<?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-7513362004389671579</id><updated>2011-09-12T09:38:35.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>segura a minha mão?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-1267067275217908069</id><published>2011-06-12T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T04:36:46.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-1267067275217908069?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/1267067275217908069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/1267067275217908069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/1267067275217908069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-1130149790378765016</id><published>2011-05-18T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:14:34.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Não sei se será possível a gente escolher as próprias verdades, elas mudam tanto. Não só por isso, nossas verdades quase nunca são iguais às dos outros, e é isso que gera o que chamamos de solidão, desencontro, incomunicabilidade. Talvez a maneira como me debato seja natural, e até positiva. É possível que eu parta daí para um conhecimento maior de mim mesmo. Então estarei livre. Acho que meu mal sou eu mesmo, esses círculos concêntricos envolvendo o centro do que devo ser. Mas só poderei me aproximar dos outros depois de começar a desvendar a mim mesmo. Antes de estender os braços, preciso saber o que há dentro desses braços, porque não quero dar somente o vazio. Também não quero me buscar nos outros, me amoldar ao que eles pensam, e no fim não saber distinguir o pensar deles do meu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Caio Fernando Abreu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e Caio, um só.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-1130149790378765016?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/1130149790378765016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-sei-se-sera-possivel-gente-escolher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/1130149790378765016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/1130149790378765016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-sei-se-sera-possivel-gente-escolher.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-5531696836775284415</id><published>2011-05-12T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:26:18.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deixe-me entrar... destranque a porta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0bUMikMeVc/TcwIJChs4nI/AAAAAAAABEg/uM-6akn-XDU/s1600/DSC03452.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/-G0bUMikMeVc/TcwIJChs4nI/AAAAAAAABEg/uM-6akn-XDU/s320/DSC03452.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605864587559494258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-5531696836775284415?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/5531696836775284415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2011/05/deixe-me-entrar-destranque-porta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/5531696836775284415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/5531696836775284415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2011/05/deixe-me-entrar-destranque-porta.html' title='deixe-me entrar... destranque a porta.'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0bUMikMeVc/TcwIJChs4nI/AAAAAAAABEg/uM-6akn-XDU/s72-c/DSC03452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-5571615158939957588</id><published>2011-05-11T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:26:18.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vamos lá e me dê a chance</title><content type='html'>primeira e unica. quem nunca teve esse desejo atire a primeira pedra. venho me perdendo em meio aos meus pensamentos, você. sinto-me como a Mary Jane Watson, aquela moça que é apaixonada pelo Peter Parker. decidida, cheia de amor pra dar e infelizmente dependente dos sentimentos dele, que vive em dois mundos. devo desistir do coração dele? desprendi a doar sem querer nada em trocar. eu quero tudo, cada beijo, cada olhar, cada sorriso, andar de mãos das e poder dizer, sou amada. quero minha metade na sua metade. então, eu te desafio a me deixar ser a primeira e unica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda marianne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-5571615158939957588?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/5571615158939957588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2011/05/vamos-la-e-me-de-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/5571615158939957588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/5571615158939957588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2011/05/vamos-la-e-me-de-chance.html' title='vamos lá e me dê a chance'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-4385420505221871136</id><published>2010-12-15T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T06:25:39.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que isso valha pra qualquer pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/TQjP2GTkr_I/AAAAAAAABBc/d3qJ-n2O1os/s1600/amanda.%2B%252841%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/TQjP2GTkr_I/AAAAAAAABBc/d3qJ-n2O1os/s320/amanda.%2B%252841%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550915069046730738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teorias. teorias. teorias. teorias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chega um exato momento de nossas vidas que nem elas sobrevivem.&lt;br /&gt;aí sim vem a resposta para todas aquelas teorias que a gente tanto insiste em seguir ou acreditar. qual seria a teoria que definiria tudo que vivemos aqui?&lt;br /&gt;já sei!&lt;br /&gt; - TUDO PASSA.&lt;br /&gt;não é que é verdade que tudo é tão passageiro. passam os segundos, os minutos, passam as horas, passam os dias, os meses, os anos e assim vai...&lt;br /&gt;quando o assunto é sentimento, sim, eles também passam.&lt;br /&gt;amor vira amizade. amizade vira amor. amor e ódio. ódio virando amor.&lt;br /&gt;simpatia, antipatia, gentileza, grosseria. &lt;br /&gt;e me veio na cabeça aquele pedacinho da música do Lulu Santos que diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoje o tempo voa amor, escorre pelas mãos. mesmo sem se sentir, não há tempo&lt;br /&gt;que volte amor, vamos viver tudo que há pra viver. Vamos nos permitir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assim, deixo meus sinceros agradecimentos a 2010 que foi e está sendo um ano de realizações e surpresas. que passe, passe o vento de benção sobre nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda marianne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-4385420505221871136?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/4385420505221871136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2010/12/que-isso-valha-pra-qualquer-pessoa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/4385420505221871136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/4385420505221871136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2010/12/que-isso-valha-pra-qualquer-pessoa.html' title='Que isso valha pra qualquer pessoa'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/TQjP2GTkr_I/AAAAAAAABBc/d3qJ-n2O1os/s72-c/amanda.%2B%252841%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-1496124506214324978</id><published>2010-08-16T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T19:42:12.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dos corações partidos....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/TGn2c2Ry5TI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Q57NvTTRvmo/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/TGn2c2Ry5TI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Q57NvTTRvmo/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506202994904065330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partiu num dia qualquer. sem ao menos dizer adeus. e o que ficou?&lt;br /&gt;um coração que sofre, como quem espera a próxima entrada da estação.&lt;br /&gt;e o que separa o frio do calor é a emoção de saber que vou poder te reencontrar um dia!&lt;br /&gt;eternamente te encontrar. &lt;br /&gt;eternamente encontrar você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosa de Saron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-1496124506214324978?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/1496124506214324978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2010/08/dos-coracoes-partidos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/1496124506214324978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/1496124506214324978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2010/08/dos-coracoes-partidos.html' title='dos corações partidos....'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/TGn2c2Ry5TI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Q57NvTTRvmo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-6797806215745750530</id><published>2010-07-06T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:37:17.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>decisões.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/TDPZmbnw4yI/AAAAAAAAA_o/hpwOFpYgpfU/s1600/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/TDPZmbnw4yI/AAAAAAAAA_o/hpwOFpYgpfU/s400/0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490971624967562018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;é tão dificil lidar com a razão quando o coração entra no balanço das horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*suadades disso tudo aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-6797806215745750530?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/6797806215745750530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2010/07/decisoes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/6797806215745750530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/6797806215745750530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2010/07/decisoes.html' title='decisões.'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/TDPZmbnw4yI/AAAAAAAAA_o/hpwOFpYgpfU/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-7235077968593734528</id><published>2010-05-12T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:20:27.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"E se eu mudasse meu destino num passe de mágica? (...) Estranho, mas é sempre como se houvesse por trás do livre-arbítrio um roteiro fixo, pré-determinado, que não pode ser violado."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caio F.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-7235077968593734528?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/7235077968593734528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-se-eu-mudasse-meu-destino-num-passe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/7235077968593734528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/7235077968593734528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-se-eu-mudasse-meu-destino-num-passe.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-1967608706651558933</id><published>2010-04-22T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T09:43:33.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVENÇÕES •</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/S9B738dbt1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/xdBiOxoQXMM/s1600/rememberme_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/S9B738dbt1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/xdBiOxoQXMM/s320/rememberme_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463002549053011794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/S9B73iQZAZI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ZeftmTHZxkc/s1600/rememberme_htm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/S9B73iQZAZI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ZeftmTHZxkc/s320/rememberme_htm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463002542018986386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a vida é feita de momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro morrer sabendo que estive com você do que passar toda uma eternidade vivo,&lt;br /&gt;mas sem você do meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-1967608706651558933?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/1967608706651558933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2010/04/movencoes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/1967608706651558933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/1967608706651558933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2010/04/movencoes.html' title='MOVENÇÕES •'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/S9B738dbt1I/AAAAAAAAA_M/xdBiOxoQXMM/s72-c/rememberme_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-4906700061085793890</id><published>2010-04-20T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:44:38.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/S85JJeztK9I/AAAAAAAAA-w/bIH5NqiiM6I/s1600/20090426005924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/S85JJeztK9I/AAAAAAAAA-w/bIH5NqiiM6I/s320/20090426005924.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462383825284574162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/S85JJeztK9I/AAAAAAAAA-w/bIH5NqiiM6I/s1600/20090426005924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/S85JJeztK9I/AAAAAAAAA-w/bIH5NqiiM6I/s320/20090426005924.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462383825284574162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e com o tempo vem o desapego, o desespero e o aconchego.&lt;br /&gt;com o tempo a gente aprende ser gente grande.&lt;br /&gt;com o tempo que fala: tic tac tic tac a gente aprende ser a esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;esquecer que doeu e faz doer novamente com aquele mesmo tempo que se foi.&lt;br /&gt;costumo chamar de estranho. tempo estranho. pessoas estranhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é, eu volto com esse tempo estranho como uma estranha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pros nervos: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;adele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;small style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/membros/2270543/"&gt;&lt;small&gt;♪&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-4906700061085793890?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/4906700061085793890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-com-o-tempo-vem-o-desapego-o.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/4906700061085793890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/4906700061085793890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-com-o-tempo-vem-o-desapego-o.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/S85JJeztK9I/AAAAAAAAA-w/bIH5NqiiM6I/s72-c/20090426005924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-1835932169093961810</id><published>2010-01-30T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:35:32.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tic tac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/S2TsQRQm9AI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Km1O9pzxSCw/s1600-h/23_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/S2TsQRQm9AI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Km1O9pzxSCw/s200/23_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432726814770787330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para fazer sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;meu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-1835932169093961810?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/1835932169093961810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2010/01/tic-tac.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/1835932169093961810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/1835932169093961810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2010/01/tic-tac.html' title='tic tac'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/S2TsQRQm9AI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Km1O9pzxSCw/s72-c/23_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-2648173006393576094</id><published>2010-01-03T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:59:13.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good luck 2010 •</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/S0FZEZN9OeI/AAAAAAAAA-c/DpFN-CRi85g/s1600-h/tumblr_kq8jslVgmM1qzb7j7o1_500_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/S0FZEZN9OeI/AAAAAAAAA-c/DpFN-CRi85g/s320/tumblr_kq8jslVgmM1qzb7j7o1_500_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422713358354561506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desejo e amor. irmãos. por vezes gêmeos; nunca porém, gêmeos idênticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desejo é vontade de consumir. absorver, devorar, ingerir e digerir - aniquilar. O desejo não precisa ser instigado por nada mais do que a presença da alteridade. Essa presença é desde sempre uma afronta e uma humilhação. é uma compulsão a preencher lacuna que separa da alteridade, na medida em que esta acena e repele, em que seduz com a promessa do inexplorado e irrita por sua obstinada e evasiva diferença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o amor, por outro lado, é a vontade de cuidar e de preservar o objeto cuidado. Um impulso centrífugo, ao contrário do centrípeto desejo. um impulso de expandir-se, ir além, alcançar o que 'está lá fora'. ingerir, absorver e assimilar o sujeito no objeto , e nâo vice-versa, como o caso do desejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se o desejo quer consumir, o amor quer possuir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-2648173006393576094?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/2648173006393576094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-luck-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/2648173006393576094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/2648173006393576094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-luck-2010.html' title='good luck 2010 •'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/S0FZEZN9OeI/AAAAAAAAA-c/DpFN-CRi85g/s72-c/tumblr_kq8jslVgmM1qzb7j7o1_500_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-3259007573533522496</id><published>2009-12-03T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T06:13:52.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;À que ponto se chega &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;por amor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(128, 128, 128); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SxfD-tFN5RI/AAAAAAAAA9M/BqMRjaLj_eU/s200/b6e27e5609e406e8ddc8209a37271f94_large.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411008959329723666" /&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;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;O que foi? Está achando que você é imune à isso?&lt;/span&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:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se eu fosse você, não apostava!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-3259007573533522496?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/3259007573533522496/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/12/que-ponto-se-chega-por-amor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/3259007573533522496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/3259007573533522496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/12/que-ponto-se-chega-por-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SxfD-tFN5RI/AAAAAAAAA9M/BqMRjaLj_eU/s72-c/b6e27e5609e406e8ddc8209a37271f94_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-45632825792360956</id><published>2009-11-21T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T03:13:54.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vai ter tudo de mim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SwfLKFxFEqI/AAAAAAAAA8g/wRQvPidDvT0/s1600/tumblr_kstfrlVJty1qzvznmo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SwfLKFxFEqI/AAAAAAAAA8g/wRQvPidDvT0/s320/tumblr_kstfrlVJty1qzvznmo1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406513251888730786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu vou tentar te fazer feliz, nem que seja pela ultima vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-45632825792360956?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/45632825792360956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/11/vai-ter-tudo-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/45632825792360956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/45632825792360956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/11/vai-ter-tudo-de-mim.html' title='vai ter tudo de mim.'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SwfLKFxFEqI/AAAAAAAAA8g/wRQvPidDvT0/s72-c/tumblr_kstfrlVJty1qzvznmo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-3391082948950526268</id><published>2009-11-17T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T05:36:42.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>videntes •</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SwKmHbFpWJI/AAAAAAAAA8U/V_gRfImbO14/s1600/3039104484_065da6c4fa_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SwKmHbFpWJI/AAAAAAAAA8U/V_gRfImbO14/s200/3039104484_065da6c4fa_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405065149258750098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 2.5em; font-family: inherit; letter-spacing: -0.05em; "&gt;ações sempre provocam reações&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.79em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 1.165em; font-family: inherit; "&gt;Quando decidimos agir, alguns excessos acontecem. Diz um velho ditado culinário: “para fazer uma omelete é preciso quebrar o ovo”.Quando decidimos agir, é natural que surjam conflitos inesperados. É natural que surjam feridas no decorrer destes conflitos. As feridas passam: permanecem apenas as cicatrizes. Isto é uma bênção; estas cicatrizes ficam conosco o resto da vida, e vão nos ajudar muito. Se em algum momento – por comodismo ou qualquer outra razão – a vontade de voltar ao passado for grande, basta olhar para elas. As cicatrizes vão nos mostrar a marca das algemas, vão nos lembrar os horrores da prisão – e continuaremos caminhando para frente.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.79em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 1.165em; font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.79em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 1.165em; font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-3391082948950526268?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/3391082948950526268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/11/videntes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/3391082948950526268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/3391082948950526268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/11/videntes.html' title='videntes •'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SwKmHbFpWJI/AAAAAAAAA8U/V_gRfImbO14/s72-c/3039104484_065da6c4fa_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-5960829219268158583</id><published>2009-11-15T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:28:52.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e sempre que estiver sozinho nas tardes de domingo&lt;br /&gt;é só você pensar que  eu vou voltar sorrindo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-5960829219268158583?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/5960829219268158583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-sempre-que-estiver-sozinho-nas-tardes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/5960829219268158583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/5960829219268158583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-sempre-que-estiver-sozinho-nas-tardes.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-4112949132387758633</id><published>2009-11-13T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T18:21:55.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ilusoes •</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com vontade de um abraço sincero.&lt;br /&gt;com vontade de atenção.&lt;br /&gt;com vontade de ser eu mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sv4R4t21VqI/AAAAAAAAA8M/7R9Pr2iaK8M/s1600-h/20090325013336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sv4R4t21VqI/AAAAAAAAA8M/7R9Pr2iaK8M/s320/20090325013336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403776268971103906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quanto tempo você tem que esperar por isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quanto tempo eu TENHO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algumas coisas posso inventar.&lt;br /&gt;algumas fabricar, e algumas enviar.&lt;br /&gt;solidão bate á porta.&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/7513362004389671579-4112949132387758633?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/4112949132387758633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/11/ilusoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/4112949132387758633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/4112949132387758633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/11/ilusoes.html' title='ilusoes •'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sv4R4t21VqI/AAAAAAAAA8M/7R9Pr2iaK8M/s72-c/20090325013336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-2478354006089605583</id><published>2009-11-12T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:13:00.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoje e sempre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sv0w8uCK0gI/AAAAAAAAA8E/gUkND2gdrOE/s1600-h/xMk31VLyPq6ah8m1DHH9X4quo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sv0w8uCK0gI/AAAAAAAAA8E/gUkND2gdrOE/s200/xMk31VLyPq6ah8m1DHH9X4quo1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403528947621876226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;inevitavelmente na vida, a gente sempre passa por um momento dificil. seja você rico ou pobre, a gente sempre se depara por um momento com a dor e sofrimento. e pode vir de muitas formas... por vir como um problema de sáude. pode vim como um desemprego. e pode vir da forma mais trágica que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;é quando a gente perde alguém que a gente ama muito. deixando o coração uma saudade...&lt;/span&gt;  que diferença faz eu acreditar em Deus?&lt;br /&gt;-  a diferença é que quando você acredita, a tristeza vem sim, ela entra na tua casa, passeia. mais quando ela vai embora, ela não te rouba nada, não te rouba tua fé, não te rouba tua alegria, não rouba tua esperança, não te rouba a tua capacidade de&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; amar&lt;/span&gt;, principalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gente deve colocar nosso coração. nossos sentimentos, o que estamos vivendo. se permitir, sentir que mesmo na tempestade, Deus se faz presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-2478354006089605583?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/2478354006089605583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/11/hoje-e-sempre.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/2478354006089605583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/2478354006089605583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/11/hoje-e-sempre.html' title='hoje e sempre.'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sv0w8uCK0gI/AAAAAAAAA8E/gUkND2gdrOE/s72-c/xMk31VLyPq6ah8m1DHH9X4quo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-5773868132203445040</id><published>2009-11-08T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:10:59.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eis a questão •</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SvbfNwXiOoI/AAAAAAAAA78/zuHB6xSrrac/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401750230492396162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 35px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SvbfNwXiOoI/AAAAAAAAA78/zuHB6xSrrac/s200/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;eu me sinto responsável por aquilo que cativo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;gostaria que todas as pessoas fossem fieis, leais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;lealdade tá em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;extinção&lt;/span&gt;, não é? e fidelidade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;o que é ser fiel? o que é ser leal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;já dizia minha mãe&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cuide bem do seu amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seja ele quem for.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-5773868132203445040?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/5773868132203445040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/11/eis-questao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/5773868132203445040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/5773868132203445040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/11/eis-questao.html' title='eis a questão •'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SvbfNwXiOoI/AAAAAAAAA78/zuHB6xSrrac/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-5403613627022233365</id><published>2009-11-07T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T14:31:50.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>novembro •</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SvXz50a89NI/AAAAAAAAA70/Bi7CU9Rv_lI/s1600-h/41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401491502750561490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SvXz50a89NI/AAAAAAAAA70/Bi7CU9Rv_lI/s200/41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando a estrela faz sinal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ou é você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que quer me dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que gosta de brilhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Solto no céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favo de mel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tão doce de provar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tão fácil de gostar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A TURMA DO BALÃO MÁGICO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saudade disso aqui. saudade de vocês daqui.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;foto: eu e o amor da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-5403613627022233365?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/5403613627022233365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/11/novembro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/5403613627022233365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/5403613627022233365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/11/novembro.html' title='novembro •'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SvXz50a89NI/AAAAAAAAA70/Bi7CU9Rv_lI/s72-c/41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-7218263161510986798</id><published>2009-10-17T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:31:05.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cheiro de amor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/StoMI6qDV_I/AAAAAAAAA7s/dhQTm8yrfDY/s1600-h/i__m_yours__we__re_togethers_by_ntscha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393636851053713394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/StoMI6qDV_I/AAAAAAAAA7s/dhQTm8yrfDY/s200/i__m_yours__we__re_togethers_by_ntscha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; - meu coração não batia há quase noventa anos, mas isso era diferente. era como se meu coração não estivesse ali… como se eu estivesse oco. como se eu tivesse deixado com você tudo o que havia aqui dentro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Edward - Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-7218263161510986798?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/7218263161510986798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheiro-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/7218263161510986798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/7218263161510986798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheiro-de-amor.html' title='cheiro de amor.'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/StoMI6qDV_I/AAAAAAAAA7s/dhQTm8yrfDY/s72-c/i__m_yours__we__re_togethers_by_ntscha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-4531337813932618684</id><published>2009-10-12T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T06:19:59.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lifehouse sempre me inspirou.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... e decidi que a vida logo me daria tudo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se eu não deixasse que o medo me apagasse no escuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391701699593388994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/StMsIRsiQ8I/AAAAAAAAA7k/YFRghN_MrF0/s200/Bring_me_to_the_top_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-4531337813932618684?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/4531337813932618684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/10/lifehouse-sempre-me-inspirou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/4531337813932618684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/4531337813932618684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/10/lifehouse-sempre-me-inspirou.html' title='lifehouse sempre me inspirou.'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/StMsIRsiQ8I/AAAAAAAAA7k/YFRghN_MrF0/s72-c/Bring_me_to_the_top_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-3490311447643979183</id><published>2009-10-10T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T11:11:13.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>os teus desejos coloridos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/StDOFWoN2II/AAAAAAAAA7c/x_JVhlIwDBI/s1600-h/Behind_my_sorrow_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391035345331411074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/StDOFWoN2II/AAAAAAAAA7c/x_JVhlIwDBI/s200/Behind_my_sorrow_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;eu por exemplo,tatuaria em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;todas as telas do mundo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;por um sorriso teu... sincero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-3490311447643979183?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/3490311447643979183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/10/os-teus-desejos-coloridos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/3490311447643979183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/3490311447643979183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/10/os-teus-desejos-coloridos.html' title='os teus desejos coloridos.'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/StDOFWoN2II/AAAAAAAAA7c/x_JVhlIwDBI/s72-c/Behind_my_sorrow_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-8289780096880089755</id><published>2009-10-09T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T05:49:20.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(A)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Ss8w7T9SDqI/AAAAAAAAA7U/FOoRYzvfkc4/s1600-h/Softly_by_ByLaauraa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390581074513497762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Ss8w7T9SDqI/AAAAAAAAA7U/FOoRYzvfkc4/s200/Softly_by_ByLaauraa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;decididamente, eu sei ser animada, sei ser amável. agradável. Afável. e esses são apenas os As. só não me peça para ser simpática. simpatia não tem nada a ver comigo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;( a menina que roubava livros )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- as vezes, não tem nada a ver comigo também.&lt;/div&gt;lá vou eu, perto de toda minha sanidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-8289780096880089755?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/8289780096880089755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/8289780096880089755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/8289780096880089755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='(A)'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Ss8w7T9SDqI/AAAAAAAAA7U/FOoRYzvfkc4/s72-c/Softly_by_ByLaauraa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-9187525164812937418</id><published>2009-09-26T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T09:17:48.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>egoísmo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;eu queria que toda essa dor de dentro do meu peito &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saísse&lt;/span&gt;. queria saber rasgar todas as tuas marcas. todos os meus apelos, todos os teus cuidados. é pai, eu não sei se tive tempo suficiente de dizer o quanto me valia, o quanto significava pra mim. mais estava no sangue, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;éramos&lt;/span&gt; sangue. metade do meu inteiro. pai, que saudade de poder discutir contigo a relação. de falar das pessoas que a gente não gostava, de tirar suas fotos, todas com aquelas poses, as mesmas. sempre. que saudade. é inevitável não dizer que tenho medo do amanhã sem a sua presença. querendo ou não, pai é a nossa fortaleza. é o nosso bem querer, é o nosso mais tudo nesse mundo. é pai. que falta você me faz. que vontade de gargalhar contigo, de pular na sua barriga, que saudade de te chamar de chato. o que me resta? é, são lágrimas. lágrimas pesadas que ao &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;caírem&lt;/span&gt; me fazem ver o quanto é importante dizer eu te amo mãe, te amo pai. sinto. sinto muito. não tenho tempo, não tive tanto tempo. amanhã é o teu dia pai, é o teu aniversário. seriam 40 anos. seus tão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;amedrontados&lt;/span&gt; 40 anos. e cá estou eu. com a metades deles. eu sei, fui seus olhos, fui sua tão sonhada filha. mais o que me resta pai? desespero? desistir de tudo que me cerca? não, não é? eu sei dos teus sonhos, eu sabia das tuas vontades. mais sinto que não tenho tanta força.mais estou vivendo, estou amando, estou sonhado. é que a saudade pai, é grande. o meu sentimento é grande. e agora do que vale ele? anda não é? quem ama cuida, preserva, as vezes até machuca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;que todos os caminhos me encaminham pra você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-9187525164812937418?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/9187525164812937418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/09/egoismo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/9187525164812937418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/9187525164812937418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/09/egoismo.html' title='egoísmo.'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-1184509216015070649</id><published>2009-09-19T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T04:55:50.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>respostas .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SrTGc-uX3oI/AAAAAAAAA6c/WbWg2hsv8YI/s1600-h/imagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383145655790722690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SrTGc-uX3oI/AAAAAAAAA6c/WbWg2hsv8YI/s200/imagem.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o teu cheiro ainda é tão doce.&lt;/strong&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/7513362004389671579-1184509216015070649?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/1184509216015070649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/09/respostas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/1184509216015070649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/1184509216015070649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/09/respostas.html' title='respostas .'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SrTGc-uX3oI/AAAAAAAAA6c/WbWg2hsv8YI/s72-c/imagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-83668739591763670</id><published>2009-09-17T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:22:45.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>e você?</title><content type='html'>- Eu conheço um planeta onde há um sujeito vermelho, quase roxo. Nunca cheirou uma flor. Nunca olhou uma estrela. Nunca amou ninguém. Nunca fez outra coisa senão somas. E o dia todo repete como tu: "Eu sou um homem sério! Eu sou um homem sério!" e isso o faz inchar-se de orgulho. Mas ele não é um homem; é um cogumelo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382478175863176418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SrJnYiOd_OI/AAAAAAAAA6U/6HbljIIrh6M/s200/Dancing_rain_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;do pequeno príncipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;p.s: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;penso que sou um morango.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bem &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;grande&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, adocicado e vermelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-83668739591763670?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/83668739591763670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-voce.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/83668739591763670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/83668739591763670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-voce.html' title='e você?'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SrJnYiOd_OI/AAAAAAAAA6U/6HbljIIrh6M/s72-c/Dancing_rain_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-4080938758291037702</id><published>2009-09-15T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T07:28:08.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hoje.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“... a única verdade é que vivo. Sinceramente, eu vivo. Quem sou? Bem, isso já é demais (...) Perco a consciência, mas não importa, encontro a maior serenidade na alucinação. É curioso como não sei dizer quem sou. Quer dizer, sei-o bem, mas não posso dizer. Sobretudo tenho medo de dizer, porque no momento em que tento falar não só não exprimo o que sinto como o que sinto se transforma lentamente no que eu digo.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Perto do Coração Selvagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-4080938758291037702?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/4080938758291037702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/09/verdades.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/4080938758291037702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/4080938758291037702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/09/verdades.html' title='hoje.'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-73042609451069377</id><published>2009-09-06T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:17:11.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>madrugada •</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SqSJHGwC1QI/AAAAAAAAA38/yRWg49s8KUQ/s1600-h/9002861a05526df1824b2c9d9d44ae01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378574610151429378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SqSJHGwC1QI/AAAAAAAAA38/yRWg49s8KUQ/s200/9002861a05526df1824b2c9d9d44ae01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;quando me sinto sozinha, corro pra cá. parece que o tempo aqui fica curto, que as letras &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;arrendodadas&lt;/span&gt; ficam com todas as minhas lágrimas e assim vou vivendo. escorrendo. rasgando-as a cada nova fase, a cada nova descoberta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incomum&lt;/span&gt;. e quando tudo acabar? e quando não parece ter sentido? mais me diga &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aê&lt;/span&gt;, o que faz sentido nesse mundo? gosto do sol, quando não me queima. amo as nuvens azul-rosas-violetas e as cinzas. gosto do gosto da chuva na ponta do meu nariz- língua. gosto do brilho dos teus olhos, gosto mais ainda quando encontram os meus. necessito de cheiro, cheiro-rastro. é... &lt;strong&gt;você meu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pon&lt;/span&gt;.to fraco.&lt;/strong&gt; sou fraca, perco o chão quando estou contigo, sem saída. sinto-me possuída por suas manias. seu detalhes tão meus, como um em dois. dois em um. ímpar querendo ser par. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lá vem o amor nos dilacerar de novo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;nada faz &lt;strong&gt;sen&lt;/strong&gt;tido.&lt;br /&gt;ou nada é &lt;strong&gt;sen&lt;/strong&gt;tido.&lt;br /&gt;ou será que &lt;strong&gt;sin&lt;/strong&gt;to demais?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-73042609451069377?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/73042609451069377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/09/madrugada.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/73042609451069377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/73042609451069377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/09/madrugada.html' title='madrugada •'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SqSJHGwC1QI/AAAAAAAAA38/yRWg49s8KUQ/s72-c/9002861a05526df1824b2c9d9d44ae01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-2839023656842814708</id><published>2009-09-03T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T07:41:51.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>medos •</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sp_Vh_XSAxI/AAAAAAAAA3o/xyVgtrFCnF8/s1600-h/Back_to_the_rivers_of_belief_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377251260025144082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sp_Vh_XSAxI/AAAAAAAAA3o/xyVgtrFCnF8/s200/Back_to_the_rivers_of_belief_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não ir embora:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ato de amor e confiança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-2839023656842814708?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/2839023656842814708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/09/medos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/2839023656842814708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/2839023656842814708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/09/medos.html' title='medos •'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sp_Vh_XSAxI/AAAAAAAAA3o/xyVgtrFCnF8/s72-c/Back_to_the_rivers_of_belief_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-8658819340762698852</id><published>2009-09-02T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T07:11:27.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>é, eu sei.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sp584xNheaI/AAAAAAAAA3g/vpR2Jtd1eB0/s1600-h/Blame_it_on_me_by_worthyG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376872319851526562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sp584xNheaI/AAAAAAAAA3g/vpR2Jtd1eB0/s200/Blame_it_on_me_by_worthyG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas quando eu estiver morto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suplico que não me mate, não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dentro de ti, dentro de ti . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;o nando reis e o samuel rosa estavão tão inspirados, que continuam me inspirando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-8658819340762698852?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/8658819340762698852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-eu-sei.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/8658819340762698852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/8658819340762698852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-eu-sei.html' title='é, eu sei.'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sp584xNheaI/AAAAAAAAA3g/vpR2Jtd1eB0/s72-c/Blame_it_on_me_by_worthyG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-9069665330689788248</id><published>2009-09-01T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T07:22:11.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ao amor pra salvar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sp0tohsmZmI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/z0XMgrHz_qE/s1600-h/651fe3d3098ccf472822e71ac765d035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376503704413693538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sp0tohsmZmI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/z0XMgrHz_qE/s200/651fe3d3098ccf472822e71ac765d035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sp0tU5_EFHI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/s4-jYmi32Uk/s1600-h/651fe3d3098ccf472822e71ac765d035.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tô indo pra onde haja sol,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; por isso meu coração é meu lar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; se você quiser ir pode vim,  já guardei seu lugar...&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-9069665330689788248?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/9069665330689788248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/09/ao-amor-pra-salvar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/9069665330689788248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/9069665330689788248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/09/ao-amor-pra-salvar.html' title='ao amor pra salvar.'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sp0tohsmZmI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/z0XMgrHz_qE/s72-c/651fe3d3098ccf472822e71ac765d035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-858428275008095919</id><published>2009-08-31T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:06:27.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SpyOC6LIQLI/AAAAAAAAA3I/rd3vWzeX7Fs/s1600-h/imagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376328235800346802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 61px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SpyOC6LIQLI/AAAAAAAAA3I/rd3vWzeX7Fs/s200/imagem.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me sinto só, mais quem é que nunca se sentiu assim?... resposta !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"tenho a impressão que alguma coisa muda e muda forte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;não sei bem o quê."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;caio fernando abreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/7513362004389671579-858428275008095919?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/858428275008095919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/858428275008095919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/858428275008095919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='. . .'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SpyOC6LIQLI/AAAAAAAAA3I/rd3vWzeX7Fs/s72-c/imagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-1591823898464827759</id><published>2009-08-29T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:34:47.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>V I C I O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Spmav5FohiI/AAAAAAAAA14/xx2e72Y5QJg/s1600-h/novasdeluanova1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375497777812375074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Spmav5FohiI/AAAAAAAAA14/xx2e72Y5QJg/s200/novasdeluanova1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SpmaT6q-TwI/AAAAAAAAA1w/TzMSIMT9Yd8/s1600-h/novasdeluanova1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;até onde um amor é capaz de mudar uma história? até onde você seria capaz de mudar por um amor? lidar com mistérios te dá borboletas no estômago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mistérios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;obsessão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;compulsão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;delírios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ansiedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;olhares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;conflitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sedução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;uma linda história de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Nós nos olhαmos cuidαdosαmente por um minuto e depois enquαnto&lt;br /&gt;seu queixo trincαdo αos poucos relαxαvα, suα expressão tornou-se confusα.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Fiz αlgumα coisα? perguntou ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Não pelo contrário está me deixαndo loucα- Expliquei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/7513362004389671579-1591823898464827759?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/1591823898464827759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/08/v-i-c-i-o.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/1591823898464827759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/1591823898464827759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/08/v-i-c-i-o.html' title='V I C I O'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Spmav5FohiI/AAAAAAAAA14/xx2e72Y5QJg/s72-c/novasdeluanova1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-2369233079117798445</id><published>2009-08-26T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T13:48:08.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oásis •</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SpXAoHtu1MI/AAAAAAAAA1o/TEZps6TElB4/s1600-h/0+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374413525834716354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SpXAoHtu1MI/AAAAAAAAA1o/TEZps6TElB4/s200/0+(8).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; que saudade de tudo que me lembra aqui. minha outra casa, cidade, país. onde pessoas dizem o que querem e escreve o que sente. coisa mágica é sair colhendo um pouco aqui, outro alí. gosto de tudo que tende a me acrescentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quais são teus planos hoje?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e quando se sente sozinho?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- ficar aqui, viajando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- corro pra cá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*eu vou dizendo na seqüência bem clichê,&lt;br /&gt;eu preciso de você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-2369233079117798445?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/2369233079117798445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/08/oasis.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/2369233079117798445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/2369233079117798445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/08/oasis.html' title='oásis •'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SpXAoHtu1MI/AAAAAAAAA1o/TEZps6TElB4/s72-c/0+(8).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-6422492451829741721</id><published>2009-08-15T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:50:47.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Soau8Od7OXI/AAAAAAAAA04/LB4wPPWY6vo/s1600-h/Amor_by_BlueLovesYellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370171955384891762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Soau8Od7OXI/AAAAAAAAA04/LB4wPPWY6vo/s200/Amor_by_BlueLovesYellow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eu quero ficar perto de tudo que acho certo, até o dia que eu mudar de opnião.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-6422492451829741721?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/6422492451829741721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-quero-ficar-perto-de-tudo-que-acho.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/6422492451829741721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/6422492451829741721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-quero-ficar-perto-de-tudo-que-acho.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Soau8Od7OXI/AAAAAAAAA04/LB4wPPWY6vo/s72-c/Amor_by_BlueLovesYellow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-6976919032531783011</id><published>2009-08-09T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:47:04.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vem do coração.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sn95_a5ecTI/AAAAAAAAA0k/1n4NpY5AmaM/s1600-h/1+(21).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368143411308032306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sn95_a5ecTI/AAAAAAAAA0k/1n4NpY5AmaM/s200/1+(21).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;a ele, só tenho que agradecer. pelo meu nascimento, gosto de fato de viver. agradeço pela minha educação. pelos meus conceitos, sim ele me ajudou muito a exergar as pessoas e suas ações. a ele que me deixou nesse ano, obrigada por todos os dias dos pais anteriores. e obrigada por ter me deixado outro pai aqui. sinceramente, sinto saudades. saudade da sua voz, do seu cheiro, das suas reclamações. sinto muita falta do seu jeito se ser pai. amo muito você. saudade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frase da semana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Quando você perdoa, você ama. E quando você ama, a luz de Deus brilha em você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-6976919032531783011?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/6976919032531783011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/08/vem-do-coracao.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/6976919032531783011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/6976919032531783011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/08/vem-do-coracao.html' title='vem do coração.'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sn95_a5ecTI/AAAAAAAAA0k/1n4NpY5AmaM/s72-c/1+(21).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-4550938072586327531</id><published>2009-08-04T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:31:15.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>de novo •</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Snh5dQLp0VI/AAAAAAAAA0E/cZZ1gYK1qo0/s1600-h/filmes_cidade_de_anjos_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366172499478958418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Snh5dQLp0VI/AAAAAAAAA0E/cZZ1gYK1qo0/s200/filmes_cidade_de_anjos_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Ela não acreditava em anjos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Até se apaixonar por um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cidade dos anjos&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Experimentar. O novo sempre é bem vindo do lado de cá. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu gosto da noite. Sem a escuridão, não poderíamos ver as estrelas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-4550938072586327531?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/4550938072586327531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-novo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/4550938072586327531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/4550938072586327531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-novo.html' title='de novo •'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Snh5dQLp0VI/AAAAAAAAA0E/cZZ1gYK1qo0/s72-c/filmes_cidade_de_anjos_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-1288787363101763196</id><published>2009-07-29T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:20:05.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>você.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SnDnJb0xuZI/AAAAAAAAAzw/g-yjefSuQEg/s1600-h/frederiksen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364041305472219538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SnDnJb0xuZI/AAAAAAAAAzw/g-yjefSuQEg/s200/frederiksen1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é você que dispeta o meu melhor sorriso. é você que me faz querer ser a melhor das mulheres. é você que faz meu coração bater e parar ao mesmo tempo. é você que me faz suspirar nos piores dias. as vezes é por você que dou a volta por cima. as vezes é por você que eu canto. você sim, é daquelas pessoas que eu quero junto, juntinho sempre. é você meu doce luar, meio raio de sol, minha ventania. é você que eu quero levar nos meus pensamentos. é você. só você. porque quando estou com você, não me sinto só.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-1288787363101763196?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/1288787363101763196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/07/voce.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/1288787363101763196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/1288787363101763196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/07/voce.html' title='você.'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SnDnJb0xuZI/AAAAAAAAAzw/g-yjefSuQEg/s72-c/frederiksen1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-8989636038155088135</id><published>2009-07-25T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:52:09.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>você sabe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Smtg3yhKlHI/AAAAAAAAAys/iHaBd4JcmZ4/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362486292884657266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Smtg3yhKlHI/AAAAAAAAAys/iHaBd4JcmZ4/s400/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; de cada imagem errada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que a velha palavra usada nos trás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de tudo que signifique&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que para sermos &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; temos que ser &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;iguais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;dica de música do dia: Dos Colores: Blanco Y Negro - Paulinho Moska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-8989636038155088135?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/8989636038155088135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/07/voce-sabe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/8989636038155088135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/8989636038155088135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/07/voce-sabe.html' title='você sabe?'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Smtg3yhKlHI/AAAAAAAAAys/iHaBd4JcmZ4/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-8077863547838030982</id><published>2009-07-23T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T06:01:51.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>por sentir vontade •</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SmhcG1K_gPI/AAAAAAAAAxk/pqH8XgDT278/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361636628806729970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SmhcG1K_gPI/AAAAAAAAAxk/pqH8XgDT278/s200/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eu quis te convencer, mas chega de insistir, caberá ao nosso amor o que há de vir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SmhbRa4RRVI/AAAAAAAAAxc/1PQkAbkHLxI/s1600-h/P7180262.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;por camelo.marcelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as vezes também fico achando assim, que tudo o que vejo tá errado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas gosto de ficar de olhos bem abertos, sentindo de tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7513362004389671579-8077863547838030982?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/8077863547838030982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/07/por-sentir-vontade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/8077863547838030982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/8077863547838030982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/07/por-sentir-vontade.html' title='por sentir vontade •'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SmhcG1K_gPI/AAAAAAAAAxk/pqH8XgDT278/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-7422792833574119679</id><published>2009-07-21T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:32:50.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>caminhado.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SmZqR0M8h_I/AAAAAAAAAxU/A8We2ZFsAjs/s1600-h/P7180259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361089260734416882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SmZqR0M8h_I/AAAAAAAAAxU/A8We2ZFsAjs/s200/P7180259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não sou poeta, nem coisa do tipo. não sei escrever bem, nunca soube. na verdade, eu sinto, sempre soube sentir. essência, sou boa nisso. enquanto as palavras, me perco em todas elas. venho me perdendo em muitas outras coisas. perdida. expressões. expressar. expresso. escuta o meu silêncio? quero ouvir o teu. vem, eu não sei viver sem te sentir.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;e quando me sinto sozinha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;/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;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7513362004389671579-7422792833574119679?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/7422792833574119679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/07/caminhado.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/7422792833574119679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/7422792833574119679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/07/caminhado.html' title='caminhado.'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SmZqR0M8h_I/AAAAAAAAAxU/A8We2ZFsAjs/s72-c/P7180259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-5267639499078958478</id><published>2009-07-16T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T11:09:45.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você dói muito •</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sl9DxmrVLDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W4EMZGCf5UA/s1600-h/halsey_home_again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076601069120562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sl9DxmrVLDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W4EMZGCf5UA/s200/halsey_home_again.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque as vezes, a gente tem que rir. pra não chorar.&lt;br /&gt;porque as vezes, a melhor coisa é saber quem a gente é &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e o que a gente tem. e ponto final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-5267639499078958478?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/5267639499078958478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/07/porques.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/5267639499078958478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/5267639499078958478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/07/porques.html' title='Você dói muito •'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sl9DxmrVLDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/W4EMZGCf5UA/s72-c/halsey_home_again.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-5713727365781419412</id><published>2009-07-12T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T06:43:33.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fato •</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;e hoje eu resolvi tirar pra pensar. escrever. falar. e ouvir. penso em quanta coisa acontece e que só no final da semana é que eu paro pra processar. é que parece que as vezes a gente vai vivendo assim, por osmose. é que agora eu consigo ver as mesmas coisas, com outros olhos. e sentir as mesmas, com mais desprendimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Slnobi55SgI/AAAAAAAAAwM/kk0V6GyiiXA/s1600-h/_Leave_out_all_the_rest__by_Nonnetta.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357568791657662978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Slnobi55SgI/AAAAAAAAAwM/kk0V6GyiiXA/s200/_Leave_out_all_the_rest__by_Nonnetta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;um valor a mais foi agregado ai. aquela velha relação entra perda e valor. é que agora eu não me preocupo mais com o que os outros vão achar de tudo isso. é que agora, eu sou mais leve.&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/7513362004389671579-5713727365781419412?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/5713727365781419412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/07/fato.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/5713727365781419412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/5713727365781419412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/07/fato.html' title='fato •'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Slnobi55SgI/AAAAAAAAAwM/kk0V6GyiiXA/s72-c/_Leave_out_all_the_rest__by_Nonnetta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-587758863745009047</id><published>2009-07-07T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:22:21.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>não fuja de mim •</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quando eu lhe vejo, meu coração sai pela boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Se eu morrer de amor não se preocupe eu vou pro céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-587758863745009047?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/587758863745009047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-fuja-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/587758863745009047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/587758863745009047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-fuja-de-mim.html' title='não fuja de mim •'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-8673406719506408817</id><published>2009-07-05T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T14:03:18.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eu ouço sinos •</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SlEUxIeHTfI/AAAAAAAAAv0/fg6vFBR_tP8/s1600-h/the_travelling_girl_by_salciotti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355084266240167410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SlEUxIeHTfI/AAAAAAAAAv0/fg6vFBR_tP8/s200/the_travelling_girl_by_salciotti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;intocável. era assim que ela se sentia. como uma leve brisa, que infiltrava por onde ia passando. seus sonhos eram muitos, sonhos sonhos sonhos, era movida por todos eles, respirava sonhos. sonhava tanto que não sabia como os realizar. volta e meia era tomada por uma grande frustração. espelhos despedaçados em várias partes, era assim que ela se sentia. seu ponto fraco: sentimentalismo em excesso. gotas de sentimentos transbordavam na torneira do seu banheiro. suas pernas eram de algodão doce, seu cabelo revestido de sol e seus lábios eram morangos vermelhos esperando por uma leve mordida. talvez, esse fosse o seu maior desejo.  em seu coração corria festim, coloridos feito a sua alma. estava à procura de quem o fizessem barar de bater. tomada pela esperança de ser possuída pelo mais valioso dos sentimentos: o amor. o mais puro e verdadeiro amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;p.s: eu queria ser uma nota músical. em especial nesse momento do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Yann Tiersen, quando a música é metade do filme" href="http://coletivoes.blog.br/coletivo/yann-tiersen-quando-a-musica-e-metade-do-filme" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Yann Tiersen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-8673406719506408817?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/8673406719506408817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-ouco-sinos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/8673406719506408817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/8673406719506408817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-ouco-sinos.html' title='eu ouço sinos •'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SlEUxIeHTfI/AAAAAAAAAv0/fg6vFBR_tP8/s72-c/the_travelling_girl_by_salciotti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-6236706741665441493</id><published>2009-07-04T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:16:35.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sussuros •</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sk_NIWjUQKI/AAAAAAAAAvk/y6ys99XX-0E/s1600-h/LOVE_by_xtinykissxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354724025343164578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sk_NIWjUQKI/AAAAAAAAAvk/y6ys99XX-0E/s200/LOVE_by_xtinykissxx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mas o ciúme... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;é uma coisa estranha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;é muito mais poderoso do que eu teria pensado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;e é irracional!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;não se "desama" dando um mero&lt;br /&gt;tchau...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-6236706741665441493?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/6236706741665441493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/07/sussuros.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/6236706741665441493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/6236706741665441493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/07/sussuros.html' title='sussuros •'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sk_NIWjUQKI/AAAAAAAAAvk/y6ys99XX-0E/s72-c/LOVE_by_xtinykissxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-9039011122996669110</id><published>2009-07-03T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:16:10.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pensando demais.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sk6mN18FacI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Fcg8e5fOau0/s1600-h/olhos+(3)+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354399763737700802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sk6mN18FacI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Fcg8e5fOau0/s200/olhos+(3)+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quando me sinto sozinha, ponho meu barco a remar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sentimentos me invadem como ondas, sinto-me sufocar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"mas a partir do momento em que você vê, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mesmo involuntariamente, você está perdido:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as coisas não voltarão a ser mais as mesmas e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;você próprio já não será o mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;caio fernando abreu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-9039011122996669110?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/9039011122996669110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/07/pensando-demais.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/9039011122996669110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/9039011122996669110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/07/pensando-demais.html' title='pensando demais.'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sk6mN18FacI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Fcg8e5fOau0/s72-c/olhos+(3)+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-6539660128938056355</id><published>2009-06-30T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:52:07.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tem sol com vento e vontade de dizer aquelas coisas que penso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SkqI8hQAJ5I/AAAAAAAAAuk/mn-0qDVXYyA/s1600-h/amanda+marianne+(72).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353241680382273426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SkqI8hQAJ5I/AAAAAAAAAuk/mn-0qDVXYyA/s200/amanda+marianne+(72).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;quero ficar no abraço da minha pessoa favorita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"como um passatempo quero mais te ver "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-6539660128938056355?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/6539660128938056355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/06/tem-sol-com-vento-e-vontade-de-dizer.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/6539660128938056355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/6539660128938056355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/06/tem-sol-com-vento-e-vontade-de-dizer.html' title='Tem sol com vento e vontade de dizer aquelas coisas que penso.'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SkqI8hQAJ5I/AAAAAAAAAuk/mn-0qDVXYyA/s72-c/amanda+marianne+(72).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-1093682593173815519</id><published>2009-06-26T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:15:23.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>telegrama.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SkXt6u0BS3I/AAAAAAAAAtc/2uKpO5AZYtQ/s1600-h/P7200053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351945325454117746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SkXt6u0BS3I/AAAAAAAAAtc/2uKpO5AZYtQ/s200/P7200053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SkVy6HWeYxI/AAAAAAAAAtU/alnl2Rmmgng/s1600-h/Untitled+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;opções. primeira ou segunda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;é ruim se deparar com essa dúvida, quando o que se tem em jogo é sentimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;é mais ruim ainda se sentir a 2° opção na vida de um alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;palavras são diferentes de atitudes. atitudes são totalmente diferentes de palavras soltas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;às vezes só é preciso um pouco mais de atenção. dedicação. esforço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tudo é tão simples. porque complicamos tudo? . . .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s: aprendi que não posso tratar as pessoas esperando receber o mesmo tratamento. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;errada sou eu , não né?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7513362004389671579-1093682593173815519?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/1093682593173815519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/06/telegrama.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/1093682593173815519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/1093682593173815519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/06/telegrama.html' title='telegrama.'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SkXt6u0BS3I/AAAAAAAAAtc/2uKpO5AZYtQ/s72-c/P7200053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-4735691842607304912</id><published>2009-06-19T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T03:05:39.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>futil[idade].</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SkXu4nKBrfI/AAAAAAAAAtk/7NWUpxk3I_E/s1600-h/hnauahnauahnua+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351946388550823410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SkXu4nKBrfI/AAAAAAAAAtk/7NWUpxk3I_E/s200/hnauahnauahnua+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SjwKUG-H-mI/AAAAAAAAAs0/huI4Z44mFEI/s1600-h/Untitled+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Por que uma coisa não pode ser só uma coisa e pronto? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Preciso descansar o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;De verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-4735691842607304912?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/4735691842607304912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/06/por-que-uma-coisa-nao-pode-ser-so-uma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/4735691842607304912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/4735691842607304912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/06/por-que-uma-coisa-nao-pode-ser-so-uma.html' title='futil[idade].'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SkXu4nKBrfI/AAAAAAAAAtk/7NWUpxk3I_E/s72-c/hnauahnauahnua+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-8692858969183711629</id><published>2009-06-11T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T03:13:19.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mais uma vez.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SkXwKFCSBII/AAAAAAAAAt0/7hyU6k3QJEM/s1600-h/Untitled+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351947788140807298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SkXwKFCSBII/AAAAAAAAAt0/7hyU6k3QJEM/s200/Untitled+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SjF9GrgSI6I/AAAAAAAAAqI/c5zQ_HpuMXU/s1600-h/Untitled+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sentimentos &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[in]definos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tendem a me afligir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;e fica aquela sensação que o erro é meu. tenho medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;medo de não enxergar, medo de não ouvir, medo de não sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;ficar longe e perto nunca me fez bem, não me faz bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;sou daquele velho tipo que precisa de atenção, precisa de demonstração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;nunca fui de ficar sentada esperando cair do céu. paciência? é, to tentando lidar com a minha velha paciência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;difícil viu? muito mesmo. só. mais uma vez me sinto só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e fica aquele trecho do Moska que diz:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;"Eu lanço minha alma no espaço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Você pisa os pés na terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Eu experimento o futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;E você só lamenta não ser o que era..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-8692858969183711629?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/8692858969183711629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/06/sentimentos-indefinos-tendem-me-afligir.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/8692858969183711629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/8692858969183711629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/06/sentimentos-indefinos-tendem-me-afligir.html' title='mais uma vez.'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SkXwKFCSBII/AAAAAAAAAt0/7hyU6k3QJEM/s72-c/Untitled+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-4744830747802331232</id><published>2009-06-07T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T03:18:18.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>concorda?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SkXx2oll4SI/AAAAAAAAAuM/9luV1quTBKw/s1600-h/6383a695d419c66d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351949653110022434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SkXx2oll4SI/AAAAAAAAAuM/9luV1quTBKw/s320/6383a695d419c66d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SkXxrXZlKXI/AAAAAAAAAuE/_hDK7b4v0j0/s1600-h/6383a695d419c66d.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"olha, sabe duma coisa que eu aprendi? o segredo do belo está aqui, oh. na sua cuca, no seu olho que realmente vê, dentro de você. se você souber olhar as coisas dum jeito mágico, tudo fica mais bonito."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Caio F. &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/7513362004389671579-4744830747802331232?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/4744830747802331232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/06/olha-sabe-duma-coisa-que-eu-aprendi-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/4744830747802331232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/4744830747802331232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/06/olha-sabe-duma-coisa-que-eu-aprendi-o.html' title='concorda?'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SkXx2oll4SI/AAAAAAAAAuM/9luV1quTBKw/s72-c/6383a695d419c66d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-7383248941183190140</id><published>2009-06-06T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:48:45.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bem colorida •</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SircB02ZmtI/AAAAAAAAApo/zBeHUiK3CiU/s1600-h/789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344325831753308882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SircB02ZmtI/AAAAAAAAApo/zBeHUiK3CiU/s320/789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu me considero simples. Embora meus vários tipos de simplicidade às vezes se entrechoquem. Simples, mas não simplificada, nem simplifico os outros. Daí a pergunta, daí os equívocos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[clarice lispestor]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-7383248941183190140?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/7383248941183190140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/06/ilustracoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/7383248941183190140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/7383248941183190140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/06/ilustracoes.html' title='bem colorida •'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SircB02ZmtI/AAAAAAAAApo/zBeHUiK3CiU/s72-c/789.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-2156236656338767794</id><published>2009-05-27T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:01:18.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>particípio passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sh3uUSWsnWI/AAAAAAAAApU/I9Z6cnZVjDM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340686765423107426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sh3uUSWsnWI/AAAAAAAAApU/I9Z6cnZVjDM/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;falecimento;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;falecer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;faltar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;falhar.&lt;br /&gt;escassear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;não haver; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acabar-se.&lt;br /&gt;expirar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;cuide bem do seu amor, seja ele quem for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27-04-2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DETALHES TÃO PEQUENOS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-2156236656338767794?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/2156236656338767794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/05/participio-passado.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/2156236656338767794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/2156236656338767794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/05/participio-passado.html' title='particípio passado'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sh3uUSWsnWI/AAAAAAAAApU/I9Z6cnZVjDM/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-6973102946673831782</id><published>2009-05-26T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:58:49.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/ShysLiEVwVI/AAAAAAAAApM/YoynfEzzSMc/s1600-h/0+(29).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340332572278112594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/ShysLiEVwVI/AAAAAAAAApM/YoynfEzzSMc/s320/0+(29).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não me deixes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pendurada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, mais uma vez... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-6973102946673831782?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/6973102946673831782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-me-deixes-pendurado-mais-uma-vez.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/6973102946673831782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/6973102946673831782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-me-deixes-pendurado-mais-uma-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/ShysLiEVwVI/AAAAAAAAApM/YoynfEzzSMc/s72-c/0+(29).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-364534642258004111</id><published>2009-05-23T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:10:14.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tic tac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/ShiqPDljU7I/AAAAAAAAAno/uKHzY6LTgSs/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339204533885293490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/ShiqPDljU7I/AAAAAAAAAno/uKHzY6LTgSs/s400/123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a idade do céu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;idade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;céu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;o amor é o ridiculo da vida.. a gente procura nele uma pureza impossível.. uma pureza que ta sempre indo embora ... se pondo.. a vida veio e me levou com ela.. sorte é se abandonar e aceitar essa vaga ideia de paraiso que nos persegue.. bonita e breve.. como borboletas que só vivem 24 horas... morrer não dói...&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Cazuza -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-364534642258004111?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/364534642258004111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/05/tic-tac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/364534642258004111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/364534642258004111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/05/tic-tac.html' title='tic tac'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/ShiqPDljU7I/AAAAAAAAAno/uKHzY6LTgSs/s72-c/123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-1926881253276428063</id><published>2009-05-19T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:05:26.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/ShMs83n5idI/AAAAAAAAAng/Hhx7l7i_K8M/s1600-h/0+(25).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337659407599241682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/ShMs83n5idI/AAAAAAAAAng/Hhx7l7i_K8M/s320/0+(25).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;agora vem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;prá perto vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;vem depressa, vem sem fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que eu quero sentir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o teu corpo pesando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sobre o meu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;vem meu amor, vem prá mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;me abraça devagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;me beija e me faz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esquecer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♪ bem que se quis . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;obs: porque será que as músicas traduzem pensamentos e desejos?! HAHA.&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/7513362004389671579-1926881253276428063?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/1926881253276428063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/05/agora-vem-pra-perto-vem-vem-depressa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/1926881253276428063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/1926881253276428063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/05/agora-vem-pra-perto-vem-vem-depressa.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/ShMs83n5idI/AAAAAAAAAng/Hhx7l7i_K8M/s72-c/0+(25).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-1061793874122460571</id><published>2009-05-18T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:08:49.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/ShHcYk1DJlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/77bxaZlldTc/s1600-h/Untitled+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337289348171900498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/ShHcYk1DJlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/77bxaZlldTc/s320/Untitled+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/ShHZI4pQSfI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/eDezK1F7moQ/s1600-h/04783.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o Ano da Reforma Ortográfica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em casos como &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;AUTOESTIMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; o hífen cai. A sua que não pode cair.Em algumas palavras, o acento desaparece, como em &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;FEIURA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Aliás, poderia desaparecer a palavra toda.O acento também cai em IDEIA, só que dela a gente precisa. E muito! O trema sumiu em todas as palavras, como em &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;INCONSEQUÊNCIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, que também poderia sumir do mapa. Assim , a gente ia viver com mais &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRANQUILIDADE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Mas nem tudo vai mudar... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ABRAÇO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;continua igual. E quanto mais apertado, melhor. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;AMIZADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ainda é com "Z", como &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;VIZINHO, FUTEBOLZINHO, BARZINHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Expressões como "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EU TE AMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", continuam precisando de ponto. Se for de exclamação, é &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PAIXÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, que continua com "X", como &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ABACAXI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, que gostando ou não, a gente ainda vai ter alguns para descascar. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOLITÁRIO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ainda tem acento, como &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOLIDÁRIO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, que muda só uma letra, mas faz uma enorme diferença. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;CONSCIÊNCIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ainda é com SC, como SANTA CATARINA, que precisa tocar a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIDA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; para frente. E por falar em &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VIDA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, bom essa muda o tempo todo, e é por isso que emociona tanto!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(Recebi por email - desconheço autoria) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7513362004389671579-1061793874122460571?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/1061793874122460571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-ano-da-reforma-ortografica.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/1061793874122460571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/1061793874122460571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-ano-da-reforma-ortografica.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/ShHcYk1DJlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/77bxaZlldTc/s72-c/Untitled+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-380090855586883735</id><published>2009-05-16T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:57:28.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sg-LCsIG2cI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Z8rFG142fUA/s1600-h/Untitled+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336636961778489794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sg-LCsIG2cI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Z8rFG142fUA/s200/Untitled+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(00:21) &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;amanda&lt;/span&gt;.: o que é o amor?&lt;br /&gt;(00:22) - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t h i s&lt;/span&gt; : só sei que ele nasce dentro de mim ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu te amo vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://tripe-e-o-tempo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-380090855586883735?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/380090855586883735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/05/0021-amanda.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/380090855586883735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/380090855586883735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/05/0021-amanda.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sg-LCsIG2cI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Z8rFG142fUA/s72-c/Untitled+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-7182876057769491167</id><published>2009-05-13T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T03:27:36.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sgt-Ob75uMI/AAAAAAAAAmY/NKIE0lP2QEE/s1600-h/xd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335496970032756930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sgt-Ob75uMI/AAAAAAAAAmY/NKIE0lP2QEE/s320/xd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sgt7pLFi1xI/AAAAAAAAAmI/LK3errAymLE/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nesse mundo de tantos anos, entre tantos outros que sorte a nossa hein? Entre tantas paixões,esse encontro. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós dois&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, esse amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;já dizia minha amigas vanessa da mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sgt-BeKBzhI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/rtaIyMmbLTk/s1600-h/xd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s: ainda bem que você vive comigo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sgt-BeKBzhI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/rtaIyMmbLTk/s1600-h/xd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-7182876057769491167?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/7182876057769491167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/05/nesse-mundo-de-tantos-anos-entre-tantos.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/7182876057769491167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/7182876057769491167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/05/nesse-mundo-de-tantos-anos-entre-tantos.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sgt-Ob75uMI/AAAAAAAAAmY/NKIE0lP2QEE/s72-c/xd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-8441624371652470826</id><published>2009-05-08T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:02:11.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SgQsC9hvsbI/AAAAAAAAAmA/tUFwVfuK8Gc/s1600-h/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333436288100970930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SgQsC9hvsbI/AAAAAAAAAmA/tUFwVfuK8Gc/s320/009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;revestida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sinto uma leve necessidade de falar do que sinto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais porque será que tudo aqui é tão suave?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;odeio a sensação de ser tão romântica. que contradição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;digamos que eu esteja numa espécie de xícara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é... eu me beberia. não deixaria uma gota de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;parece ser egoísmo, certeza que não é. é ser ímpar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;minto. eu sempre fui par, no sentido de só, solidão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ODEIO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; odeio me sentir só. mais eu também me sinto sozinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;casos e acasos. que tal uma música para aquecer o coração?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vou de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Travis&lt;/span&gt;, ele consegue me tirar do chão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;closer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-8441624371652470826?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/8441624371652470826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/05/revestida.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/8441624371652470826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/8441624371652470826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/05/revestida.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SgQsC9hvsbI/AAAAAAAAAmA/tUFwVfuK8Gc/s72-c/009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-7018357947491855754</id><published>2009-05-02T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:42:40.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;e quando a gente se sente sozinho?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;quando a dor é maior que o amor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;o que devemos fazer? um pedido de socorro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;é, não é hora para pensar nisso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;na verdade, não tem hora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;e o agora? é agora !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;sinto cheiro de frustação no ar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;cheiro de tempo queimado, cortado em fatias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;vazio. fim. (re)começo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;precisodepaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-7018357947491855754?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/7018357947491855754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-quando-gente-se-sente-sozinho-quando.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/7018357947491855754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/7018357947491855754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-quando-gente-se-sente-sozinho-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-90051155786944185</id><published>2009-04-26T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:33:54.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SfSae_fBiGI/AAAAAAAAAlw/to2s2EzWQxM/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329054116314450018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SfSae_fBiGI/AAAAAAAAAlw/to2s2EzWQxM/s320/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SfSZ9ivFAyI/AAAAAAAAAlo/mmsTLGtsoZA/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se a gente é o que a gente faz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu sou só amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-90051155786944185?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/90051155786944185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/04/se-gente-e-o-que-gente-faz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/90051155786944185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/90051155786944185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/04/se-gente-e-o-que-gente-faz.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SfSae_fBiGI/AAAAAAAAAlw/to2s2EzWQxM/s72-c/25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-4791701213168560182</id><published>2009-04-24T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T17:23:11.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>| você |</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SfJXr28XYaI/AAAAAAAAAlg/jkzsXKxs06o/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328417720127414690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SfJXr28XYaI/AAAAAAAAAlg/jkzsXKxs06o/s320/06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SfJXepdDA9I/AAAAAAAAAlY/JE-ETa7500E/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;até posso imaginar teu riso de barba mal feita e aquele revitar de olhos que teimavas em tentar disfarçar. em vão. &lt;strong&gt;sinto&lt;/strong&gt; saudades de ti. por ora, é uma saudade &lt;strong&gt;gostosa&lt;/strong&gt;, daquelas que dava sempre quando tu ias embora... Por ora, é uma saudade &lt;strong&gt;doentia&lt;/strong&gt;, que quer arrancar o&lt;strong&gt; coração&lt;/strong&gt; do meu peito e faz-me derramar risos de lágrimas silenciosas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7513362004389671579-4791701213168560182?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/4791701213168560182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/04/voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/4791701213168560182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/4791701213168560182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/04/voce.html' title='| você |'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SfJXr28XYaI/AAAAAAAAAlg/jkzsXKxs06o/s72-c/06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-9177048727097286788</id><published>2009-04-15T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:52:36.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sea5hUp_YZI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/aawmmn6VxWU/s1600-h/eatme1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325147591543841170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sea5hUp_YZI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/aawmmn6VxWU/s200/eatme1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"É dificil aprisionar os que tem asas" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Caio_Fernando_Abreu/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sea29tiJO3I/AAAAAAAAAlI/djCw-uty0UI/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-9177048727097286788?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/9177048727097286788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/04/talvez-um-voltasse-talvez-o-outro-fosse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/9177048727097286788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/9177048727097286788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/04/talvez-um-voltasse-talvez-o-outro-fosse.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/Sea5hUp_YZI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/aawmmn6VxWU/s72-c/eatme1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-3895600414533883463</id><published>2009-04-12T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:25:02.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SeKfJ10uOVI/AAAAAAAAAlA/std03Bik9FI/s1600-h/00225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323992700921198930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SeKfJ10uOVI/AAAAAAAAAlA/std03Bik9FI/s320/00225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E lá vai ela, atravessando a rua, perdida, procurando o outro lado da calçada que parece não chegar, assim como o seu desespero que parece não cessar. Do nada um buraco imenso se abriu no chão, ela caiu, afundou, e está cada vez mais difícil sair. É assim que ela se sente, não sabe se por remorso, por culpa, ou por simplesmente não saber. Não saber o que iria acontecer ao reencontrá-lo, não saber se ele iri a rejeitá-la, ou quem sabe "que bom que você voltou, senti muito sua falta". Mas agora, hoje, ela não sabe. E é assim, perdida em seus próprios pensamentos que ela continua caminhando, tentando seguir, sem muita vontade ou forças. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-3895600414533883463?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/3895600414533883463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-la-vai-ela-atravessando-rua-perdida.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/3895600414533883463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/3895600414533883463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-la-vai-ela-atravessando-rua-perdida.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SeKfJ10uOVI/AAAAAAAAAlA/std03Bik9FI/s72-c/00225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-167702828857558529</id><published>2009-04-11T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:19:39.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SeFOKUr0g4I/AAAAAAAAAkY/Ks-gKNizLxk/s1600-h/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323622173786801026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SeFOKUr0g4I/AAAAAAAAAkY/Ks-gKNizLxk/s320/004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;vou seguindo com aquela mesma fé com que me deixas-te aqui. aquela mesma vontade ver tudo se modificando aos pouquinhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;estou aprendendo a lidar com o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;você é a pior e melhor parte de mim. somos dois em um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Vem, deixa o vento de trazer pra mim !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-167702828857558529?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/167702828857558529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/04/vou-seguindo-com-aquela-mesma-fe-com.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/167702828857558529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/167702828857558529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/04/vou-seguindo-com-aquela-mesma-fe-com.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SeFOKUr0g4I/AAAAAAAAAkY/Ks-gKNizLxk/s72-c/004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-6319034064609376364</id><published>2009-04-05T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:00:59.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SdjwmSYJQ7I/AAAAAAAAAkI/91dgL-vT13Y/s1600-h/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321267500297044914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SdjwmSYJQ7I/AAAAAAAAAkI/91dgL-vT13Y/s320/012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;É, eu só queria ter algumas certezas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-6319034064609376364?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/6319034064609376364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-eu-so-queria-ter-algumas-certezas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/6319034064609376364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/6319034064609376364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-eu-so-queria-ter-algumas-certezas.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lCEgdzbe4c/SdjwmSYJQ7I/AAAAAAAAAkI/91dgL-vT13Y/s72-c/012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-7610356535350884818</id><published>2009-03-29T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T04:07:09.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vê . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;os dias e as noites estão sempre cheios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;o tempo, dono das marcas que venho carregando como lembrança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sinto-me como uma folha que caiu, nuvens carregadas prontas a deixar cair a chuva, talvez esteja aí a solução, deixar aliviar, cair, ser leve por inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;desprender-se tem sido a tarefa mais difícil que eu conheço. razoes misturadas com emoções nunca deu certo heim? e fica um trecho :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mesmo fora de si, eu te amo pela tua essência. até pelo que você poderia ter sido, se a maré das circunstâncias não tivesse te banhado nas águas do equívoco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-7610356535350884818?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/7610356535350884818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/03/ve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/7610356535350884818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/7610356535350884818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/03/ve.html' title='vê . . .'/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-3971472810490365669</id><published>2009-03-24T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:16:12.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Um rastro de vermelho-rubi e branco-diamante me atingem como um nascer do sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele vem e vai e vem e vai como ninguém consegue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[ e eu apenas suspirei ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7513362004389671579-3971472810490365669?l=nada-romantica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/feeds/3971472810490365669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-rastro-de-vermelho-rubi-e-branco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/3971472810490365669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513362004389671579/posts/default/3971472810490365669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nada-romantica.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-rastro-de-vermelho-rubi-e-branco.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda mariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233030890895879490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZ5ezjqpTwM/TcrBLMhYV7I/AAAAAAAABDA/ZwlV7qNdceQ/s220/21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513362004389671579.post-8707986012157330274</id><published>2009-03-22T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:00:30.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>os nossos corações são iguais</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu quero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; escrever, uma canção de &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amor &lt;/span&gt;para nos libertar.&lt;br /&gt;assim, sem &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;disfarçar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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