para-quase-sempre.html' title='Amigos para quase sempre.'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-qNn_jvDI/AAAAAAAAARs/FBJBwsMH8sQ/s72-c/pai-amigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-2282355781762126981</id><published>2010-04-27T01:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T04:21:10.111-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns pra mim !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Dia 24 de abril de 2010. Não esperava por uma surpresa, muito menos uma festa surpresa. Até que eu participei de uma, sim, e era especialmente pra mim. Pelo meu aniversário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Meu coração acelerou de uma forma como se eu estivesse pulando de Bang Jump, nunca pulei, mas imagino tamanho a adrenalina. Foi uma sensação tão boa, ver as pessoas que você mais ama, te dando os sinceros votos de felicidades pelos seus quase 16 anos. E o vídeo então? Me emocionou, me surpreendeu, me fez a pessoa mais feliz do mundo naquele instante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A noite correu tão rápido, sorrisos e abraços não faltaram. Posso dizer com toda certeza do mundo, um dos melhores dias da minha vida, jamais me esquecerei !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Dia 26 de Abril de 2010 exatamente as 00:00 a pessoa que eu menos imaginava, me abraçou e me deu os parabéns. Diz ela que é o destino... Quem sabe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Logo depois veio muitos outros parabéns, de pessoas mega importantes pra mim, que fazem parte da minha vida. Recados no Orkut, ainda não respondi todos, são muitos... Depoimentos, ligações, mesagens, presentes, cartas, posts, twitts, beijos, abraços, palavras ou apenas um aperto de mão ... Isso é o que fez meu aniversário um  FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A palavra que eu mais ouvi nesse dia foi "parabéns". Falavam mais "parabéns " do que meu próprio nome. E assim como essas centenas de pessoas, por que eu não me desejo um super parabéns ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Parabéns pra mim, que eu realize todos os meus sonhos, muita paz, saúde e amor na minha vida !&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9p4BiFOu5I/AAAAAAAAALM/qIe67m1OQDc/s1600/bolo%2520aniversario%2520color.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9p4BiFOu5I/AAAAAAAAALM/qIe67m1OQDc/s320/bolo%2520aniversario%2520color.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; Obrigado a todos que fizeram 24/26 de Abril de 2010 os melhores dias da minha vida !&lt;br /&gt;Especialmente à: Joyce, Isabela, Rafaella Walker., Micael, Lucas, Eduardo, Daniel, Pedro Nascimento, Pedro Gomes, Gustavo Henrique, Gustavo Ferrari, Bruno, Gaby e Rafaella Villela.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9qErXFptiI/AAAAAAAAALs/My-MmmdKsE4/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9qErXFptiI/AAAAAAAAALs/My-MmmdKsE4/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-2282355781762126981?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/2282355781762126981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/04/parabens-pra-mim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/2282355781762126981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/2282355781762126981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/04/parabens-pra-mim.html' title='Parabéns pra mim !'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9p4BiFOu5I/AAAAAAAAALM/qIe67m1OQDc/s72-c/bolo%2520aniversario%2520color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-3918265054870840114</id><published>2010-04-19T01:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T04:23:29.775-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É apenas medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9p2bC2bpaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/9Y5ToKYPQag/s1600/sosinho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9p2bC2bpaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/9Y5ToKYPQag/s320/sosinho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A noite chega, eu fecho os olhos,  um vazio dentro de mim me consome por inteiro, é como se eu estivesse só, me esqueço de todos os problemas, e um filme passa em minha cabeça, um filme bom, onde eu e você estamos juntos, correndo em um lugar bonito, areia branca, muito verde, muitas flores, barulhos de animais, então olho para céu, vejo estrelas, estrelas cadentes e no meio delas, a mais bela desse céu, você com um sorriso me faz sonhar e acordar percebendo que não passou de um sonho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ja é dia. Ja é tarde. Ja esta na hora de viver a vida. Mas continuo deitado pensando em meu sonho, pensando em você, em tudo o que passamos, em tudo o que falamos, em tudo o que podemos fazer. Você consome minha cabeça. Você me confundi. Você me deixa louco !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Queria poder ler pensamentos, ou quem sabe ter o livro do destino, pena que não existe, não existe destino. Existe pessoas certas na hora certa no lugar certo. Isso é o destino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nosso destino, é a gente quem faz. Sempre podemos escolher o caminho, e nem sempre o caminho mais curto é o melhor caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Silencio, me faz refletir. Agora ja não mais sobre você, agora sobre a vida. A minha vida. Que por sinal muda a todo instante, a todo momento aparece algo e automaticamente some algo. Acho que é lei, talvez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Não queria perder, só ganhar. Egoista né ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sim, dizem que  sou egoista, por pensar em mim antes dos outros, isso não é egoismo, isso é instinto, meu instinto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Penso sim, em minha felicidade antes de qualquer coisa, antes de qualquer pessoa. Mas tenho medo de fazer alguem sofrer, tenho medo de me fazer sofrer novamente. Mas pensando bem, não posso saber se vou sofrer de novo sem tentar. Quem não tenta não vence, não sabe o sabor da vitória, e nem a dor da derrota.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sofrer todo mundo sofre, pois os dias ruins todo mundo tem. Ja jurei pra mim não desanimar, e não ter mais pressa, pois sei que o mundo vai girar. O mundo vai girar, eu espero a minha vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9qFFko_uOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/lbcWd6PyqV8/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9qFFko_uOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/lbcWd6PyqV8/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-3918265054870840114?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/3918265054870840114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-apenas-medo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/3918265054870840114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/3918265054870840114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-apenas-medo.html' title='É apenas medo'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9p2bC2bpaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/9Y5ToKYPQag/s72-c/sosinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-1729528266206350411</id><published>2010-04-06T02:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T04:28:03.232-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas muda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9p1mwRX8mI/AAAAAAAAAK0/I6YkvkGeIQo/s1600/Papel+de+parede.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9p1mwRX8mI/AAAAAAAAAK0/I6YkvkGeIQo/s320/Papel+de+parede.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;É como se fosse ontem, é como se fosse eterno. Eu me lembro quando dizia que éramos "nós" e não " eu e você ", a gente ainda era apenas 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Mas as coisas mudam, o tempo muda. Hoje não te vejo da mesma forma. Não posso dizer que igual a qualquer outra outra pessoa. Pois mesmo que tudo tenha mudado, as lembranças não mudam, não se apagam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Fiquei mal, mas passou. Chorei, gritei, bati, chinguei, ouvi, falei, odiei, terminei e esqueci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Agora ja comecei de novo. E como na vida nada é perfeito. Sofri, aprendi , errei e levantei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Ninguem é igual a ninguem. Existe pessoas assim, e existe pessoas assado (aiushauis eu ri) . Algumas com a intenção de nos fazer feliz outras com a intenção de apenas nos fazer sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Dizer que vai durar. Dizer "eu te amo". Dizer "eu preciso de você". Dizer "você é tudo pra mim", isso tudo não tem sentido depois que as atitudes provam o contrario. Palavras são apenas palavras. Atitudes é o que valem, atitudes é o que provam a verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Por mais que as pessoas digam as palavras mais bonitas, sempre temos que acreditar não acreditando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;E por mais que erramos, nunca devemos deixar de  tentar. Por que só fracassa quem não tenta, os pobres de espirito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;E se perder, tente de novo. Se sofrer, saiba que vai passar e recomece do zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;E nunca se esqueça que ninguem é feliz sosinho. "Deus fecha a janela, mas deixa aberta aberta a porta".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: right; color: #666666; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="59" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9qFiT9YP5I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Xd33KOwSKyc/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-1729528266206350411?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1729528266206350411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-como-se-fosse-ontem-e-como-se-fosse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/1729528266206350411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/1729528266206350411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-como-se-fosse-ontem-e-como-se-fosse.html' title='Apenas muda.'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9p1mwRX8mI/AAAAAAAAAK0/I6YkvkGeIQo/s72-c/Papel+de+parede.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-5278415967013086138</id><published>2010-03-17T04:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T03:28:26.896-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9p-KPHW0sI/AAAAAAAAALU/jTphjoykZhE/s1600/hiatus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9p-KPHW0sI/AAAAAAAAALU/jTphjoykZhE/s320/hiatus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Olá galerá, ja faz tempo que eu não apareço por aqui, ando meio sem inspiração para postar algo legal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No momento acho que estou vivendo aquela fase, que agente sai do papel e vai praticar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Vou continuar sem postar por mais algum tempo. Na verdade, tempo indeterminado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;E por isso, o "HIATUS",  hiatus é um termo que os blogueiros usam para falar que vão desativar o blog por um tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tenho saudades daqui. E espero voltar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;até logo, espero ! &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9qGCxoA10I/AAAAAAAAAME/xqOtwaPEfwU/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9qGCxoA10I/AAAAAAAAAME/xqOtwaPEfwU/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-5278415967013086138?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5278415967013086138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/03/ola-galera-ja-faz-tempo-que-eu-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/5278415967013086138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/5278415967013086138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2010/03/ola-galera-ja-faz-tempo-que-eu-nao.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9p-KPHW0sI/AAAAAAAAALU/jTphjoykZhE/s72-c/hiatus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-5788007210008422409</id><published>2009-10-30T03:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T03:44:52.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Errar, mais não deixar de tentar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vIoCpmvaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/LzcM-h31G3Y/s1600/fita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vIoCpmvaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/LzcM-h31G3Y/s320/fita.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;É, eu voltei, fazia tempo que eu não postava nada aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;sabe achava que eu não tinha inspiração nenhuma, achei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; esses meses eu só devia curtir os momentos, e guarda-los pra mim, talvez tenha errado sim, mas eu to feliz. Sim, eu mudei muito nesses meses, foram poucos, mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;suficientes&lt;/span&gt; para virar minha vida de ponta cabeça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Tudo aconteceu tão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rápido&lt;/span&gt;, acredite, nem deu tempo de para pra pensa se era certo ou errado, mas era o que o coração mandava, e nesse caso o coração fala mais alto que a razão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Pensei um dia, que o que eu achava ter um fim, jamais começaria de novo, hoje vejo que errei, vejo que não me conheço tanto quanto pensei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;As vezes me acho a pessoa mais CONFUSA do  mundo. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Meu&lt;/span&gt;, nem eu me entendo as vezes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E falando do Kelvin Rodrigo, menino bobo, palhaço, sem coração, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; pensava em só curtir e curtir, é, ele mudou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;brow&lt;/span&gt;, acho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; ele cresceu um pouco, acho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; ele começo a ver as coisas por OUTRO ângulo, mais sim, ele continua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;aquele&lt;/span&gt; palhaço --' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; fala as piadas mais sem graça, e sempre acaba rindo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sozinho&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;aquele&lt;/span&gt; bobo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; é melhor ignorar as vezes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mas ele tem outras &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;caracteristicas&lt;/span&gt; sim, assim como todos, ele sabe amar, ele sabe chorar, ele sabe sorrir e ele acima de tudo ele sabe tentar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Por que a vida não é como uma fita de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;vídeo&lt;/span&gt;, que você pode apertar o botão "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;rew&lt;/span&gt;" e reviver tudo, você não pode gravar outra vida em cima daquela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; vivida. A vida é uma só, por isso não deixe de tentar, e se quiser chorar , chore, se quiser sorrir, sorria, se quiser brincar, brinque, não deixe nada pra depois, pois você não sabe se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;poderá&lt;/span&gt; realizar. A vida não volta pra você viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vLpFZvc2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/9SgBInOWTic/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vLpFZvc2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/9SgBInOWTic/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-5788007210008422409?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5788007210008422409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/10/alo-planeta-terra-chamando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/5788007210008422409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/5788007210008422409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/10/alo-planeta-terra-chamando.html' title='Errar, mais não deixar de tentar'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vIoCpmvaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/LzcM-h31G3Y/s72-c/fita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-5292249062727310015</id><published>2009-08-25T02:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T01:25:17.636-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Se pá foi um sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vPLeIzyXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/lkRjVIhMVKw/s1600/1239801637392_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vPLeIzyXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/lkRjVIhMVKw/s320/1239801637392_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As coisas ultimamente aconteceram como um furacão. Eu acho que a ficha ainda não caiu. Foi tudo como um sonho e derrepente o sonho se tornou pesadelo, e foi como se eu acordasse de repente, acordasse sozinho, com frio, acordasse sem ninguém, acordasse de algo que eu vivo . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu cometi muitos erros, e um deles foi me apaixonar por você, e outro foi tentar te esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Isso é tão ruim, é como se eu estivesse segurando alguém em um grande precipício, e eu sei que se eu soltar essa pessoa, nunca mais vou vê-la, eu sei que uma hora vou perdê-la, mais não consigo aceitar, não consigo entender tamanho a injustiça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas como o tempo nunca erra, pessoas novas aparecem para me ajudar, para me acolher, ou quem sabe, para me fazer chorar mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porém muitas vezes damos as costas pra essas pessoas que querem nos ajudar, damos as costas para a felicidade e sorrimos para o sofrimento .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas quem nunca errou que atire a primeira pedra, é como se fossemos cegos, e não enxergassemos&amp;nbsp; a nossa volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Essa é a vida, agente erra pra aprender, agente sofre para sorrir, agente morre pra viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vRWjQR_AI/AAAAAAAAAMs/RLVRtuTt1g4/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vRWjQR_AI/AAAAAAAAAMs/RLVRtuTt1g4/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-5292249062727310015?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5292249062727310015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/08/se-pa-foi-um-sonho.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/5292249062727310015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/5292249062727310015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/08/se-pa-foi-um-sonho.html' title='Se pá foi um sonho'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vPLeIzyXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/lkRjVIhMVKw/s72-c/1239801637392_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-3129227783661385438</id><published>2009-08-11T02:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T03:59:07.775-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje parei para pensar na vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vQ7qWz1XI/AAAAAAAAAMk/gSDwprofFJk/s1600/coracao-praia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vQ7qWz1XI/AAAAAAAAAMk/gSDwprofFJk/s320/coracao-praia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Hoje parei pra pensar na vida e cheguei a algumas conclusões: Por mais que seu coração tenha sido partido por amores desfeitos e paixões impossíveis, jamais perca a esperança de amar mais uma vez. Por mais que você tenha chorado por um alguém que julgou não merecer, não ligue, e se for necessário chore uma, duas, três ou quantas vezes quiser; porque as lágrimas não são méritos dos fracos e sim daqueles que possuem sentimentos. Por mais que seus sonhos pareçam ser impossíveis de realizar, não deixe de sonhar; porque quem não sonha não vive. Por mais que você sinta que a solidão só nos causa sofrimento, não se engane, é através dela que vemos onde temos que melhorar para tentar fazer outras pessoas felizes. Por mais que seja difícil, diga a todas as pessoas que gosta o quanto elas são importantes; porque você não sabe até que momento elas estarão presentes ao seu lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Por mais que seja difícil a vida, não deixe de lutar porque só fracassam aqueles que não lutam por aquilo que desejam. Por mais que você ache que as aparências são tudo, pense numa coisa: As aparências enganam e o seu príncipe encantado pode virar sapo em apenas um segundo. Por mais que ouça as mais belas frases de amor, sempre acredite não acreditando, porque o amor se prova agindo e não falando. Por mais que a vida seja complicada, jamais deixe de viver, porque a vida é um presente que nem todos têm a chance de ganhar. Por isso, faça tudo o que quiser fazer. Chore se quiser chorar. Grite se quiser gritar. Ame se quiser amar. Fique só por um momento se quiser ficar, por que afinal de contas você nunca sabe se tudo se repetirá novamente e nem quando será sua última vez. Portanto seja e faça alguém feliz, porque todos têm esse dom , mas poucos aprenderam a desfrutar desta felicidade. A vida é apenas uma e se você fechar os olhos para ela, ao abrir talvez já será tarde demais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Autor desconhecido. &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/475274525427948770-3129227783661385438?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/3129227783661385438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/08/hoje-parei-para-pensar-na-vida.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/3129227783661385438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/3129227783661385438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/08/hoje-parei-para-pensar-na-vida.html' title='Hoje parei para pensar na vida'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vQ7qWz1XI/AAAAAAAAAMk/gSDwprofFJk/s72-c/coracao-praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-1309437419142389421</id><published>2009-08-03T20:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T04:07:20.082-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas ser feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vSTlbN16I/AAAAAAAAAM0/o3E1pyucwBo/s1600/SONHAR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vSTlbN16I/AAAAAAAAAM0/o3E1pyucwBo/s320/SONHAR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;As vezes me perco em pensamentos, as vezes me escondo em mentiras, as vezes me encontro em sentimentos, as vezes choro por amor, as vezes finjo pela dor, as vezes não sigo a razão, mas sempre sigo o meu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Eu queria ser apenas um garoto feliz assim como os outros, jogar bola, fazer gol, soltar pipa em baixo de sol, sonhar com o bixo papão e ter alguém pra segurar a mão. Mas aquele garoto cresceu e com ele seus sonhos. Tudo aquilo que ele sonhava se multiplicou por mil. Hoje esse garoto apenas quer ser feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Mas a felicidade vai muito alem do que imaginamos, vai muito alem de todos, vai muito alem de tudo, ser feliz é sorrir, é sonhar, é cair, é se levantar, é amar, é pensar, é viver, é entender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Para ser feliz, não basta EXISTIR, tem que fazer a diferença, as vezes achamos que somos alguém, mas não tente ser apenas alguém, tente ser o melhor, e se não for o melhor seja o pior, quem sabe esse é o caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vTCksEarI/AAAAAAAAAM8/RjKtn3rYw0A/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vTCksEarI/AAAAAAAAAM8/RjKtn3rYw0A/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-1309437419142389421?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1309437419142389421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/08/alo-planeta-terra-chamando.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/1309437419142389421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/1309437419142389421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/08/alo-planeta-terra-chamando.html' title='Apenas ser feliz'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vSTlbN16I/AAAAAAAAAM0/o3E1pyucwBo/s72-c/SONHAR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-1224028503877768136</id><published>2009-07-21T03:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T01:29:09.512-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A montanha russa da vida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vUVRfUuSI/AAAAAAAAANE/rUpcXWlFGXE/s1600/montanha+russa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vUVRfUuSI/AAAAAAAAANE/rUpcXWlFGXE/s320/montanha+russa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Alguém já parou para pensar que a vida é como uma montanha russa ?&lt;br /&gt;Tipo, a montanha russa tem seus altos e baixos, tem medo, tem alegria, tem felicidade, tem companhia, embora você não possa sair e jogar tudo pro ar, você fica e apenas conhece o caminho, o seu caminho, não precisa se segurar, erga suas mãos e grite. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por mais que de voltas e voltas, você sempre vai sentir uma certa adrenalina, sempre vai sentir algo diferente, algo único.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E em cada curva e cada decida, a vontade de viver aquele momento é infinita.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vUvLpyNmI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZJx0WbjdBmg/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vUvLpyNmI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZJx0WbjdBmg/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&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/475274525427948770-1224028503877768136?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1224028503877768136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/07/montanha-russa-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/1224028503877768136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/1224028503877768136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/07/montanha-russa-da-vida.html' title='A montanha russa da vida.'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vUVRfUuSI/AAAAAAAAANE/rUpcXWlFGXE/s72-c/montanha+russa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-5144655201390521606</id><published>2009-07-17T01:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T22:23:54.405-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;removida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-5144655201390521606?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5144655201390521606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/07/aquele-dia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/5144655201390521606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/5144655201390521606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/07/aquele-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-1216113666241455241</id><published>2009-07-13T02:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T04:25:06.559-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vXLGqZhGI/AAAAAAAAANU/GJ9DnKbFtsc/s1600/Arco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vXLGqZhGI/AAAAAAAAANU/GJ9DnKbFtsc/s320/Arco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;...Aquele dia escuro onde tudo parecia morto e sem cor, onde as ruas pareciam perigosas, onde as pontes não pareciam ser seguras, onde a solidão falava mais alto que a tristeza, e o coração batia mais forte que a solidão, e então derrepente, PUF! Tudo se ilumina, o sol aparece entre as nuvens e um arco íris lindo com mais cores do que o normal surge no além,  então de longe eu te vejo sorrindo, eu vejo você vindo em minha direção me abraçar,  com isso, todo aquele medo passa, e tudo parece perfeito, tudo parece seguro e lindo,  você vem chegando até mim, e os seus olhos brilhavam como as estrelas, você estava mais bela que as flores a nossa volta, você me fez se sentir como nunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Derrepente triiliilin, o relógio desperta, é hora de acordar, acordar mais uma vez sem você, acorda sem seu abraço, acorda com você em outra cidade, outro estado, ou até mesmo em OUTRO planeta ;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Por que eu só vivo pensando em você e é &lt;i&gt;sem querer &lt;/i&gt;"&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vXQ0JEj-I/AAAAAAAAANc/r_qfQrmYnZQ/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vXQ0JEj-I/AAAAAAAAANc/r_qfQrmYnZQ/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-1216113666241455241?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1216113666241455241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/07/alo-planeta-terra-chamando.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/1216113666241455241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/1216113666241455241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/07/alo-planeta-terra-chamando.html' title='Apenas'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vXLGqZhGI/AAAAAAAAANU/GJ9DnKbFtsc/s72-c/Arco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-8911136480615224463</id><published>2009-07-07T16:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T04:31:00.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes ou agora ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vYT8ZgicI/AAAAAAAAANk/_ahT2YBpDHo/s1600/Trem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vYT8ZgicI/AAAAAAAAANk/_ahT2YBpDHo/s320/Trem.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66cccc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sabe quando você pensa que tudo passou, que não da pra voltar mais atrás, que você definitivamente errou e perdeu a pessoa mais importante na sua vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mas derrepente aparece pessoas novas, e você já nem liga tanto pra isso, mas então quando agente menos espera, aquela pessoa volta e vira sua vida de ponta cabeça. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E então vem uma duvida enorme, será que eu ainda a amo ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E você fica noites, horas pensando nisso, pensando em como vai ser daqui pra frente, será que ela me ama ? Será que ela vai voltar pra mim ? ou será que tudo isso é apenas mais uma ilusão?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Você se afoga em pensamentos, e não acha &lt;b&gt;nenhuma&lt;/b&gt; resposta que convença, então, um belo dia te falam que só o tempo pode resolver isso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E então a respostaaparece. Sim só o tempo pode mostrar, só o tempo pode te levar a pessoa certa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E tudo aquilo que passou, você apaga da mente, e só fica com boas esperanças, lógico que sempre preparado para o lado negativo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mas então você começa a perceber que o tempo não passa tão rápido assim, e começa a ficar com medo de perder o "trem" , mas o tempo não erra, e se perder o trem, e a pessoa que amo estiver nele, se ela realmente me amar, vai pular do trem pra vivermos felizes, e o trem vai levar embora todas as pessoas que um dia tentaram acabar com tudo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O que importa é ser feliz, não importa com quem ou quando!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vYW1j9IbI/AAAAAAAAANs/5sMu5mYCnm4/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vYW1j9IbI/AAAAAAAAANs/5sMu5mYCnm4/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-8911136480615224463?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8911136480615224463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/07/antes-ou-agora.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/8911136480615224463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/8911136480615224463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/07/antes-ou-agora.html' title='Antes ou agora ?'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9vYT8ZgicI/AAAAAAAAANk/_ahT2YBpDHo/s72-c/Trem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-7520936140021760164</id><published>2009-06-26T03:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T04:32:14.609-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, se pudessemos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S90p2kjhsMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6FcQTy95WxA/s1600/Perdido.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S90p2kjhsMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6FcQTy95WxA/s320/Perdido.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As vezes perdemos totalmente o sentido da vida, é por isso que as vezes pessoas cometem loucuras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Eu me senti assim a pouco , estava sem chão , estava sem noção , eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;simplesmente&lt;/span&gt; queria sumir, e só voltar quando o tempo tiver passado e levado tudo embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mas essa realmente não é a única &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;saída&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;depois de pensar vemos que não vale a pena sumir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sumir não leva a lugar nenhum, apenas te deixa isento de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;outro&lt;/span&gt; lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sumir não conquista &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt;, não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;trás&lt;/span&gt; ganhos , somente perdas. Sumir seria perder parte da vida, ou até mesmo a vida toda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Já&lt;/span&gt; penso se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pudéssemos&lt;/span&gt; pular uma parte de nossa vida?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Seria muito ruim, seria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;impossível&lt;/span&gt; sobreviver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Pois se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pulássemos&lt;/span&gt; a infância, como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;aprenderíamos&lt;/span&gt; a andar,a falar,a saber dividir as coisas ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;perdêssemos&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;adolescencia &lt;/span&gt;? Iria ser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;horrível&lt;/span&gt;, você não sentiria aquele frio na barriga do primeiro beijo, você não teria educação, você não teria amigos, você não aprenderia o que é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;responsabilidade&lt;/span&gt;, você perderia a melhor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;fazer&lt;/span&gt; da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mas e se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;escolhêssemos&lt;/span&gt; pular a fase adulta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;As vezes pensamos que poderia ser bom, pois não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;teríamos&lt;/span&gt; obrigações, não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;teríamos&lt;/span&gt; que nos preocupar com nada. Mas se pensarmos bem, a fase adulta é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;indispensável&lt;/span&gt;, pois é nela que a gente trabalha, é nela que construimos uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt;, temos filhos, temos um lar, é nela que começa o resultado de tudo, é nela que descobrimos nossa verdadeira identidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ou até mesmo preferirmos perder a velhice ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;-As vezes pensamos que sim, seria a melhor fase de se perder, pois não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ficaríamos&lt;/span&gt; feios e cheio de rugas pelo corpo, não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;teríamos&lt;/span&gt; tantas doenças, não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;precisaríamos&lt;/span&gt; da ajuda dos outros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mas se pararmos para pensar, não da pra desperdiçar a velhice, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;pô&lt;/span&gt; é nela que veremos o resultado de nosso esforço, é nela que veremos tudo o que conquistamos, é nela que veremos os nossos filhos e os nosso netos felizes, é nela em que veremos que valeu a pena os tombos da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;infância&lt;/span&gt;, as responsabilidades da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;adolescência&lt;/span&gt; e as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;obrigações&lt;/span&gt; da fase adulta, a velhice é o final da nosso história, sem velhice ficaria uma historia totalmente sem sentido , sem lógica, sem fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;É, depois de pensar em tudo isso, acho que sumir nem sempre é a melhor coisa a se pensar, temos que pensar positivamente, sempre preparados para o que der&amp;nbsp; e vier .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S90qd3_KXmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rTLVsi37GGA/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S90qd3_KXmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rTLVsi37GGA/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-7520936140021760164?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/7520936140021760164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/06/ah-se-pudessemos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/7520936140021760164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/7520936140021760164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/06/ah-se-pudessemos.html' title='Ah, se pudessemos...'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S90p2kjhsMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6FcQTy95WxA/s72-c/Perdido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-4921046360508213098</id><published>2009-06-23T23:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:55:56.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponto final ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S90ut4_IY6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/PwKo_C-8peU/s1600/action.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S90ut4_IY6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/PwKo_C-8peU/s320/action.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffcc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;É, acho que tudo finalmente acabou.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Não era o que planejavamos mais fazer o que ? Não temos outra saída a não ser aquela que nos resta, não adianta insistir em algo que não existe. Pra que enganar a si próprio, fingir e agir como se estivesse tudo bem não iria adiantar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Só de pensar que eu já fiquei noites se dormir pensando em você, pensando em tudo sobre o que falavamos em tudo o que fazíamos ,dos momentos de risos, de tristeza, de verdades, das brigas, dos carinhos, dos beijos, dos abraços, e só se restaram lembranças e mais lembranças...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hoje, mesmo com tudo o que aconteceu, ainda não consigo dormir pensando em você, não consigo parar de lembrar de como éramos felizes, e como se em um piscar de olhos tudo desceu pelo ralo, tudo simplesmente evaporou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;É algo que não se pode explicar é algo que apenas agente vive e pronto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mais o que importa é ser feliz né. Não importa os obstáculos, não importa os buracos, não importa as quedas, agente sempre se levanta e se levanta mais forte, se levanta com a intenção de nunca mais cair, de nunca mais cometer o mesmo erro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mas sempre é assim, quando terminamos de ler uma historia, logo aparece outra pra viver e assim a vida continua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A única coisa que podemos fazer é viver, viver intensamente, por que sabemos que nada é eterno e a única certeza que temos é a morte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mais como entender isso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Com milhares de coisas a única coisa que temos certeza é que um dia morreremos, um dia tudo vai acabar, nem a vida é uma certeza, você não sabe se amanhã viverá, por isso agradeça a Deus todos os dias por mais um dia em sua vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E o resto é consequencia, o resto o tempo toma conta de apagar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Quando o vidro embaçar e você vier pra me abraçar, quando sol se esconder vê se você para pra entender, que eu fui e sempre serei um bobo apaixonado por você"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S90vWU8sveI/AAAAAAAAAOM/cNQRSWPU1qA/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S90vWU8sveI/AAAAAAAAAOM/cNQRSWPU1qA/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-4921046360508213098?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4921046360508213098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/06/alo-planeta-terra-chamando_23.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/4921046360508213098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/4921046360508213098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/06/alo-planeta-terra-chamando_23.html' title='Ponto final ?'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S90ut4_IY6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/PwKo_C-8peU/s72-c/action.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-4287486298076759607</id><published>2009-06-19T02:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T04:57:37.294-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saber sem mesmo querer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348906977320125506" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/Sjsijl_GREI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mlgqEFn0Uvw/s320/Separados.jpg" style="display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Aquela sensação ruim de não estar fazendo a coisa certa, aquela sensação ruim de saber que não estar fazendo a coisa certa, aquela sensação ruim de saber que não esta fazendo a coisa certa e mesmo assim não poder fazer nada, é como se eu estivesse me afogando em meus próprios sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;É basicamente isso que eu to sentindo. Sentindo que estou errando sem querer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mais por que tudo acontece ao mesmo tempo ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Estava tudo tão bem, derrepente aparece um monte de problemas, e o pior que são problemas sem fundamentos . Falsos problemas que causam porblemas verdadeiros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;As vezes eu penso que não tenho sorte, mais as vezes eu penso que tenho sorte demais por ter você na minha vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mais o que eu posso faze, se a maré esta subindo e nela eu estou afundando? O que eu posso fazer se o vento sopra contra mim? O que eu posso fazer se a correnteza quér levar o que eu mais amo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Eu tentei mudar a situação , mais sosinho é impossivel, sosinho não vale a pena."&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/475274525427948770-4287486298076759607?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4287486298076759607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/06/saber-sem-mesmo-querer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/4287486298076759607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/4287486298076759607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/06/saber-sem-mesmo-querer.html' title='Saber sem mesmo querer'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/Sjsijl_GREI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mlgqEFn0Uvw/s72-c/Separados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-1283454140651072206</id><published>2009-06-16T02:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T03:16:36.327-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o que fazer ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #66cccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S95p2nY2e7I/AAAAAAAAAOU/JR8Mu3NxLDg/s1600/Bomba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S95p2nY2e7I/AAAAAAAAAOU/JR8Mu3NxLDg/s320/Bomba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O que você faria se soubesse que tudo vai acabar? Tudo o que você construiu em anos, com sorrisos, choros, sentimentos pode acabar em menos de um piscar de olhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mais por que? Como entender tamanho a injustiça?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;É, sabemos que nem tudo é como agente acha ou espera que seja. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Tudo é como tem que ser, e o que tiver que acontecer, acontecerá e o que tiver de ser, será, o resto? É consequência .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mais é muito ruim, ver que todos a sua volta estão contra você, estão contra a sua vontade. e não poder fazer nada pra impedir, é como se uma bomba estivesse em suas mãos e você tivesse que escolher um fio entre 1000 pra salvar o mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mas se tudo isso acontece é por que alguém é o responsável, nada é por acaso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Assim como o efeito estufa acaba com o planeta, assim como o cigarro acaba com os pulmões, assim como as pessoas tentam destruir o que conquistamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;É difícil ver a realidade de tal forma, mas não temos outras saída, fazer o que ? fechar os olhos não adianta, pois você pode não enxergar mas sempre vai sentir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Vai sentir que tudo vai acabar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;"As vezes na vida encontramos pessoas capazes de nos fazer esquecer tal realidade, essas pessoas são quem nos ajuda abrir o olho e seguir a vida com a bomba ou sem a bomba na mão!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S95p-D54dRI/AAAAAAAAAOc/LPpIiJWa1PQ/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S95p-D54dRI/AAAAAAAAAOc/LPpIiJWa1PQ/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-1283454140651072206?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1283454140651072206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-que-fazer.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/1283454140651072206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/1283454140651072206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-que-fazer.html' title='o que fazer ?'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S95p2nY2e7I/AAAAAAAAAOU/JR8Mu3NxLDg/s72-c/Bomba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-5446487296007521095</id><published>2009-06-14T20:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T03:19:04.042-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que faz você feliz ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Afinal... o que faz você feliz?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lua, a praia, o mar&lt;br /&gt;A rua, a saia, amar...&lt;br /&gt;Um doce, uma dança, um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Ou é a goiabada com queijo?&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, o que faz você feliz?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate, paixão, dormir cedo, acordar tarde,&lt;br /&gt;Arroz com feijão, matar a saudade...&lt;br /&gt;O aumento, a casa, o carro que você sempre quis,&lt;br /&gt;Ou são os sonhos que te fazem feliz?&lt;br /&gt;Um filme, um dia, uma semana,&lt;br /&gt;Um bem, um biquíni, a grama...&lt;br /&gt;Dormir na rede, matar a sede, ler...&lt;br /&gt;Ou viver um romance?&lt;br /&gt;O que faz você feliz?&lt;br /&gt;Um lápis, uma letra, uma conversa boa&lt;br /&gt;Um cafuné, café com leite, rir à toa,&lt;br /&gt;Um pássaro, ser dono do seu nariz...&lt;br /&gt;Ou será um choro que te faz feliz?&lt;br /&gt;A causa, a pausa, o sorvete,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o vento, esquecer o tempo&lt;br /&gt;O sal, o sol, um som&lt;br /&gt;O ar, a pessoa ou o lugar?&lt;br /&gt;Agora me diz&lt;br /&gt;O que faz você feliz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/SjWSXlrGZSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nim3C7SLC8A/s1600-h/f_friendsm_3a145da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347341066519864610" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/SjWSXlrGZSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nim3C7SLC8A/s320/f_friendsm_3a145da.jpg" style="float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos felizes, louve a Deus&lt;br /&gt;Momentos dificeis busque a Deus,&lt;br /&gt;Momentos silenciosos, adore a Deus,&lt;br /&gt;Momentos dolorosos, confie em Deus&lt;br /&gt;E a cada momento, agradeça a Deus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-5446487296007521095?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5446487296007521095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-que-faz-voce-feliz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/5446487296007521095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/5446487296007521095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-que-faz-voce-feliz.html' title='O que faz você feliz ?'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/SjWSXlrGZSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nim3C7SLC8A/s72-c/f_friendsm_3a145da.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-9143484263510836570</id><published>2009-06-09T01:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:58:05.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplesmente.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S95xWYcEsYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/sX5jmVeMm-s/s1600/Duvida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S95xWYcEsYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/sX5jmVeMm-s/s320/Duvida.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Pouts, às vezes agente tem tanta certeza daquilo que queremos pra nossa vida, às vezes temos tanta certeza de quem realmente somos mais então como uma tempestade, coisas aparecem como gotas, raios como pessoas, e desastres como conseqüências, e agente se pergunta, será que eu sou isso que eu penso ser? Será que eu gosto disso? Será que eu gosto daquilo? Será que eu gosto dela? Será que eu estou apaixonado? Será que aquela pessoa vai me convencer, será que aquela pessoa vai me fazer feliz, será que devo fazer tudo o que quero, será que devo agir com a razão ou com o coração?Será que a vida é curta?Ou será que quando morremos, vivemos de um modo diferente? Será que o tempo um dia vai se esgotar? Será que é possível fazer calor no lugar mais gelado do mundo? Será que é possível eu me apaixonar pela pessoa que eu menos imaginava e essa pessoa que surgiu assim, do nada, como se tivesse saído da neblina e entrado na minha vida um dia vai me fazer sentir como eu sempre quis? Será que eu sou feliz? Será que eu faço as coisas certas?Será que eu vou ter um bom futuro? Será que eu sei matemática?Será que eu interpreto a vida como uma viaje ou como uma experiência? Será que eu penso no que devo ou faço o que não posso? Será que eu encontrei a "tal" pessoa? Será que essa pessoa me merece? Será que eu mereço essa pessoa?Pouts será que eu sou curioso? Será que todas essas perguntas têm respostas? Por que separado se escreve tudo junto e tudo junto se escreve separado? Por que às vezes as coisas não são como agente quer? Por que temos que lutar pra conseguir? Por que a vida um dia se transformará em morte? Por que choramos? Por que sentimos? Por que AMAMOS? Por que mentimos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S95xxvPULoI/AAAAAAAAAO8/R5S36Zt91Rc/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S95xxvPULoI/AAAAAAAAAO8/R5S36Zt91Rc/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-9143484263510836570?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/9143484263510836570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/06/simplismente.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/9143484263510836570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/9143484263510836570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/06/simplismente.html' title='Simplesmente.'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S95xWYcEsYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/sX5jmVeMm-s/s72-c/Duvida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-738543093170709807</id><published>2009-06-05T02:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T04:01:19.919-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquela menina.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S950jye_etI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Fyp1Ggpg1PU/s1600/Casal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S950jye_etI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Fyp1Ggpg1PU/s200/Casal.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Às vezes cometemos erros por bobeira, por não pensar duas vezes, por fazer o que da na telha. As vezes perdemos a menina que amamos, mais por que?&lt;br /&gt;Agente pensava coisas do tipo: como ela é chata, como ela é ciumenta, como ela me sufoca como ela consegue brigar tanto? Eu quero sair hoje, eu não quero ir lá, eu não quero fazer isso que ela quer. &lt;br /&gt;Mas agente também pensa coisas do tipo: que linda que ela ta ,que cheirinho bom ,que carinho gostoso ,que saudade ruim ,que bom estar com ela , que abraço bom.&lt;br /&gt;E sabemos que mesmo ela não nos impedindo de sair ou até mesmo agente não deixar que ela impeça , agente sente falta sim de sair , curtir sem dar satisfações ,sente falta de ir pra nigth e ficar com varias , sente falta de curtir com seus amigos sem preocupação , sente falta de bocas , gostos e assuntos diferentes . Provavelmente a "menina" deve pensar que pensamos assim né, pelo fato de todas as meninas pensarem assim, mas com certeza ela também deve pensar que você a ama sem limites e vocês são eternos. &lt;br /&gt;Mas sabemos que apesar de pensarmos em todas essas coisas , também pensamos na "menina" o dia todo , o tempo todo , antes de dormir , nos sonhos , sim sinto falta dela e ela é a menina mais perfeita do mundo .&lt;br /&gt;Mas como posso pensar tantas coisas assim de uma só menina ?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Na Real, foi ela que conquistou meu coração de tal forma que ninguém conseguiu , por que foi essa menina que me ajudou quando eu precisei , foi ela que me fez sorrir quando estava triste, foi ela que se tornou a minha menina. &lt;br /&gt;E pra não perder meu tempo com palavras românticas, eu escrevo e falo normalmente e ela também , afinal já nem noto mais que é ela quem eu amo , e então eu saio e esqueço, eu me divirto com meus amigos , e mato a saudade de dar aquela cantada diferente ,de conhecer novas pessoas, de ser feliz .Então um certo dia, essa menina se cansa e me deixa viver a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Mais era isso que eu queria ?&lt;br /&gt;Sim, isso que procurei, e isso que eu encontrei. &lt;br /&gt;Depois de ter curtido , ter conhecido novas pessoas , já é tarde e o coração daquela menina já pertence a outro garoto .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/Siiu2Y0ci_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/RGq-_krFshA/s1600-h/VIVER+SEM+VC.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Então um dia desse eu encontro a tal menina que eu achei que tinha me esquecido , e meu coração dispara , meus olhos se enchem de lágrima , e passa um filme de todos os momentos bons que vivemos , então de repente o filme acaba com um final que eu não esperava , e aquela garota acompanhada do seu namorado me da um beijo no rosto e vai embora .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S950qZPy8dI/AAAAAAAAAPM/zdLZonH1Hy0/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S950qZPy8dI/AAAAAAAAAPM/zdLZonH1Hy0/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-738543093170709807?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/738543093170709807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/06/alo-planeta-terra-chamando.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/738543093170709807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/738543093170709807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/06/alo-planeta-terra-chamando.html' title='Aquela menina.'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S950jye_etI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Fyp1Ggpg1PU/s72-c/Casal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-2130085938305096568</id><published>2009-05-27T01:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T00:42:35.728-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu quero ser feliz antes de mais nada .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-XfBSZlBI/AAAAAAAAAPU/cUmMD7NHQOg/s1600/Lapis1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-XfBSZlBI/AAAAAAAAAPU/cUmMD7NHQOg/s200/Lapis1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Hoje, um dia aparentemente normal, &amp;nbsp;sem grandes acontecimentos, sem grandes realizações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Porém, o que aparentava tão normal, se tornou algo tão especial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Pensamentos veio como uma onda, e tudo o que estava parado começou a se movimentar, e eu percebi que me cansei de tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Me cansei de ser uma pessoa que não sou, me cansei de ouvir pessoas que eu detesto e fingir que esta tudo bem, cansei de ter que sorrir pra tudo e todos. Será que nem vê, ninguém entende?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Poxa, eu já sofri tanto tentando fazer alguém feliz e esquecendo da minha própria felicidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Mas acho que caiu a ficha, acho que percebi que tentar fazer os outros felizes não vai me ajudar, não vai me fazer feliz, não vai trazer o que quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Foi com esse pensamento de tentar fazer os outros felizes, que me dei mal, que perdi o amor da minha vida. Mas isso é passado, pra que fala disso agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Passado? Só lembranças boas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Agora é pensar no futuro e no presente, e o meu presente está em outra pessoa, que eu vou fazer de tudo pra conquistar . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Por que as coisas não é como agente quer ?&amp;nbsp;Quem disse quem disse que não ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Cada um constrói sua própria historia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Por que a vida é como um lápis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Pois é com o lápis que você escreve uma historia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Você pode errar e quebrar a "ponta", porém você pode apontar novamente e apagar o erro com a borracha, mas sempre ficam "manchas".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Mas um dia, depois de muito apontar esse lápis, ele se acaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/alo-planeta-terra-chamando.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/2130085938305096568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/2130085938305096568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/alo-planeta-terra-chamando.html' title='Eu quero ser feliz antes de mais nada .'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-XfBSZlBI/AAAAAAAAAPU/cUmMD7NHQOg/s72-c/Lapis1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-1408325403531690224</id><published>2009-05-24T11:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T00:56:41.409-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia chato e sem cor .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-a1zstKMI/AAAAAAAAAPk/8ThsOJTL2SE/s1600/dia+de+domingo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-a1zstKMI/AAAAAAAAAPk/8ThsOJTL2SE/s320/dia+de+domingo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;chei que o dia de hoje não iria ser nenhum pouco agradável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Pra começar, acordei atrasado pro Crisma, logo depois chego em casa e descubro que vou ter que ficar em casa o dia todo sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Eu poderia muito bem dizer que eu adoro ficar em casa sozinho, mas essa não é a verdade, eu detesto ficar sozinho em casa, eu detesto fica fazendo coisas inúteis pra ver se o tempo passa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Então eu decidi postar, e falar um pouco do que eu estava sentindo, e na verdade mesmo ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Eu estou super solitário, penso em tudo e todos , e as vezes isso é horrível. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ninguém pra conversar, ninguém pra me ouvir, ninguém pra me contar, ninguém pra sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Fiquei eu aqui na net, só lendo BLOGS e BLOGS, e então eu cai na real, que eu sou feliz e nem percebo, tem tanta gente com problemas de verdade e eu fico aqui reclamando de ficar sozinho em casa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Então como se em um toque de mágica, tudo que estava sem cor ficou colorido, tudo que estava mudo começou a cantar encantadoramente, tudo que estava escondido apareceu, e a música tomou conta de mim, até a fome bater, e ir preparar alguma coisa pra comer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Então , enquanto estava comendo, pensei em todas as pessoas que passam fome, e agradeci à Deus por eu ter tudo que muitos não tem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;É, ao invés de reclamar da vida, por que não olhamos para o céu e agradecemos ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Por que não nos contentamos em ser feliz com o que temos, por que sempre queremos mais e mais ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;A verdade é que somos todos tolos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mas um dia agente aprende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;E passar um domingo sozinho em casa, sem ter nada pra fazer, nenhum lugar para ir, ninguém pra conversar, pode ser muito ruim sim, mas tenha certeza que é melhor que muita coisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Quer saber, pra ter um dia bom, não precisa ser domingo e estar na casa de um primo ou amigo, pra ter um dia bom, basta querer !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;E tudo o que é chato se esconderá e o belo se apresentará !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-a8hG9a1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/fgQGg9tkNxQ/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-a8hG9a1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/fgQGg9tkNxQ/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: 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href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/dia-chato-e-sem-cor.html' title='Dia chato e sem cor .'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-a1zstKMI/AAAAAAAAAPk/8ThsOJTL2SE/s72-c/dia+de+domingo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-5083760410549018333</id><published>2009-05-23T01:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T00:49:19.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo de perder você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/Shd3H0SNTMI/AAAAAAAAADs/J7_ILbuAQcQ/s1600-h/m%C3%83%C2%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-dfJIldvI/AAAAAAAAAP0/QcsFNjxb-8I/s1600/m_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-dfJIldvI/AAAAAAAAAP0/QcsFNjxb-8I/s200/m_o.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Hoje acordei tão decidido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt; Decidido que iria te falar tudo o que sinto, tudo o que quero, tudo o que penso, mas de repente você surge e todos os planos desaparecem, todos os planos se escondem de novo com medo da verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de te perder , mas como eu posso perder algo que não possuo ?&lt;br /&gt;As vezes quando vou dormir penso em tudo o que aconteceu entre a gente... Os momentos de risada , de tristeza , de "coisas chatas" , de alegria,&amp;nbsp; e então eu penso tanto e chego a uma única conclusão, os melhores momentos são com você .&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso dizer mais nada,&amp;nbsp;né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Na verdade eu vou dizer sim, não que eu precise, mais sim que eu queira dizer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Eu quero que saiba, que eu tenho medo, tenho medo de te perder pra uma cois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;a chamada "sempre" !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt; Tenho medo que essa fase boa se acabe e só nos reste lembranças, tenho medo que aconteça novamente, tenho medo que tudo se repita, tenho medo de olhar pra trás e me arrepender de não ter feito nada para impedir, tenho medo de olhar pra trás e ver que você não está mais ali, tenho medo de ouvir aquela musica sem você, tenho medo que você se vá, que você me deixe, que você encontre outro alguém, tenho medo que a vida te leve de mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-dlIa2jOI/AAAAAAAAAP8/jUQb1PeKtGQ/s1600/medo+da+vida.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;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;A vida é uma caixinha de surpresas e quando agente menos espera, pode acontecer algo que mude completamente a historia ou até mesmo que possa acabar completamente com ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-drwtWl4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/DeR66OlVFVM/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-drwtWl4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/DeR66OlVFVM/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-5083760410549018333?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5083760410549018333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/medo-de-perder-voce.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/5083760410549018333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/5083760410549018333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/medo-de-perder-voce.html' title='Medo de perder você'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-dfJIldvI/AAAAAAAAAP0/QcsFNjxb-8I/s72-c/m_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-3625610038336507434</id><published>2009-05-22T02:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:18:30.971-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-f-MFvmHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/iuJX2JJ-epk/s1600/tempo+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-f-MFvmHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/iuJX2JJ-epk/s320/tempo+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O tempo é algo tão encantador, ninguém sabe quando ele acaba , quando ele começa , ele sempre repete e repete todo o dia , mais todo dia ele é diferente .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Todo dia o ponteiro do relógio volta no 12 e todo dia ele acaba no 12 e logo depois de acabar ele começa de novo no mesmo lugar que acabou . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Afinal , quanto tempo o tempo tem ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Como saber ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;como entender ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Sempre paramos pra ver a hora, mas já pensamos na hora? Já paramos para pensar o quanto o tempo é importante em nossa vida ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Se não existisse tempo, não existiria noite, não existiria dia, não existiria frio, não existira calor, se não existisse o tempo, não existiriam os dias, os meses, os anos, se não existisse o tempo, como saberíamos a hora de chegar na escola, a hora de trabalhar, se não existisse tempo não existira vida, não existiria nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;O tempo guarda as melhores lembranças e apaga as piores, o tempo é o remédio da tristeza, o tempo é a esperança e o futuro,o tempo é o passado,o tempo é o presente .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/ShZAwmfpIfI/AAAAAAAAADk/Vx2uxaNUcUE/s1600-h/tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;O que você acabou de ler já é passado, o tempo já passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Sim, o tempo é mesmo muito incrível, é algo admirável, algo perfeito, pois o tempo nunca erra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Tempo é algo precioso que passa rápido, por isso viva intensamente, por que o tempo não pode parar para agente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-gCkNgyBI/AAAAAAAAAQU/281_w7Wd1i8/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-gCkNgyBI/AAAAAAAAAQU/281_w7Wd1i8/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-3625610038336507434?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/3625610038336507434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/3625610038336507434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/3625610038336507434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-tempo.html' title='O tempo'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-f-MFvmHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/iuJX2JJ-epk/s72-c/tempo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-6901463195393629672</id><published>2009-05-20T17:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:24:17.525-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lugar dos sonhos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/ShRjvzfoQrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yBmPOGbFh8c/s1600-h/FANTASYA-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-hQ-0v6XI/AAAAAAAAAQc/V5kMQHEUqu0/s1600/Livro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="189" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-hQ-0v6XI/AAAAAAAAAQc/V5kMQHEUqu0/s200/Livro.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Hoje sonhei esar no lugar mais lindo do mundo, com a pessoa que amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mas as vezes acho que esse sonho está muito distante de mim, as vezes sonhamos demais e nos iludimos e quando acordamos vemos que tudo não passou de um sonho, e logo depois que acordamos vem o sofrimento a dor de ver a verdade .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Voce prefere chorar ou sorrir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;( ) Chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;(x)Sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Então por que chorar ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Temos que entender que na vida existem coisas que dão certo e coisas que infelizmente não são possiveis de acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;A vida é como um grandioso livro, podemos ler varios livros e nunca n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;os esqueceremos da historia de cada um deles, porem não terminamos de ler muitos desses livros, as vezes lemos somente a primeira pagina e muitas vezes não gostamos, e se a primeira pagina conter algum erro, vire a pagina, porém não se esqueça do erro da primeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Se você perder o sentido de ler aquele livro, mude e escolha outro, mais nunca jogue fora aquele. Guarde ele no melhor lugar, o coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;As vezes achamos que lemos o livro toodo e quando percebemos, só vimos o resumo .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Mas temos que lembrar sempre, toda historia pode ter um final feliz, basta escreve-lo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-hWCNkw7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/nX0QqKHnAJ0/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-hWCNkw7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/nX0QqKHnAJ0/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-6901463195393629672?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6901463195393629672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/lugar-dos-sonhos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/6901463195393629672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/6901463195393629672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/lugar-dos-sonhos.html' title='Lugar dos sonhos.'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-hQ-0v6XI/AAAAAAAAAQc/V5kMQHEUqu0/s72-c/Livro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-6769159089123019057</id><published>2009-05-20T00:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:36:12.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-mc4-Jd3I/AAAAAAAAARM/PSw7z-CLPMA/s1600/Infancia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-mc4-Jd3I/AAAAAAAAARM/PSw7z-CLPMA/s320/Infancia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Não sei por que, mas hoje acordei com a sensação de estar acordando cedo com o uniforme da escola onde eu estudei por 8 anos.&amp;nbsp;Hoje acordei com a sensação de ter 10 anos de novo, ter aqueles amigos, os amigos com quem fiz um pacto de ser amigos para sempre, e que Hoje só encontro pelo acaso, no shopping, no Super mercado, na rua quem sabe. Amigos que amei demais e passei os melhores momentos da minha vida e os que me ajudaram a construir a infância feliz.&amp;nbsp;Me lembro de tudo, das brincadeiras, das brigas, das piadas, do primeiro beijo, da primeira garota que me apaixonei, e onde tudo isso foi parar ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;No coração e na memória, e o tal pacto de SER amigos pra sempre?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Sabemos que o sempre sempre acaba e que se não cuidarmos o tempo leva tudo embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Mas a verdade é que novos amigos apareceram e esses novos amigos hoje, é que me fazem feliz, me fazem sorrir, me fazem passar momentos incríveis, me fazem ver a vida de uma forma melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Amigos de verdade são aqueles que ficam quando todos os demais se vão e que permanece quando todos os demais desaparecem!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Òh Deus, como é bom ter amigos,ter alguém que te de valor, alguém que goste de você , alguém com quem você possa contar, alguém com quem você possa dividir os segredos mais secretos, alguém que você sabe que vai encontrar tudo que precisa para ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Pena que existem poucos amigos de verdade, por que amigos tem ao monte, mas os verdadeiros são raros, são indispensáveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;E eu tenho saudades sim dos velhos tempos, em que agente brincava de pular corda, de policia e ladrão, de batê cartinha, de jogar Super Trunfo, de pular amarelinha, de jogar Mário Bros, de assistir 101 dalmatas, de assistir o melhor seriado da TV cultura "NO MUNDO DA LUA", de brincar de lutinha, de jogar bola na rua, de ir ao clube e ficar na piscina sem saber nadar, de ir pescar nos fins de semana e não pescar nenhum peixinho, de acordar cedo só pra assistir os desenhos animados, de fazer tudo e ser inocente, &amp;nbsp;saudades de ser criança de, saudades de não ter nada para se preocupar, não ter responsabilidades, saudades de ser o anjinho da mamãe, saudades da melhor fase da vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Por isso viva a vida intensamente por que um dia no futuro você vai olhar para o seu passado e agradecer a Deus por ter vivido e não apenas ter passado pela vida !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-mhACw90I/AAAAAAAAARU/CwkiwAa3mWc/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-mhACw90I/AAAAAAAAARU/CwkiwAa3mWc/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/475274525427948770-4407798095519620963?l=estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4407798095519620963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-passado.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/4407798095519620963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/475274525427948770/posts/default/4407798095519620963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estounomeumundodalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-passado.html' title='O passado'/><author><name>Kelvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06179623007583195440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9kGNBr8ReI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r0UP0CDsKiQ/S220/OgAAAPXdwQiXV1f_T7c1blF5NYnxMRFKhEWLiEzDRZt6pLEV1qoEgncmG0LZwOWBT541qEqraLAnvWYW5OLW_c9lZFAAm1T1UM9egULWn1OJ99u8ZOyPimGj_4od.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-mc4-Jd3I/AAAAAAAAARM/PSw7z-CLPMA/s72-c/Infancia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-475274525427948770.post-3862144327011432464</id><published>2009-05-18T01:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:55:20.788-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é sonhar ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-oc4QDncI/AAAAAAAAARc/04SCgNHiIrQ/s1600/No+mundo+da+Lua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-oc4QDncI/AAAAAAAAARc/04SCgNHiIrQ/s320/No+mundo+da+Lua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Para muitos sonhar é apenas pensar dormindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Para outros, sonhar, é ter objetivos ,é ter imaginação, é se auto superar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Mas na verdade o que é sonhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;cada um vê de um jeito diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Alguns acham que sonhar é&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;sair na chuva sem se molhar , ser rico sem trabalho , ser inteligente sem estudar ,ser alguém sem mesmo ter nascido, ser forte mesmo sem comer, ser magro mesmo comendo demais, ser a melhor pessoa do mundo mesmo sendo a pior, ser o presidente da lua, ter tudo mesmo tendo nada, ter todos mesmo tendo ninguém, viver sem respirar, poder voar, poder morar em baixo da agua, conseguir fazer o que quiser quando quiser e como quiser, saber como é o céu, conhecer Deus e descobrir todos os mistérios da vida. Sonhar é poder salvar o próximo, salvar o mundo com um simples gesto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Quando sonhamos nos transportamos para um universo paralelo onde tudo é possível, e tudo pode acontecer, onde acreditamos ser o personagem do filme , acreditamos poder namorar aquela garota dos sonhos, acreditamos estar no lugar mais lindo do mundo, acreditamos ser alguém que não somos, acreditamos ser o melhor , acreditamos poder fazer a diferença , acreditamos que tudo é como agente quer , acreditamos que podemos tudo, acreditamos que tudo é paz, amor, harmonia, alegria, felicidade&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;em style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;, emoção, acreditamos na perfeição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Quando sonhamos absolutamente tudo é perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Por isso corra atrás do seus sonhos para atingir a perfeição , mesmo que eles sejam impossiveis, mas lembre-se sempre, o impossivel&amp;nbsp;é algo que alguém ainda não realizou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-ogzmB2jI/AAAAAAAAARk/xAZOQ-YAyIo/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7dtdQp9SU-M/S9-ogzmB2jI/AAAAAAAAARk/xAZOQ-YAyIo/s200/imagem.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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