<?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-5505026521425125067</id><updated>2011-12-02T04:07:47.842-02:00</updated><category term='de lauene'/><category term='amigos'/><category term='thão'/><category term='calma'/><category term='baleio'/><category term='tenso'/><category term='saudade'/><category term='maria leticia'/><category term='amor'/><category term='cedo demais'/><category term='parte morena'/><category term='paixão'/><category term='flor/'/><category term='bico'/><category term='e agora'/><category term='paciência'/><category term='vida'/><category term='pra sempre'/><category term='natal'/><category term='foda'/><category term='Nathi Lahós'/><category term='gá'/><category term='chico xavier'/><category term='lauene'/><category term='anjo'/><category term='amizade'/><category term='melhores'/><category term='mais ou menos'/><category term='beijos'/><category term='já era'/><category term='titio'/><category term='amém'/><title type='text'>de lauene para lauene</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-4669458512532685209</id><published>2011-03-15T11:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T11:37:27.225-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cedo demais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='titio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><title type='text'>cedo demais! s2</title><content type='html'>hoje eu vou postar uma música só...&lt;div&gt;entre várias que me lembram essa pessoa mais que especial na minha vida, essa é a mais recente q eu ouvi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;só é bom sentir saudade quando sabemos que ainda vamos saciá-la ao encontrar a pessoa novamente. caso contrário, fica só o vazio... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;titio &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;s2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;"É tão estranho&lt;br /&gt;Os bons morrem jovens&lt;br /&gt;Assim parece ser&lt;br /&gt;Quando me lembro de você&lt;br /&gt;Que acabou indo embora&lt;br /&gt;Cedo demais&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;Quando eu lhe dizia&lt;br /&gt;Me apaixono todo dia&lt;br /&gt;É sempre a pessoa errada&lt;br /&gt;Você sorriu e disse&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto de você também&lt;br /&gt;Só que você foi embora...&lt;br /&gt;Cedo demais!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;Eu continuo aqui&lt;br /&gt;Meu trabalho e meus amigos&lt;br /&gt;E me lembro de você&lt;br /&gt;Em dias assim&lt;br /&gt;Dia de chuva&lt;br /&gt;Dia de sol&lt;br /&gt;E o que sinto não sei dizer...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;Vai com os anjos&lt;br /&gt;Vai em paz&lt;br /&gt;Era assim todo dia de tarde&lt;br /&gt;A descoberta da amizade&lt;br /&gt;Até a próxima vez...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;É tão estranho&lt;br /&gt;Os bons morrem antes&lt;br /&gt;Me lembro de você&lt;br /&gt;E de tanta gente que se foi&lt;br /&gt;Cedo demais!&lt;br /&gt;E cedo demais...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;Eu aprendi a ter&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que sempre quis&lt;br /&gt;Só não aprendi a perder&lt;br /&gt;E eu que tive um começo feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Do resto não sei dizer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;Lembro das tardes que passamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Não é sempre mais eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Que você está bem agora&lt;br /&gt;Só que neste mundo&lt;br /&gt;O verão acabou.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;Cedo demais!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;Legião Urbana - Os bons morrem jovens&lt;/p&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/5505026521425125067-4669458512532685209?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/4669458512532685209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2011/03/cedo-demais-s2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/4669458512532685209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/4669458512532685209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2011/03/cedo-demais-s2.html' title='cedo demais! s2'/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-5448671122492447392</id><published>2011-03-06T17:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T18:15:12.527-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nathi Lahós'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flor/'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parte morena'/><title type='text'>Nathi Lahós...</title><content type='html'>heello!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é bem difícil eu escrever um post pra uma pessoa só. falar dela e dedicar somente a ela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;isso é porque minha vida gira, mexe, chacoalha tanto que sempre tem mais de uma pessoa envolvida em tudo que me acontece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas, ao mesmo tempo, existem pessoas que permanecem... não obrigatoriamente fazem parte da vida a todo o tempo, mas estão sempre presentes e disponíveis. aliás, acho que DISPOSTAS, seria a palavra que melhor se encaixa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;então, o tempo passa, anda, corre e a pessoa tá ali... sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pra isso, aquilo,  pra tudo ou nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e hoje o post vai pra alguém assim: que de certa forma sou quase eu. é difícil explicar, mas ela é minha 'alma gêmea', de tãããão igual. não somos parecidas. as coisas com a gente são assim: IGUAIS! idênticas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ainda vou pesquisar mais sobre isso e volto no assunto. mas, mesmo que não seja esse o título, ela é minha amiga, querida, amada, irmã, companheira, parceira, confidente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sabe taaaaaaaantas coisas sobre mim, me conhece mais que eu mesma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é mais que alegria, honra e orgulho em tê-la... fico lisonjeada por fazer parte da vida dela também, assim como ela faz da minha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;risadas, choros, segredos, companhia, tv, bbb, novelas, fotos, lembranças, saudades, músicas, passeios, papo-cabeça, jogar conversa fora, pesquisas, cor de roupa, escolha do almoço/janta, palpites, conselhos, broncas, cuidados, atenção... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nathi Lahós&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o que seria de mim sem você eu não sei, e sinceramente, prefiro não saber, porque se a 'escolha' dependesse só de mim, eu escolheria tê-la pra sempre...e seria exatamente assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;distância é a gente quem faz... os quilômetros, a cidade, o estado distanciam apenas a carne e a presença física, o sentimento não. esse fica, e esse sim só depende da gente mantê-los.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e vocês está mais presente aqui, do que muita gente com quem eu convivo fisicamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;claro que eu sinto falta de você 'por perto' pra passearmos, mas isso a gente 'repõe' quando você vier pra cá (ou eu pra aí - se Deus quiser).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que Deus ilumine sempre sempre seu caminho e te ajude a fazer as melhores escolhas na vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaamo muito muito você!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bregada por tuuuuuuuuuudo. por ser você, por estar presente, disponível e disposta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beeeeeeeeijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s8s8s8s8s8s8s8s8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e como em quase todos os posts, agora tem uma música, pra você também ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/anjos-de-resgate-musicas/94782/"&gt;http://letras.terra.com.br/anjos-de-resgate-musicas/94782/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;espero que você goste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;até jajá no msn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505026521425125067-5448671122492447392?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/5448671122492447392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2011/03/nathi-lahos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/5448671122492447392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/5448671122492447392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2011/03/nathi-lahos.html' title='Nathi Lahós...'/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-6216026295686377584</id><published>2010-12-21T11:04:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T11:28:09.793-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beijos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natal'/><title type='text'>vida...nova?!</title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já passou formatura: festa e colação.&lt;br /&gt;e as coisas que me deixaram mais felizes, por incrível que pareça, não estava nada relacionada com as datas e sim com pessoas e fatos externos a esse momento tão 'importante' na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claro que a graduação em si foi um mérito e questão de orgulho pra mim e minha família. mas a sensação de alívio e dever cumprido falou mais alto nos (muitos) momentos chatos que eu passei ao longo desse tempo e principalmente, nesse ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falando em 2010, ele está chegando ao fim. acho um tremenda bobagem esperarmos chegar 1º de janeiro do próximo ano para 'mudar' algo em nós. não precisa de data marcada pra isso. é só querer, se empenhar e pronto. se pode ser agora, hoje, pq esperar tal dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natal, final de ano...essa época me deprime mais do que anima. essas músicas e a situação de ver os valores invertidos nas pessoas me deixa pensativa e angustiada. saudade da infância, de qdo meus olhos não viam maldade (mesmo ela já existindo), de qdo eu não reconhecia e não absorvia as coisas ruins que as pessoas fazem e sabem fazer tão bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minha vida vai ter algumas mudanças, meu contrato acaba na Assessoria, eu já não terei mais o vínculo com aula toda noite, e agora sim preciso de um Sr. emprego. minha ceia e virada de ano serão diferentes, mesmo ainda não sabendo qual a programação deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;balanço.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabe, ando chateada com algumas coisas... que não são fúteis. tenho observado mais do que falado e evitando mais do que procurando.&lt;br /&gt;é como se ninguém conseguisse alcançar meu 'mundo particular'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu aprendi muitas coisas nesse ano...entre elas, que as pessoas ao nosso redor não gostam de monotonia. é preciso surpreender e fazer acontecer, às vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aprendi que a maioria das pessoas só permanecem próximas a vc até o momento que você convém a ela. dps ela se afasta e se aproxima de outra pessoa q oferece mais ou outras coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aprendi tbm que é preciso e necessário saber lidar com vc mesmo antes de agir com o próximo. se vc está bem consigo, por pior que seja a interferência de certos acontecimentos, vc tem a base pra se manter em pé e seguro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, e segurança, muitas vezes é sinônimo de solidão. é aprendendo a viver sozinho que vc se mantém firme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claro que tudo isso foram algumas das lições que EU tive e a minha opinião sobre elas.&lt;br /&gt;o que não quer dizer que é uma verdade absoluta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os beijos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai os beijos. esses vão pros mesmos de sempre (e pra quem acompanha o blog, já percebeu que eu mudei de público algumas vezes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathi Zivi, Lê de Paula, Gui Gandini, Lucy&lt;br /&gt;Lê Casagrande, Nathi Ribeiro, Gá&lt;br /&gt;Thuany, Fer, Má, Tiago Venturini&lt;br /&gt;Giovana, Bruno&lt;br /&gt;Marilene, Marco&lt;br /&gt;Estela, Sandra, Martinha, Carmen&lt;br /&gt;Meu irmão, minha mãe, meus avós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=*********************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505026521425125067-6216026295686377584?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/6216026295686377584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/12/vidanova.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/6216026295686377584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/6216026295686377584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/12/vidanova.html' title='vida...nova?!'/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-7618022495282578642</id><published>2010-11-04T09:39:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T10:04:25.575-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tenso'/><title type='text'>#tenso</title><content type='html'>faz uns dias que eu não escrevo.&lt;br /&gt;bom, aqui, né? escrevi umas coisinhas aleatórias e com destinatários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre o fim de semana: calmo e confuso.&lt;br /&gt;fiquei sem saber o que pensar várias vezes, me questionei, me cobrei muito também. até me policiei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daí comecei a fazer o seguinte: eu quero, eu faço. deu vontade, eu ligo, apareço, grito, converso, vou atrás. cansei de esperar as coisas chegarem a mim. oportunidades se criam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaass...de certa forma, isso também cansa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e sabe do que eu mais tô cansada? de perguntas. bobas, cretinas, curiosas, especuladoras, maliciosas. não tem nada de bom pra me falar: não fala! simples assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acho que deve ser o twitter que me deixou breve e direta, lá cabem poucos caracteres e a gente precisa expressar a idéia rapidamente. isso é um baita exercício pra mim, que sou suuuuper enrolada. adoro contar e contar, rodear pra depois falar o principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;durante esses dias eu também passei por umas crises: de amizade, de existência e de carência.&lt;br /&gt;eu tive umas amizades frustadas e um sentimento de vazio ENORME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheguei a conclusão (de novo) que sou eu por mim mesma. só que agora, cada dia mais eu fico na minha (tô aprendendo, enfim!), diferente de antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na sexta, eu percebi o quão grotesca uma pessoa pode ser. foi ridículo.&lt;br /&gt;no sábado, eu me senti só mais uma no meio de uma multidão de pessoas, na qual ninguém se importa de verdade com você.&lt;br /&gt;no domingo (ai o domingo), aprendi muito ficando em casa.&lt;br /&gt;na segunda, eu percebi que tem gente que vai com a minha cara, que eu sou querida e faço bem a alguém. mas também, me senti mal por falta de considerações.&lt;br /&gt;na terça, a vida esfregou tanta coisa (boa e ruim) na minha cara que eu fiquei estatelada esperando a semana começar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ontem, as coisas voltaram ao seu rumo natural. td normal. pra quem tá de fora.&lt;br /&gt;porque pra mim...aff..tô confusa demais pra escolher alguma coisa. eu podia ser (bem) escolhida.&lt;br /&gt;aliás, ADORARIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje eu deixo o meu bregada pra todas as pessoas que de certa forma me fizeram 'mal' esses dias, seja no trabalho, na faculdade, no coração, na amizade. eu tô falando da vida em geral.&lt;br /&gt;decepção não mata, ensinar a viver (e a beber também). a gente aprende muito errando, chorando...só não vale se lamentar, isso corroe por dentro e machuca demais. já não basta o que nos fazem passar, seria injusto nos judiarmos. a não ser que se faça necessário (alguns casos extremos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bregada por tuuuuuuuudo, meu Deus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505026521425125067-7618022495282578642?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/7618022495282578642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/11/tenso.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/7618022495282578642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/7618022495282578642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/11/tenso.html' title='#tenso'/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-7179966012908808310</id><published>2010-10-25T15:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:47:57.299-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e agora'/><title type='text'>e agora?! [3]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;só a música só...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Eu já não sei mais o que faço com meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho mais o controle da situação&lt;br /&gt;Todo caminho que eu sigo me leva a você&lt;br /&gt;E quanto mais tento fugir, eu me aproximo mais&lt;br /&gt;Não tem mais jeito, já se foi, razão ficou pra trás&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sigo meus instintos, medo de sofrer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;E se eu me entregar, será que vai rolar?&lt;br /&gt;Sou um doente, apaixonado, e ela tem razão&lt;br /&gt;Se for pra ser assim, eu vou cuidar de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu penso em desistir, e ela diz que não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Meu coração apaixonado, atormentado, em dores&lt;br /&gt;Procura entre os outros, o inventor dos amores&lt;br /&gt;Espero que essa paixão nunca me deixe mal&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero te amar e também quero ser amado&lt;br /&gt;Desejo ser o seu amor, e não o seu escravo&lt;br /&gt;Espero que essa paixão não tenha ponto final&lt;br /&gt;Se não, Adeus tchau tchau!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Inventor dos amores - Jorge e Mateus e Gustavo Lima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/5505026521425125067-7179966012908808310?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/7179966012908808310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-agora-3.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/7179966012908808310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/7179966012908808310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-agora-3.html' title='e agora?! [3]'/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-8785402928848741995</id><published>2010-10-24T10:36:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T11:27:52.044-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixão'/><title type='text'>algumas paixões.</title><content type='html'>Bom dia!&lt;div&gt;hoje é domingo. e os meus, costumam não ser grandes dias, mas, 'hoje eu só que o dia termine bem'. não tô esperando por nada acontecer mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois bem, acordei com vontade de escrever, contar e falar sobre as minhas paixões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou apaixonada por taaaaanta coisa e pessoas. claro que por cada um de um jeito diferente. mas mesmo assim é paixão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Defino essa palavra como um grande e intenso estimo por alguma coisa/pessoa. ela é forte, imensa. às vezes até dói, machuca. é aquilo que tem que ser na hora, pra agora. é grande e parece que vai sair de dentro de você. traz sensação de necessidade e às vezes de impotência sob os fatos. mas ela pode acabar. ela é finita. tudo vai depender do quão você e a pessoa alimentam tal sentimento. e também, é relativa quanto a tudo que a pessoa lhe oferece. isso também traumatiza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei se eu vou conseguir lembrar de TUDO pelo que sou apaiiixonada, mas eu vou tentar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Gá é dono do meu amor, orgulho, paixão... laços de irmãos são assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Thu é minha boneeeca, aquela amiga assim INDISPENSÁVEL. sou apaixonada nela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tive e tenho um amigo que também é minha paixão, por mais não nos falemos durante um mês, quando conversamos, parece que nunca ficamos distantes: Rafa Humel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou apaaaaixonada em tt (é assim que chamo o leite). tomo dia e noite. e muito por sinal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lê Casagrande e Nathi Ribeiro: amigas e paixões de infância. hoje em dia eu troco qq programa pra fazer nada junto com elas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Também tenho paixão por livros, cadernos, canetas coloridas, internet, não vivo sem celular e nem sem câmera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou apaaaaixonada em sabonete dove, em perfume doce (amor amor - cacharel, cecita - o boticário, fantasy - britney spears), em fotos (tirar e posar), em ursos de pelúcia (de qualquer espécie), em estampas de bola e listras, em preto e branco, não mais do que pink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho paixão no tennis Adidas Hellbender (mas tenho problemas em encontra-lo no meu número), vestidos e chinelo havaiana, só uso acessórios prata e brincos de argola. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apesar de fazer publicidade, eu sou APAIXONADÍISIIMMAA em, crianças! bebês são as coisas mais fofas e puras que existem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outra paixão é a Escola onde eu trabalhei: Estela (minha mãe e amiga do coração), Sandra, Marta, Maria Antonia, Lu Ferregutti, Carmen... todas fazem parte dum conjunto de pessoas que me fazem bem. me sinto em casa lá. tenho saudades e procuro sempre visita-las.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu relógio, meu óculos e o escapulário são paixões também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Zenilde é uma paixão. queria poder ter escolhido a sogra pelo menos iuhaiuahaiu. com toda certeza seria ela. uma mãe pra mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Cath é uma paixãozinha também. ela é pequena, por isso o diminutivo, que menina fooofuuxa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Fer (japaneusa) e a Má (gurdis) são outras duas paixões. tããão queridas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lê Isepan, paixão de amiga. meudesusdocéu! me conhece tãão bem, sinto tanta falta. é essencial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Nathi Lahós (a parte loira de mim: como ela diz). somos quase irmãs por gostos, preferências e semelhanças. e por sentimento também, claro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Renan, a Maiene e o Marco. um é príncipe, ela é uma fofa e o outro iluminado. essa família é demais. não tem como não ser apaixonada neles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho paixão na Lê, Nathi e Fábio (da assessoria), como eles me tratam, agem comigo, me ouvem, me ajudam, aconselham e se preocupam. eternamente grata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posso dizer que sou apaixonada no Bruno também. por todas as coisinhas que vivemos. ligações, comunidades iuahiauha, mensagens, estrelas, abraços, sonhos, sorrisos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem o Titio, minha paixão por ele sempre foi visível e recíproca. nada diminui isso, e essa é infinita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai... ai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já fui apaixonada por várias pessoas e hoje em dia não sou mais. passou, acabou. por mim ou por elas, as coisas tiveram fim. tomara que elas tenham sabido e percebido na época que eu era apaixonada por tal. e se não souberam dar valor, agora é tarde. e se deram, certamente vivemos grandes momentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu esqueci de alguém, jaja eu vou lembrar. Volto a escrever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ótimo dia pra mim, pra vocês!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um beeeijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505026521425125067-8785402928848741995?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/8785402928848741995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/10/algumas-paixoes.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/8785402928848741995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/8785402928848741995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/10/algumas-paixoes.html' title='algumas paixões.'/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-3704034256667047660</id><published>2010-10-14T09:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:33:30.817-03:00</updated><title type='text'>correr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;posso cantar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); " &gt;"o tempo passa e no seu lugar ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); " &gt;tento te esquecer, mas isso não me faz bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); " &gt;eu quero só você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); " &gt;todos me falam que você não vai voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); " &gt;mas eu não ligo não consigo acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); " &gt;eu quero só você."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); " &gt;Amanhã sei lá - Michel Teló&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;vou explicar (pra mim mesma) também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parei (de novo) e pensei: primeiro eu preciso decidir O QUE eu quero pra dps bolar o plano, certo?&lt;br /&gt;não tenho me saído muito bem quando o assunto é escolha.&lt;br /&gt;até parece que eu não sei decidir o que é melhor pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o fato é até sonhar com isso virou rotina. e, dizem que qdo algo começa a não te fazer (só) bem, é a hora de vc subtrair aquilo de você, da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;bom, eu já (fingi) que esqueci tanta coisa. por que não mais uma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não porque eu encerro o assunto aqui que ele finaliza no meu pensamento. muito pelo contrário.&lt;br /&gt;fugir dele, me faz pensar e querer cada dia mais. mas isso não tem sido o suficiente pra ele se realizar.&lt;br /&gt;pode ser que precise de um sinal meu pra ser concretizado (ou não). o difícil é saber como, quando e onde agir/falar/fazer algo.&lt;br /&gt;sou a favor do ditado "na dúvida não faça nada". então, eu tava precisando ter certeza, da sua certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até quando eu vou ficar nessa? até quando eu decidir que não quero mais isso pra mim. não é tão fácil, mas não é impossível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"chega eu não quero mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ficar te esperando, pra mim tanto faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;chega, um longo tempo se passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;é hora da despedida desse nosso amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;é um absurdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;você achar, que é dona de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;tá tudo errado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;amor bagunçado, eu não tô afim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ah, eu quero ver, você chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;minha felicidadé é alguém no seu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;pago pra ver, você olhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ver que eu já tô outra e eu não quero mais te amar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;Alguém no seu lugar - Jorge e Mateus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;tem coisas que quando associadas "ai meu Deus". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;posso sair correndo? pro seu abraço? pra te ligar? lá fora pra te ver? correr pra você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ai oh... eu tento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;me vê uma dose dupla de whisky, por favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;sem mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ummontedebeijo,brunito!&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/5505026521425125067-3704034256667047660?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/3704034256667047660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/10/correr.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/3704034256667047660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/3704034256667047660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/10/correr.html' title='correr!'/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-1108817747196241141</id><published>2010-10-05T07:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:55:01.531-02:00</updated><title type='text'>faz falta...</title><content type='html'>eu devo estar ficando louca e vendo coisas.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu tava aqui 'planejando' a minha vida perfeita. será possível reunir td mundo q eu amo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Titio: tô morrreeendo de saudades suas. Se bem, que a gnt pode mudar essa frase, pq eu não gosto da palavra morte, ela subtrai as coisas da gnt, então, fica assim: você faz uma falta imeeeeeensa no meu viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gá: amooooooor da minha viiiida. irmão maaaaaaais fofo do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lê e Nathi: saudades da infância, adolescência, fds, de ontem. mas é ótima a sensação de saber que dps de taaaanto tempo, somos amigas e  seremos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por hoje, tá bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijo pra Letícia, Fábio e Nathi (que trabalham cmg e me aguentam). três corações e três beijos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505026521425125067-1108817747196241141?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/1108817747196241141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/10/faz-falta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/1108817747196241141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/1108817747196241141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/10/faz-falta.html' title='faz falta...'/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-3410593546134997279</id><published>2010-10-02T12:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T13:00:04.485-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='já era'/><title type='text'>não mais...</title><content type='html'>aqui vai uma parte do todo que eu estou sentindo hoje.&lt;div&gt;não sei se é ressaca moral pq eu nem fiz nada pra isso... mas, lá vai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ainda vai levar um tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pra fechar&lt;br /&gt;O que feriu por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Natural que seja assim&lt;br /&gt;Tanto pra você&lt;br /&gt;Quanto pra mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ainda leva uma cara&lt;br /&gt;Pra gente poder dar risada&lt;br /&gt;Assim caminha a humanidade&lt;br /&gt;Com passos de formiga&lt;br /&gt;E sem vontade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não vou dizer que foi ruim&lt;br /&gt;Também não foi tão bom assim&lt;br /&gt;Não imagine que te quero mal&lt;br /&gt;Apenas não te quero mais..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Assim caminha a humanidade - Lulu Santos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505026521425125067-3410593546134997279?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/3410593546134997279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-mais.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/3410593546134997279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/3410593546134997279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-mais.html' title='não mais...'/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-5636786848675853079</id><published>2010-09-28T23:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T23:15:26.659-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>"AMOR"</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Deixa, se fosse sempre assim&lt;br /&gt;quente, deita aqui perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;tem dias, que tudo está em paz&lt;br /&gt;e agora os dias são iguais.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;tão iguais...iguais até demais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;cadê você aqui? no meu telefone? na minha vida? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;tá só no meu pensamento e não sai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;acho que você nunca vai ler isso e menos ainda saber que é pra você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;mas eu tô com tanta saudade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"ô AMOOOR!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-4193572193445786113</id><published>2010-07-21T23:11:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:31:19.930-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melhores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pra sempre'/><title type='text'>melhores pra sempre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/TEetR2uxyxI/AAAAAAAAAQI/gSJo5oeD18c/s1600/lala+e+berbele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/TEetR2uxyxI/AAAAAAAAAQI/gSJo5oeD18c/s200/lala+e+berbele.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496552392490076946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Vivemos esperando&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dias melhores&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dias de paz, dias a mais&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dias que não deixaremos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para trás&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vivemos esperando&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O dia em que&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seremos melhores.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhores no amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhores na dor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhores em tudo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vivemos esperando&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O dia em que seremos para sempre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vivemos esperando...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dias melhores prá sempre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dias melhores prá sempre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prá sempre!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Amém! =*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505026521425125067-4193572193445786113?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/4193572193445786113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/07/melhores-pra-sempre.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/4193572193445786113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/4193572193445786113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/07/melhores-pra-sempre.html' title='melhores pra sempre.'/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/TEetR2uxyxI/AAAAAAAAAQI/gSJo5oeD18c/s72-c/lala+e+berbele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-3304549591263454309</id><published>2010-07-21T22:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:07:21.719-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>um brinde a vocês... ;) [2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;aquela que me ajuda, que faz o trabalho ser suuuper de boa, q tá sempre pra cima e tooooda atenciosa cmg: &lt;b&gt;Nathi Ziviani.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;aquele tchutchuco, que anima td no trabalho, na net, na rua, na vida, q eh autêntico, q me zoa, que me deixa com vergonha: &lt;b&gt;Márcio Costa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;aquele que disse q eu tenho cara de safada ¬¬, que faz uma falta enorme, pela amizade, companheirismo, histórinhas e carinhos: &lt;b&gt;Marco Antonio (Carioca).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;aquele q perco o contato e reaparece do nd, com novidades bombásticas de ambas as partes, sempre td zeloso cmg: &lt;b&gt;Binho.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;aquele q era companheiro de altos papos, arteiro no colegial, brincalhão, divertido, foi meu cupido e acertou em cheio: &lt;b&gt;Lucas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;e tem a Lu Ferreguti, tda amável e sensível, mulher de fibra; a Drika, a inteligência e a doçura juntas; a Maria Antonia, cuidadosa, querida, autêntica e a Paulinha, barbie linda, delicada e prestativa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;AMO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505026521425125067-3304549591263454309?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/3304549591263454309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/07/um-brinde-voces-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/3304549591263454309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/3304549591263454309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/07/um-brinde-voces-2.html' title='um brinde a vocês... ;) [2]'/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-5549558961134117022</id><published>2010-07-20T22:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T23:35:43.383-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>um brinde a vocês... ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hoje o dia foi corrido, mas eu não esqueci...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hoje eh dia do amigo...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;aquele que torna tudo mais feliz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;vou ser breve, clara e objetiva... citar nomes, sentimentos e gratidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;as meninas de sempre (desde sempre), de infância, de escola, adolescentes, saídas e fofocas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lê Casagrande, Nathi Ribeiro, Fabiana, Monize, Leka, Carô, Mariana, Tici&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;aquele lindinho, fofinho, queridinho de tds, some, aparece, aparece, some: &lt;b&gt;Gá, vulgo frango ou pé.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;aquele companheiro, cúmplice, leal, guardador e contador de segredos e artes: &lt;b&gt;Rafa Humel.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;aquela que sente tudo como eu sinto, me entende, me acolhe, é precisa, necessária, faz uma falta imensa, mas parece que tá td dia ao meu lado: &lt;b&gt;Lê Isepam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;aquela que nem se fosse minha irmã gêmea ia parecer tanto cmg, q tá sempre ali, pra td e qq programa, alegria, tristeza, sonhos e lembranças:&lt;b&gt; Nathi Lahós.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;aquele que apesar das crises cmg, estava sempre ali, falando, brincando, vivendo:&lt;b&gt; Diego.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;aquela que eu choro quando ela chora porque parece que é comigo, japa que conhece meus gostos e preferências: &lt;b&gt;Fer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;aquela q é mãe de coração, que me trata como filha de barriga, sem tempo ruim com ela: &lt;b&gt;Estela.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;aquela doooida, gente boa, que grita cmg qdo é preciso, que me diverte e me faz esquecer do mundo lá fora:&lt;b&gt; Marilene.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;aquele que me conhece só por olhar, que parece que me conhece de vidas passadas, que abre meus olhos pra eu ver além: &lt;b&gt;Marco.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;aquele "dono dos meus olhos", &lt;b&gt;honey&lt;/b&gt;... é um príncipe. por quem eu tenho um imenso encanto, carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;aquela que era minha terceira mãe e sempre vai ser, por td seu exemplar carinho por mim: &lt;b&gt;Zenilde&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;aquele de grande participação na minha vida, que me conhece tão bem qto a minha mãe: &lt;b&gt;Thales.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;aquele que eu conheci esses dias e tem minha confiança plena, carismático, cheio de afeto e olhar doce sobre a vida: &lt;b&gt;Fábio.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;aquela bonéca, irmã, amiga, prima, querida, que eu quero proteger, cuidar, zelar. tem minha amizade, amor, carinho, confiança: &lt;b&gt;Thuany&lt;/b&gt;, meu xodó.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;claro que tem mais pessoas que eu ainda queria falar: Cris, por toda paciência e amizade para comigo; Tim, pelos chacoalhões e risadas; Rafa Matheus, por ser tão prestativo cmg; Martinha, pelo carinho e segurança que me passa; Sandra, por ser sempre tão amável comigo; Carmen, por todo seu carinho; D. Elza, por toda sua cordialidade e delicadeza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;se eu 'esqueci' de alguém, eu não esqueci...estão todos guardados no coração, na lembrança. e de lá, ninguém apaga. nem o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;sintam-se beijados, abraçados e agradecidos por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;quero reconhecer tudo...quero vocês felizes, e mesmo que longe, sempre perto de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;AMO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;um beijo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Lauene, Lalá, Lau, Lá, Lalinha, Lalazinha, Laueninha, Pequena, Baixinha, Laurência, Lalika, Lauene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505026521425125067-5549558961134117022?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/5549558961134117022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/07/um-brinde-voces.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/5549558961134117022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/5549558961134117022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/07/um-brinde-voces.html' title='um brinde a vocês... ;)'/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-6014323710264519536</id><published>2010-07-07T00:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T00:12:55.053-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mais ou menos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chico xavier'/><title type='text'>mais ou menos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', 'Bitstream Vera Serif', Utopia, 'Times New Roman', times, serif; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De acordo com Chico Xavier:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A gente pode&lt;br /&gt;morar numa casa mais ou menos,&lt;br /&gt;numa rua mais ou menos,&lt;br /&gt;numa cidade mais ou menos&lt;br /&gt;e até ter um governo mais ou menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A gente pode&lt;br /&gt;dormir numa cama mais ou menos,&lt;br /&gt;comer um feijão mais ou menos,&lt;br /&gt;ter um transporte mais ou menos&lt;br /&gt;e até ser obrigado a acreditar&lt;br /&gt;mais ou menos no futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A gente pode&lt;br /&gt;olhar em volta e sentir que tudo está mais ou menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tudo bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O que a gente não pode&lt;br /&gt;mesmo, nunca, de jeito nenhum&lt;br /&gt;é amar mais ou menos,&lt;br /&gt;é sonhar mais ou menos,&lt;br /&gt;é ser amigo mais ou menos,&lt;br /&gt;é namorar mais ou menos,&lt;br /&gt;é ter fé mais ou menos&lt;br /&gt;e acreditar mais ou menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Senão a gente corre o risco de se tornar&lt;br /&gt;uma pessoa mais ou menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenho me esforçado, mesmo apesar dos altos e baixos, crises e picos, ser boa amiga, acreditar, confiar, ter fé, sonhar, amar! fazer tudo bem feito. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E você? está correspondendo? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você está sendo autêntico? pode ser melhor? pode ser mais? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505026521425125067-6014323710264519536?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/6014323710264519536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/07/mais-ou-menos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anjo'/><title type='text'>anjo da guarda (a)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:arial;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Santo anjo do Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;meu zeloso guardador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Se a ti me confiaste a piedade divina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;sempre me rege,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;guarda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;governa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;ilumina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Amém."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;=*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/5505026521425125067-3422926359735390732?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/3422926359735390732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/06/santo-anjo-do-senhor-meu-zeloso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/3422926359735390732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/3422926359735390732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/06/santo-anjo-do-senhor-meu-zeloso.html' title='anjo da guarda (a)'/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-4072064431295814952</id><published>2010-06-18T12:27:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:57:44.690-02:00</updated><title type='text'>no limite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/TBuRJ-yNc1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/WTGcqOjv9cA/s1600/DSC00342(1).JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/TBuRJ-yNc1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/WTGcqOjv9cA/s320/DSC00342(1).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484136571912155986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;Adeus você&lt;br /&gt;Eu hoje vou pro lado de lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Eu tô levando tudo de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;Que é pra não ter razão pra chorar&lt;br /&gt;Vê se te alimenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;E não pensa que eu fui por não te amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;Cuida do teu&lt;br /&gt;Pra que ninguém te jogue no chão&lt;br /&gt;Procure dividir-se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="em alguém￼Procure-me" st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;em  alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Procure-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; em qualquer confusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt; Levanta e te sustenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;E não pensa que eu fui por não te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;Quero ver você maior, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Pra que minha vida siga adiante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;Adeus você&lt;br /&gt;Não venha mais me negacear&lt;br /&gt;Teu choro não me faz desistir&lt;br /&gt;Teu riso não me faz reclinar&lt;br /&gt;Acalma essa tormenta&lt;br /&gt;E se agüenta, que eu vou pro meu lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;É bom...&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes se perder&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter porque&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter razão&lt;br /&gt;É um dom...&lt;br /&gt;Saber envaidecer&lt;br /&gt;Por si&lt;br /&gt;Saber mudar de tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Quero não saber de cor, também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Pra que minha vida siga adiante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Adeus Você - Los Hermanos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"&gt;é isso e muito mais. mais disso, mais do que isso. mais, mais, mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505026521425125067-4072064431295814952?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/4072064431295814952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/06/adeus-voce-eu-hoje-vou-pro-lado-de-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/4072064431295814952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/4072064431295814952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/06/adeus-voce-eu-hoje-vou-pro-lado-de-la.html' title='no limite...'/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/TBuRJ-yNc1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/WTGcqOjv9cA/s72-c/DSC00342(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-1042870709521501888</id><published>2010-06-07T03:10:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:56:58.391-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"sapo não pula por boniteza, mas por precisão"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; font-size: medium; "&gt;eu sou mais real em texto do que em prosa, sempre me sai melhor escrevendo do que falando, pena que as palavras não têm olhos e toque, seria perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"&gt;se eu citar nome, fica muito explícito, se eu não falar, fica vago...tem coisa que não tem meio termo, como eu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"&gt;o extremo da minha decepção fala agora, o da minha gratidão também, mas por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"&gt;pessoas diferentes, com vidas distintas, caminhos paralelos e escolhas opostas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"&gt;de um tempo pra cá parei de escrever aqui, resolvi observar mais, falar menos, rir mais, chorar menos, viver mais, agradar menos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;Onde você vê um obstáculo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;alguém vê o término da viagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;e o outro vê uma chance de crescer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;Onde você vê um motivo pra se irritar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;Alguém vê a tragédia total&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;E o outro vê uma prova para sua paciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;Onde você vê a morte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;Alguém vê o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;E o outro vê o começo de uma nova etapa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;Onde você vê a fortuna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;Alguém vê a riqueza material&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;E o outro pode encontrar por trás de tudo, a dor e a miséria total.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;Onde você vê a teimosia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;Alguém vê a ignorância,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;Um outro compreende as limitações do companheiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;percebendo que cada qual caminha em seu próprio passo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;E que é inútil querer apressar o passo do outro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;a não ser que ele deseje isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;Cada qual vê o que quer, pode ou consegue enxergar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Porque eu sou do tamanho daquilo que vejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;E não do tamanho da minha altura."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;tudo bem que nunca vamos conseguir agradar a todos, mas poxa, quando envolve sentimento as coisas precisam ser analisadas de todos os modos, se é que o respeito ainda vale algo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;tem os que precisam mais e os que precisam menos. eu preciso bem mais, muito mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;thu, estela: um beijo e minha gratidão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;=*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;s2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505026521425125067-1042870709521501888?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/1042870709521501888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/06/sapo-nao-anda-por-boniteza-mas-por.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/1042870709521501888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/1042870709521501888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/06/sapo-nao-anda-por-boniteza-mas-por.html' title='&quot;sapo não pula por boniteza, mas por precisão&quot;'/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-3381149839042314384</id><published>2010-06-07T03:01:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T03:47:17.070-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gá'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>melhor da vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/TAyMoFF0INI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/hrGpPdL8tGM/s1600/foto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/TAyMoFF0INI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/hrGpPdL8tGM/s320/foto2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479909466792272082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um post não é suficiente pra escrever tudo o que eu queria, então vou dividir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;você é o amor que a vida me deu de presente."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;não tem ninguém mais fofo, lindo, carinhoso, amável, tranquilo, pacífico, puro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;amo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;você!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;não tem irmão melhor. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gá ;*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505026521425125067-3381149839042314384?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/3381149839042314384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/06/melhor-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/3381149839042314384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/3381149839042314384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2010/06/melhor-da-vida.html' title='melhor da vida!'/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/TAyMoFF0INI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/hrGpPdL8tGM/s72-c/foto2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-479917033049842038</id><published>2009-11-27T00:39:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:47:11.911-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pra sempre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gá'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baleio'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/Sw88Z0Xk7tI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5vjMpVU27_I/s1600/DSC08167(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/Sw88Z0Xk7tI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5vjMpVU27_I/s320/DSC08167(1).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408608091747184338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dois dos meu amores incondicionais!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dois bobos, que só tiram fotos bobas, que fazem de td q eh bobo ser realmente importante.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;amor de namorada, de amiga, de mãe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;amor de irmã, de mãe, de amiga.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eh assim!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;=)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um beijo pro titio e pro vovo, q são os outros dois homens da minha vida!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;quatro beijos então ;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;baleio ;*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;gá =*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505026521425125067-479917033049842038?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/479917033049842038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/Sw88Z0Xk7tI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5vjMpVU27_I/s72-c/DSC08167(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-5397288159073114782</id><published>2009-10-25T19:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:45:45.839-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bico'/><title type='text'>(bico)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/SuTF8ldJshI/AAAAAAAAANY/GFXgD0zQKNs/s1600-h/bebe-fazendo-bico_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396655898133901842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/SuTF8ldJshI/AAAAAAAAANY/GFXgD0zQKNs/s320/bebe-fazendo-bico_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;se pra quem sabe ler um pingo eh letra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;pra quem me conhece (esses já bastam), entendem o "bico"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;sem beijos hoje... só bicos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;=aaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;=joia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505026521425125067-5397288159073114782?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/5397288159073114782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2009/10/bico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/5397288159073114782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/5397288159073114782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2009/10/bico.html' title='(bico)'/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/SuTF8ldJshI/AAAAAAAAANY/GFXgD0zQKNs/s72-c/bebe-fazendo-bico_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-4226887670188473697</id><published>2009-08-04T12:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:22:36.935-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de lauene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maria leticia'/><title type='text'>"se estou longe a sinto por perto..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/SnhOLafUg1I/AAAAAAAAANA/YY4kjPbS7DI/s1600-h/lala+e+lele(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/SnhOLafUg1I/AAAAAAAAANA/YY4kjPbS7DI/s320/lala+e+lele(1).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366124914008163154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tem coisa que não dá pra esquecer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ou porque foi importante demais, ou porque ainda é importante.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outras vezes, mesmo tendo fatores externos que 'atrapalham', como o tempo, a distância, a correria, os afazeres, isso fica irrelevante quando o sentimento é puro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A gente denomina a importância da pessoa em nossa vida quando nos deparamos em algum momento difícil e pensamos "por que ela não está aqui comigo? se ela estivesse, seria melhor"... tem os momentos bons também "queria dividir isso com ela" (...)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me aperta o peito quando eu falo sobre isso, me dói em saber que eu não estou mais tão presente e, me consola ter certeza que o sentimento é o mesmo. Nossa amizade, cumplicidade, atenção, carinho, confiança, cuidado, segurança.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você é minha alma-gêmea, eu não tenho dúvidas. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E Deus não pode ter te colocado na minha vida por tão pouco tempo assim... eu confio que nossas vidas vão se cruzar de novo e essa falta, dessa amizade vai passar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isso tudo é uma grande e difícil provação, pra eu aprender (e já aprendi) a dar valor na nossa amizade e ter confiança de que ela sobrevive a qualquer empecilho.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu sinto muito por não ter podido estar por perto no dia do seu aniversário, no natal, ano novo e em outros dias nos quais você conquista algo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas tenha certeza que eu ficaria orgulhosa por cada ganho seu e, te acolheria em cada dificuldade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desejo seu bem como se fosse pra mim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saúde, paz, amor, amigos, conquistas, discernimento para as tais escolhas, grandes oportunidades, força, felicidades!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu fico bem quando você fica também.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;=)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;saudade é pouco; às vezes tenho abstinência.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;se cuida Lê.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e tuuuudo de ótimo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um beijo, Lau.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505026521425125067-4226887670188473697?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/4226887670188473697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2009/08/se-estou-longe-sinto-por-perto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/4226887670188473697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/4226887670188473697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2009/08/se-estou-longe-sinto-por-perto.html' title='&quot;se estou longe a sinto por perto...&quot;'/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/SnhOLafUg1I/AAAAAAAAANA/YY4kjPbS7DI/s72-c/lala+e+lele(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-5413257241819460074</id><published>2009-05-27T01:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T01:54:52.283-03:00</updated><title type='text'>imensurável...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/ShzGGR8gyQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/C1XMqczfZw8/s1600-h/rodeio+19-04-09+(12)+mod.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/ShzGGR8gyQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/C1XMqczfZw8/s320/rodeio+19-04-09+(12)+mod.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340361069353289986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Se não for meu TUDO, eh meu tudo. Tantas sensações misturadas, sentimentos sobrepostos e momentos confundidos agora. Não era pra ter sido assim hoje, mas tanta coisa foi sem precisar que tivesse acontecido. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Prefiro pensar que as pessoas 'viajam' qdo elas 'somem' dos meus olhos... minhas amigas, por exemplo, viajaram, mas às vezes elas escrevem ou me visitam. Meu tio tbm viajou, uma viagem longa, bonita, eterna...ele me visita tbm, em sonhos; só que ele segue com os olhos dele... eu sinto. Tenho alguns outros conhecidos, que estavam viajando qdo passaram pela minha vida... e eu viajo tbm pela vida de alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Você, você mora na minha existência. É um pedaço do meu dia, a parte inteira do meu pensamento. O protagonista dos meus planos, o diretor do meu futuro. O escritor do meu presente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amigo, namorado, cúmplice, companheiro, leal, fiel, amante, rival, marido, conselheiro, irmão, protetor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Que nosso futuro venha, que do passado eu me esqueça qdo as lembranças nos prejudicarem... e que o presente seja cd vez melhor e, contínuo. Que seja eterno esse presente... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Amor... amor... amor! Acredito que a vida eh feita de escolhas, certas ou erradas... são escolhas. Pra alguém sempre será incerta, e em certos momentos, será desesperadora. Então, o que parecia certo, dá medo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Tenho medo que a estadia acabe... apenas isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Do resto, eu tô disposta a tudo se for p/ ser com vc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imensurável:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Que não pode ser medido; não mensurável;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ncomensurável:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;      1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Não comensurável; desmensurável, descomensurável, imensurável.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;                                        2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Que não tem medida comum com outra grandeza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;                                        3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Enorme, imenso, desmedido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Há quem diga q isso eh paixão, outros dizem que eh amor... outros ainda, q só chama namoro. Tem o afeto, o carinho, a consideração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Tem eu por vc tbm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;agradecida, lisonjeada, orgulhosa, amiga, namorada, pau p/ tda obra, brava, mimada, chata, ciumenta, nerd, conservadora, stressada, chorona, meiga, amável, carinhosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem meus desejos, p/ hoje... p/ sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;amor, paciência, sucesso, a gente, consquistas, saúde, paz, amigos, futuro, planos, sonhos, vida...eternidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tanto²³³³ !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feliz Aniversário, Thão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5505026521425125067-5413257241819460074?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/5413257241819460074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2009/05/imensuravel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/5413257241819460074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/5413257241819460074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2009/05/imensuravel.html' title='imensurável...'/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/ShzGGR8gyQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/C1XMqczfZw8/s72-c/rodeio+19-04-09+(12)+mod.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-1480528923576426298</id><published>2009-05-22T22:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:39:02.075-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/ShdTmIemi9I/AAAAAAAAAMI/lHZKMvvd3Qs/s1600-h/DSC0135444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/ShdTmIemi9I/AAAAAAAAAMI/lHZKMvvd3Qs/s320/DSC0135444.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338827797846985682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Amar o perdido&lt;br /&gt;deixa confundido&lt;br /&gt;este coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Nada pode o olvido&lt;br /&gt;contra o sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;apelo do Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;As coisas tangíveis&lt;br /&gt;tornam-se insensíveis&lt;br /&gt;à palma da mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mas as coisas findas&lt;br /&gt;muito mais que lindas,&lt;br /&gt;essas ficarão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);  font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);  font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);  font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505026521425125067-1480528923576426298?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/1480528923576426298/comments/default' 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Se !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/SghfB6Pa2SI/AAAAAAAAALg/X-IGsyrB8JU/s1600-h/lauene+pb+mao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/SghfB6Pa2SI/AAAAAAAAALg/X-IGsyrB8JU/s320/lauene+pb+mao.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334618245038790946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Se você pudesse ter me ouvido um pouco mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Se você tivesse tido calma pra esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Se você quisesse poderia reverter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Se você crescesse e então se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;desculpasse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: normal; text-transform: lowercase; "&gt;digitais - Isabella taviani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5505026521425125067-9074143862610099922?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/9074143862610099922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2009/05/se-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/9074143862610099922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/9074143862610099922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2009/05/se-se.html' title='Se ... Se !'/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/SghfB6Pa2SI/AAAAAAAAALg/X-IGsyrB8JU/s72-c/lauene+pb+mao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-8536760842767401039</id><published>2009-05-07T23:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:43:55.202-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paciência'/><title type='text'>"não solta da minha mão"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/SgOalIUtGvI/AAAAAAAAALY/1uXCpbXkqoc/s1600-h/DSC01139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/SgOalIUtGvI/AAAAAAAAALY/1uXCpbXkqoc/s320/DSC01139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333276346416962290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;De onde vem a calma daquele cara?&lt;br /&gt;Ele não sabe ser melhor, viu?&lt;br /&gt;Como não entende de ser valente?&lt;br /&gt;Ele não saber ser mais viril&lt;br /&gt;Ele não sabe não, viu?&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes dá como um frio&lt;br /&gt;É o mundo que anda hostil&lt;br /&gt;O mundo todo é hostil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De onde vem o jeito tão sem defeito?&lt;br /&gt;Que esse rapaz consegue fingir&lt;br /&gt;Olha esse sorriso tão indeciso&lt;br /&gt;Tá se exibindo pra solidão&lt;br /&gt;Não vão embora daqui&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o que vocês são&lt;br /&gt;Não solta da minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Não solta da minha mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou mudar não&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ficar são&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo se for só&lt;br /&gt;Não vou ceder&lt;br /&gt;Deus vai dar aval sim&lt;br /&gt;O mal vai ter fim&lt;br /&gt;E no final assim calado&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que vou ser coroado&lt;br /&gt;Rei de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De onde vem a calma - Los Hermanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Algumas coisas mudaram... outras definitavamente não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;sinto muito... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;ps: Coriiiinthians graaaaande !!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-solta-da-minha-mao.html' title='&quot;não solta da minha mão&quot;'/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/SgOalIUtGvI/AAAAAAAAALY/1uXCpbXkqoc/s72-c/DSC01139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-2107821172417110325</id><published>2009-01-14T17:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:25:34.663-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/SW49a3FDacI/AAAAAAAAAHg/tuJJI8bTDmM/s1600-h/15-09-07_1224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291234143877949890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/SW49a3FDacI/AAAAAAAAAHg/tuJJI8bTDmM/s320/15-09-07_1224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;eu e você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;não eh assim tão complicado, não eh difícil perceber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;quem de nós dois, vai dizer q eh impossível, o amor acontecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;se eu disser q já nem sinto nada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;que a estrada sem vc eh mais seguuura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;eu sei vc vai rir da minha caraa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;e já conheço teu sorriso, leio o teu olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;teu sorriso eh só disfarce, q eu já nem preciiiissoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;sinto dizer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;que amo mesmo...tá ruim p/ disfarçaaaaaar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;entre nós dois, não cabe mais nenhum segredo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;além do q já combinamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;no vão das coisas q a gnt disse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;não cabe mais sermos somente amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;e qdo eu falo q eu já nem quero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;a frase fica pelo avesso, meio na contra-mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;e eu qdo finjo q esqueço, eu não esqueci naaaaaaaaaada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;e cd vez q eu fujo eu me aproximo maaaaaais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;e te perder de vista assim, eh ruim demaaaais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;e eh por isso q atravesso o teu futuuuuroo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;e faço das lembranças, um lugar seguuuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;não eh q eu queria reviver nenhum passaaaaaado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;nem revirar um sentimento reviraaaado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;mas tda vez q eu procuro uma saída, acabo entrando sem querer na tua viiiiidaaaaa !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;eu procurei, qualquer desculpa p/ não te encaraaaaaaar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;pra não dizer, de novo e sempre a msm coisa, falar só por falar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;q eu já não tô nem aí p/ essa conversa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;q a história de nós doooooois, não me interessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;se eu tento esconder meias verdades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;vc conhece o meu sorriso, lê o meu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;teu sorriso eh só disfarce, o q eu já nem preciiiisssooooo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;eh isso, eh exatamente isso ... dentre tantas outras coisas q se ultrapassam na minha cabeça, correndo e qse voando no intuito de alguma delas conseguirem me pôr no ápice de felicidade ou tristeza, essa eh a q se destaca. Pode não ser a mais importante nesse momento da minha vida, mas eh a q tem tirado meu sono e me feito sonhar com ela qdo eu durmo. Sonho ateh msm acordada...sorrio sozinha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;i wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;=T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;beijo&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/5505026521425125067-2107821172417110325?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/2107821172417110325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2009/01/eu-e-voc.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/2107821172417110325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/2107821172417110325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2009/01/eu-e-voc.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/SW49a3FDacI/AAAAAAAAAHg/tuJJI8bTDmM/s72-c/15-09-07_1224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-2664941781861593929</id><published>2008-11-17T22:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:27:52.710-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Queria falar sobre pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Diretamente&lt;/span&gt; sobre e para elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela amiga que jamais vai existir igual e, se a tamanha saudade que eu sinto dela nos aproximasse, seria nada menos que nossa convivência diária como já tivemos há uns anos. A melhor amiga. A mesma que me fez entender os valores de uma amizade e da confiança plena que eu posso depositar em alguém. Desejo o melhor pra ela, como se fosse pra mim. Sinto muito pela minha ausência. Fica bem que eu fico &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tbm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O próximo é maior que meu sorriso, mais valioso que qualquer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prêmio&lt;/span&gt; e tão querido como se estivéssemos no ápice da nossa amizade. E pode passar meses, é como se ele nunca tivesse saído de perto de mim... meu amigo, companheiro, cúmplice, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;protegido&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;protetor&lt;/span&gt;. Como me faz falta a segurança de poder correr sempre pra você...pra você me ouvir, me aconselhar, me ajudar, ir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cmg&lt;/span&gt;... minhas crises, teus rolos, minha carência, tua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;meiguisse&lt;/span&gt;... Esse pra sempre não acaba, você sabe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, falou em 'mundo cor-de-rosa', já sabe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;né&lt;/span&gt; ? Com ela não tem tempo ruim. Ainda bem que discutimos bastante já no colégio, hoje em dia, é uma das poucas que eu ainda tenho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;contato&lt;/span&gt; e não quero perder. Pela amizade, pelo tempo, pela consideração, pelo carinho... A estimo muito! Sorte a minha tê-la por perto. Ela cresceu tanto; ela ficou tão madura com brincadeiras de criança. Me tratava feito boneca, numa rotina incansavelmente feliz...bons tempos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é dono dos meus olhos, do meu encanto...admiro! E digo mais, acho que ele não queria que nada mais do que meu olhar pertencesse a ele. Mas merece mais. "Que passou uma luz verde, passou..." E, eu fiz um pedido. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Faço&lt;/span&gt; minhas as tuas palavras, meu bem "As coisas acontecem como um dia foram feitas pra acontecer. Você sabe..." VOCÊ sabe... Espero ter contribuído da melhor forma possível. Não gostaria de perder uma oportunidade que fosse, nem jogo, nem pipoca, nem foto, nem música e nem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;milk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;shake&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que vocês se identifiquem; coloquei 'dicas' que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; um sabe o que significa p/ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;gnt&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;São pessoas essenciais...&lt;br /&gt;Não que não tenham mais, mas essas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; dia mais se fazem presentes nos meus pensamentos e desejos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se auto-identificarem, me deixem um recado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMO²!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um beijo; aliás, quatro beijos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Lauene&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5505026521425125067-2664941781861593929?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/2664941781861593929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2008/11/queria-falar-sobre-pessoas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/2664941781861593929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/2664941781861593929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2008/11/queria-falar-sobre-pessoas.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505026521425125067.post-3282646310837668155</id><published>2008-03-03T23:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:13:16.720-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lauene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baleio'/><title type='text'>O vencedor !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/R8yyYd8_f7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Q1z1momKuhc/s1600-h/lala+-+thales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/R8yyYd8_f7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Q1z1momKuhc/s320/lala+-+thales.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173706205368909746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;eis o meu extremo.&lt;br /&gt;aquele de felicidade e tristeza; meu ápice de amor e ódio; quem tem meu acúmulo de elogios e críticas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só quem viu p/ saber como era intenso td isso..e sabe de uma coisa, não há quem não tenha visto.&lt;br /&gt;Seja por orkut, foto, fotolog, festas, passeios, comentários...quem nunca ouviu Lauene falando do Thão ??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Não existe sopa de bolacha, se não foi vc qm fez, não tem Los Hermanos se não foi vc qm colocou, não há show de rock se não foi vc qm me levou, não tem supermercado algum se não for p/ fazer compras com vc, não há bilhetes se não forem p/ vc, não tem como beber conhaque se não for na tua cia, beber cerveja sem ser do teu copo ?? sem condições. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Manha sem teus mimos, não eh saciada.. almoço de domingo sem vc, não mata a fome. Filme sem vc, não tem história, comédia não tem graça, não sinto medo no terror e nem choro no romance. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;“eu peco eh na vontade, de ter um amor de verdade... pois eh, que assim um dia assim eu me atirirei, e fui te encontrar, pra ver q eu me enganei”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Me protege mais que meu pai, me mima mais q namorado, me aconselha mais q mãe... “lauene, esse short eh curto... me deixa dormir... faz massagem ? ... eu to com fome... vamos no mercado? ... vc não vai com essa roupa ... ta começando a novela ... eu comprei p/ vc ... deita aqui cmg, vc ta mt longe ... vc pegou minha carteira ?... cadê meu tênis ? .... pega minha calça lá embaxo ... VAMO CMG ?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Isso ta parecendo uma despedida. E eh assim que eu me sinto, logo que não sei viver td isso sem você. Porque durante 4 anos 5 meses e 21 dias, eu tenho tido isso constantemente, e cd dia mais tenho desejado que não tenha fim..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Vc eh uma parte de mim... do meu dia, da minha semana, do meu fds... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Meu amigo, meu namorado, meu amor, meu filho ateh às vezes... eu cuido como se fosse quebrar, eu judio p/ doer, na intenção de vc perceber o quão ruim eh como qdo faz o mesmo cmg... eu agrado como se quisesse te manter p/ sempre na minha vida... agradeço a Deus por ter te colocado ela, e rezo p/ mantê-lo... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Eh de vc que eu aceito broncas, críticas, conselhos... ngm tem a liberdade q vc tem...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;E por mais q eu viva 100 anos e tenha mil amores e amigos, com vc foi diferente... eh por qm eu tenho consideração, não pq qualquer outro motivo que não seja o fato de vc ter vindo a calhar... me amado na h q eu mais precisei, me ajudado td dia q eu necessitava e nem tem pedia, vc aparecia ! e aos poucos isso foi recíproco... vc sabe de tantas coisas sobre mim e tvz tdos os meus segredos... e eu divido com vc, mts dos teus mais naturais atos... cmg, vc eh vc... e eu gosto pq sei q age sem medo de errar... pq vc sempre soube acertar, sem esforços.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Vc pega duas toalhas, faz meu leite como se fosse eu, compra guaraná ao invés de coca, me dá sorvete de morango, e presentes úteis... me dá sonho de valsa, sempre tem meu colchão no teu quarto, um prato na mesa, um copo gde p/ nós dois tomarmos groselha beeem gelada... sempre tem um bilhete meu no banheiro, um e-mail novo, uma trufa, um abraço demorado dps duma troca de olhares demoraaaaada... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Desculpa por ter nos querido tão bem durante td esse tempo, enqto o que eu simplesmente deveria ter feito, era posto um ponto final nesse ‘caso’. Mas minhas reticências, esperavam por teu “vamos ser felizes, Lá”... eu tava esperando o teeempo td por vc escrever o final feliz dessa nossa história, e eu já nem precisava lê-la, pq eu tinha a ctz q td ficaria bem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hoje não mais...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Eu nunca vou me esquecer das noites mal dormidas pq ter q ir embora logo e vc não querendo acordar.. das nossas brigas pelo meu ciúmes. Dos domingos à tarde... dos almoços. Das tristes despedidas nos domingos em q vc ia p/ Londrina, e hj... são eles lá qm sentem tua falta. Pq eu te tenho aqui (ou tive). Triste isso, alguém sempre tem q ficar mal, p/ gnt ficar bem, não eh ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Não me sai da lembrança dos teus abraços e a fala baixiiiinha no meu ouvido, no msm ritmo q vc alisava meu cabelo e não cansava de repetir como era bom ficar abraçado cmg, quietinho... de como sentia minha falta em Londrina, de como eu era diferete, de como cmg, as coisas pareciam ser melhores... pareciam, pq não foram.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;O teu olhar ‘fura bola de criança’ qdo eu insistia numa DR. Vc dormindo no meu colo inúmeras vezes nas festas q a gnt ia... Teu abraço de saudades qdo chegava. Tuas ligações no meu cel no meio da noite só p/ falar q me amava.. que me amava... amava !!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;De como eu me sinto querida qdo vc chega em casa com aquela sorriso e, eu sempre to achando q vc tá bravo cmg... da minha sensação de impotência qdo eu percebo que não posso fazer nd p/ te melhorar teu ‘mundo’ ou então, qdo vc está com aversão a mim, como me sinto inútil...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;As noites de pizza, de ruffles na calçada, o Ioio, o conhaque com groselha, as garrafas de vinho, os porres... borracharia, filmes e mais filmes.. o balanço, a minha aliança, o teu colar, o Ronc, Dilo e Melo... carteira, ovos de páscoa, fotos, nossa vida parecendo de casados, nossos planos de como seria nossa casa, nossos filhos, o cachorro e ateh nosso carro. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A festa à fantasia, minha formatura, vc pegou a Catharina no colo =D, vc me faz sentir orgulho de cd coisinha q vc descobre ou faz sozinho... seja pedal de guitarra, roupa nova, projetos na firma, tua dedicação aos seus pais... em como vc eh atencioso e cuidadoso cmg. De qdo descobre aqueeeela nota da musica mais foda do mundo, de como arranca um sorriso meu só me falando uma palavra... como dirige um carro... já viu isso ?? eu pago pau p/ vc estacionandooo !!! vc na cozinha, me ajudando no strogonoff, na gelatina, nos salgadinhos... as nossas descobertas... EU TE AMO; EU TBM... eu tbm o q ? EU TBM TE AMO !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Vc deitado no meu colo vendo tv na sala.. eu mexendo no teu cabelo! ‘vamos subir, Lauene?’ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;NADA explica a minha devoção por tds esses momentos... se a gnt briga meia h, o outros 5 dias dps, são melhores do q o nosso primeiro beijo !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Meus 15, 16, 17, 18, 19 e 20 anos, não existiriam se eu não tivesse te conhecido.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Eu costumo “enDeusar” nossa relação, pois eu a desejo p/ tantas as pessoas... qdo vc não me causa nenhum, vc eh o único q me faz esquecer de tds e quaisquer problemas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Devo mt a vc... mt do meu caráter, dignidade, carinho e companheirismo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Amo vc na simplicidade de um mero ex namorado, de só mais um amigo, do meu melhor companheiro, da minha mais autêntica paixão, do meu mais devoto ser humano... da tua responsabilidade, apesar dessa inconstância... esse meu amor eh incondicional qdo eu digo q amo.... amo por existir e ter me feito bem, e saber faze-lo... porém, não gostar do msm. Amo ateh mesmo qdo não me quer, não deseja e não trata bem, pq eu não preciso de condições favoráveis p/ amar alguém...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Assim como eu duvido q vc, não me ame também... mesmo q seja só nos meus poucos momentos de extrema fofura! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Td dia eu sinto falta do thão... do thão !! não do thales... já que esse, eh o q eu vejo hj. O anterior respectivamente, eh dono de imensas qualidades descritas aqui, e desse meu sorriso mais sincero... o de hj, tem minha mágoa e minhas lágrimas...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So much... lembra ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;e acho q nd melhor p/ descrever a gnt do que:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"e eu já que já não sou assim... muito de ganhar, JUNTO AS MÃOS AO MEU REDOR, FAÇO O MELHOR, QUE SOU CAPAZ, SÓ P/ VIVER EM PAZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;assim que terminou essa musica vc me beijou...foi vc qm me ensinou a gostar dela tbm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;aquele beijo, baleio ! ;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&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/5505026521425125067-3282646310837668155?l=lauene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/feeds/3282646310837668155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-vencedor.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/3282646310837668155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5505026521425125067/posts/default/3282646310837668155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauene.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-vencedor.html' title='O vencedor !'/><author><name>Lauene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01814877209325969940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/S4Sfb84DerI/AAAAAAAAAOc/9UHJi_6L6_g/S220/DSC08947(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZkXcZFo9u4/R8yyYd8_f7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Q1z1momKuhc/s72-c/lala+-+thales.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
