<?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-4671014609964605709</id><updated>2011-12-18T22:45:08.955-03:00</updated><category term='Audrey C.'/><category term='texto encontrados'/><category term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><category term='na telinha e na estante'/><category term='trilha sonora'/><title type='text'>Breathe in and breathe out</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-2029430362081158465</id><published>2011-01-10T10:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T12:02:01.887-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>Sem inspriração.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TSsdpWa-yEI/AAAAAAAAApU/qeSTNlTw0SQ/s1600/lp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TSsdpWa-yEI/AAAAAAAAApU/qeSTNlTw0SQ/s320/lp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560570761149597762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Um grande poeta uma vez escreveu, &lt;i&gt;"O poeta é um fingidor, finge tão completamente que chega sentir dor que não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deveras&lt;/span&gt; sentir"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sem um grande romance, sem despedidas, sem casos inacabados, sem amores com palavras não ditas, o "poeta"que habita meu peito desaparece. As palavras deixam de fazer sentindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;É &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;constrangedor&lt;/span&gt; ter que admitir que eu só escrevo quando estou sofrendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hoje meu coração &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;descansa&lt;/span&gt; sem esperanças , sem mágoas, sem amores &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;impossíveis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Para uma pessoa normal esse momento sem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;desilusões&lt;/span&gt; deveria ser feliz, mas para mim é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;perturbador&lt;/span&gt;, constrangedor e revoltante não conseguir desabafar, na realidade não ter o que desabafar, é quase como &lt;b&gt;se sentir vazia. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-2029430362081158465?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/2029430362081158465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=2029430362081158465&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/2029430362081158465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/2029430362081158465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2011/01/sem-inspriracao.html' title='Sem inspriração.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TSsdpWa-yEI/AAAAAAAAApU/qeSTNlTw0SQ/s72-c/lp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-7480543336894615988</id><published>2010-07-24T14:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T14:50:26.262-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'>não deixe o amor passar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEsnd44zR_I/AAAAAAAAAo4/lg0HQ0jGopg/s1600/chu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497531164576139250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEsnd44zR_I/AAAAAAAAAo4/lg0HQ0jGopg/s320/chu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Quando encontrar alguém e esse alguém fizer seu coração parar de funcionar por alguns segundos, preste atenção: pode ser a pessoa mais importante da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Se os olhares se cruzarem e, neste momento,houver o mesmo brilho intenso entre eles, fique alerta: pode ser a pessoa que você está esperando desde o dia em que nasceu.&lt;br /&gt;Se o toque dos lábios for intenso, se o beijo for apaixonante, e os olhos se encherem d’água neste momento, perceba: existe algo mágico entre vocês.&lt;br /&gt;Se o primeiro e o último pensamento do seu dia for essa pessoa, se a vontade de ficar juntos chegar a apertar o coração, agradeça: Deus te mandou um presente: O Amor.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, preste atenção nos sinais - não deixe que as loucuras do dia-a-dia o deixem cego para a melhor coisa da vida: &lt;b&gt;o amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-7480543336894615988?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/7480543336894615988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=7480543336894615988&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/7480543336894615988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/7480543336894615988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2010/07/nao-deixe-o-amor-passar.html' title='não deixe o amor passar'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEsnd44zR_I/AAAAAAAAAo4/lg0HQ0jGopg/s72-c/chu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-5410427643785495015</id><published>2010-04-28T14:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T15:12:42.815-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='na telinha e na estante'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/S9h6dkLfVEI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ZQYxU21FuRE/s1600/claire_e_drew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/S9h6dkLfVEI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ZQYxU21FuRE/s320/claire_e_drew.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465252796160758850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Por que você vive me dando fora se a gente nem está junto?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- A gente não está junto?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - Não! Somos pessoas substitutas, esqueceu?&lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                  - Tudo Acontece em Elizabeth Town -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-5410427643785495015?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5410427643785495015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=5410427643785495015&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5410427643785495015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5410427643785495015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2010/04/por-que-voce-vive-me-dando-fora-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/S9h6dkLfVEI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ZQYxU21FuRE/s72-c/claire_e_drew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-4650979431753290264</id><published>2010-04-06T10:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:16:08.634-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. 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Aprendi que nem todo que diz ser seu amigo realmente diz a verdade, e que amigos devem ser sempre só amigos. Aprendi que amores um dia passam e que outros viram. Continuo chorona e sentimental só que um pouco madura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Senti o peso ver alguém muito importante ficar doente, tive que ser madura em momentos em que eu queria apenas fugir, depois que me despedi para sempre de uma pessoa passei a ter fé em algo supremo mais do que nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Revi, estudei e refiz meus conceitos sobre o mundo, meu futuro e as pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2009 foi um ano muito maluco, com momentos de pura diversão e outros de profunda tristeza. Ele se foi lento e triste, 2010 chegou com um aperto no coração, mas com uma ponta de esperança por um ano melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-4650979431753290264?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/4650979431753290264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=4650979431753290264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/4650979431753290264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/4650979431753290264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2010/04/na-esperanca-de-um-ano-melhor.html' title='Na esperança de um ano melhor.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-3541510671763711657</id><published>2010-03-26T17:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:13:34.325-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'>Charles Chaplin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="fr0" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Já perdoei erros quase imperdoáveis, tentei substituir pessoas insubstituíveis e esquecer pessoas inesquecíveis. Já fiz coisas por impulso, já me decepcionei com pessoas quando nunca pensei me decepcionar,mas também decepcionei alguém. Já abracei pra proteger,já dei risada quando não podia,fiz amigos eternos,amei e fui amado,mas também já fui rejeitado,fui amado e não amei. Já gritei e pulei de tanta felicidade,já vivi de amor e fiz juras eternas, "quebrei a cara muitas vezes"! Já chorei ouvindo música e vendo fotos, já liguei só para escutar uma voz, me apaixonei por um sorriso, já pensei que fosse morrer de tanta saudade e tive medo de perder alguém especial (e acabei perdendo). Mas vivi, e ainda vivo!Não passo pela vida… E você também não deveria passar! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Viva!&lt;/span&gt; Bom mesmo é ir à luta com determinação,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;abraçar a vida com paixão&lt;/span&gt;,perder com classe e vencer com ousadia, porque o mundo pertence a quem se atreve e a vida é "muito" pra ser insignificante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Charles_Chaplin/"&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-3541510671763711657?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/3541510671763711657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=3541510671763711657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/3541510671763711657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/3541510671763711657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2010/03/charles-chaplin.html' title='Charles Chaplin'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-7014840775772304347</id><published>2010-02-09T18:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:44:34.374-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='na telinha e na estante'/><title type='text'>Save Me ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="PersonName" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:Verdana;  panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sabe quando você era uma &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;garotinha e acreditava em contos de fadas&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Aquela fantasia de como sua vida seria - o vestidinho branco, o Príncipe Encantado que iria te carregar até o castelo. Você se deitava na cama à noite, fechava os olhos e acreditava piamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:personname style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" productid="em tudo. No Papai" st="on"&gt;em tudo. No Papai&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Noel, na Fada dos Dentes,&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; no Príncipe Encantado&lt;/span&gt; - eles tavam tão perto de você que dava para sentir o gostinho deles. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mas aí você cresce&lt;/span&gt; e um dia você abre os olhos &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;e o conto de fadas desaparece&lt;/span&gt;. A maioria das pessoas acabam então se dedicando às coisas e às pessoas em que confiam. Mas o lance &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;é que é difícil se desprender totalmente de um conto de fadas porque quase todo mundo tem um tiquinho de fé e esperança que uma dia eles vão abrir os olhos e tudo aquilo vai se tornar realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-family:verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao final de um dia, a fé se torna uma coisa engraçada. Ela aparece quando você menos espera. É como se, um dia qualquer, você percebesse que &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;o conto de fadas é um pouco diferente do seu sonho&lt;/span&gt;. O castelo pode não ser bem um castelo.&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; E que não é tão importante ter um "felizes para sempre" e sim um "felizes nesse exato momento"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; E, uma vez ou outra, as pessoas podem até de deixar sem fôlego...". ( Grey's Anatomy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-7014840775772304347?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/7014840775772304347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=7014840775772304347&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/7014840775772304347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/7014840775772304347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2010/02/save-me.html' title='Save Me ♥'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-24515275700165808</id><published>2009-12-04T18:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T18:26:34.968-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='na telinha e na estante'/><title type='text'>Ele não está tão afim de você - 3ª Parte.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Sxl94ostQ1I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/_0XjQCcNRM0/s1600-h/1332009152358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Sxl94ostQ1I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/_0XjQCcNRM0/s320/1332009152358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411494839213441874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As garotas aprendem muito enquanto crescem, se um cara esmurra você ele gosta de você, nunca tente cortar sua própria franja, e algum dia irá conhecer um homem maravilhoso e ter seu próprio final feliz. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Todos os filmes que vemos e todas as histórias que vemos nos imploram por esperar por ele&lt;/span&gt;, a virada no terceiro ato, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;a inesperada declaração de amor&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; a exceção a regra&lt;/span&gt;, mas as vezes estamos tão concentradas em achar nosso final feliz que não aprendemos a ler os sinais. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como distinguir os que nos querem e os que não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Distinguir os que vão ficar e os que vão embora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E talvez esse final não inclua um homem maravilhoso, talvez dependa de você, talvez esteja por sua conta juntando os pedaços e recomeçando. Se libertando para achar uma coisa melhor no futuro. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o final feliz seja apenas seguir em frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, o final feliz seja este: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; saber que apesar das ligações não retornadas e todas as magoas,apesar dos erros e sinais mal interpretados, apesar da dor e do constrangimento.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Você nunca, nunca perdeu a esperança&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-24515275700165808?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/24515275700165808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=24515275700165808&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/24515275700165808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/24515275700165808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/11/ele-nao-esta-tao-afim-de-voce-3-parte.html' title='Ele não está tão afim de você - 3ª Parte.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Sxl94ostQ1I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/_0XjQCcNRM0/s72-c/1332009152358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-5624896381725630549</id><published>2009-11-08T12:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T12:27:08.406-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. 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A brisa que prenuncia uma chuva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Com os olhos ainda fechados, sabia que não se encontrava mais no meio urbano. Aquele ar puro invadia seus pulmões. Há muito tempo não o sentia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Naquele momento ali era o seu mundo. Aquilo era viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao sentir as primeiras gotas caírem quase como um carinho em seu rosto, ela abriu seus olhos. Viu-se diante da mais bela paisagem vista pó ela: uma imensidão de água cristalina. Era o mar até o infinito... apenas o mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Os pés descalços na areia chamaram sua atenção para o chão. Mas que chão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O pavor a invadiu ao perceber que estava parada&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;à beira de um precipício. Ondas ferozes chocavam-se com rochas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi quando alguém segurou sua mão. Mas o fez com tal suavidade, que só poderia ser ele. Teve a confirmação quando a brisa me trouxe seu perfume, trazendo uma sensação de paz. O aperto em sua mão passava segurança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem tirar a atenção da mão que segurava a sua, ouviu a voz rouca, e ao mesmo tempo, acolhedora, aquela voz que fazia seu coração acelerar de um modo que chagava a assusta – lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Vai ficar tudo bem!”&lt;/span&gt; essas palavras foram decisivas para a libertação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E os dois pularam para algo mais intenso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-5624896381725630549?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5624896381725630549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=5624896381725630549&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5624896381725630549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5624896381725630549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/11/vai-ficar-tudo-bem.html' title='“-Vai ficar tudo bem.”'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SvbfKa16wMI/AAAAAAAAAmA/MhTssDDRvNU/s72-c/51-abismo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-2866407637326986244</id><published>2009-10-26T18:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T18:43:00.518-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>' cabe a mim toda culpa.'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SuYW-LdXWBI/AAAAAAAAAl4/UZGrsWQJs2w/s1600-h/OgAAADxV9LQwum8leosESAD3Ldv7ZFFAdQiF3-hvxYJPoXBHGKJZoJaZF-F0umFPBAnUGtRK8ouohMDOR6lY_0mGqQoAm1T1UCpkmujaEUMnEg17n3NSPhYeGpDs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SuYW-LdXWBI/AAAAAAAAAl4/UZGrsWQJs2w/s320/OgAAADxV9LQwum8leosESAD3Ldv7ZFFAdQiF3-hvxYJPoXBHGKJZoJaZF-F0umFPBAnUGtRK8ouohMDOR6lY_0mGqQoAm1T1UCpkmujaEUMnEg17n3NSPhYeGpDs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397026460933773330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"Blackadder ITC"; 	panose-1:4 2 5 5 5 16 7 2 13 2; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:decorative; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;‘Se eu fui tola em cair;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se eu fui tola em deixar você me conquistar,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sem nem mesmo tentar;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pois então cabe a mim toda culpa&lt;/span&gt;.’&lt;/p&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;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps: Mil perdões gente ando meio nostalgica esses tempos, vou tentar responder todos os coments.&lt;br /&gt;E muito OBRIGADA para todos que me mandaram selos. Posto no proximo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:20;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-2866407637326986244?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/2866407637326986244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=2866407637326986244&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/2866407637326986244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/2866407637326986244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/09/cabe-mim-toda-culpa.html' title='&apos; cabe a mim toda culpa.&apos;'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SuYW-LdXWBI/AAAAAAAAAl4/UZGrsWQJs2w/s72-c/OgAAADxV9LQwum8leosESAD3Ldv7ZFFAdQiF3-hvxYJPoXBHGKJZoJaZF-F0umFPBAnUGtRK8ouohMDOR6lY_0mGqQoAm1T1UCpkmujaEUMnEg17n3NSPhYeGpDs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-1416170483434086435</id><published>2009-10-24T20:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:14:20.820-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trilha sonora'/><title type='text'>Mais Uma Vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;Te tenho com a certeza&lt;br /&gt;De que você pode ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te amo com a certeza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; De que irá voltar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pra gente ser feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você surgiu e juntos&lt;br /&gt;Conseguimos ir mais longe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Você dividiu comigo a sua história &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; E me ajudou a construir a minha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje mais do que nunca somos dois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A nossa liberdade é o que nos prende &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viva todo o seu mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sinta toda liberdade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E quando a hora chegar, volta... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Que nosso amor está acima das coisas desse mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai dizer que o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Não parou &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;naquele momento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu Espero por você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; O tempo que for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Pra ficarmos juntos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;  var vData = new Array();  vData["bandaID"]  = "3ade68b5g6a27eda3";  vData["banda"]   = 'Jota Quest';  vData["banda_html"]  = 'Jota Quest';  vData["banda_url"]  = "jota-quest";  vData["banda_langID"]  = "1";  vData["page_vagalu_meID"] = "1ofu";  vData["pointer"]  = 'Mais Uma Vez';  vData["pointer_html"]  = 'Mais Uma Vez'; 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color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="fr0"&gt;A coisa mais injusta sobre a vida é a maneira como ela termina. Eu acho que o verdadeiro ciclo da vida está todo de trás pra frente. Nós deveríamos morrer primeiro, nos livrar logo disso.&lt;br /&gt;Daí viver num asilo, até ser chutado pra fora de lá por estar muito novo. Ganhar um relógio de ouro e ir trabalhar. Então você trabalha 40 anos até ficar novo o bastante pra poder aproveitar sua aposentadoria. Aí você curte tudo, bebe bastante álcool, faz festas e se prepara para a faculdade.&lt;br /&gt;Você vai para colégio, tem várias namoradas, vira criança, não tem nenhuma responsabilidade, se torna um bebezinho de colo, volta pro útero da mãe, passa seus últimos nove meses de vida flutuando. E termina tudo com um ótimo orgasmo!Não seria perfeito?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="aut" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Charles_Chaplin/" class="autor"&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;/a&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/4671014609964605709-7313597829353993261?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/7313597829353993261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=7313597829353993261&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/7313597829353993261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/7313597829353993261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/10/coisa-mais-injusta-sobre-vida-e-maneira.html' title='Charles Chaplin'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-361831276534871817</id><published>2009-10-18T15:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:08:30.180-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>Quando a raiva chegar  tudo irá passar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Stfb3YVA_cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/XgYVijYGZ1o/s1600-h/ausencia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Stfb3YVA_cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/XgYVijYGZ1o/s320/ausencia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393020823269342658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Durante um tempo acreditamos em contos de fadas, que tudo será para sempre, rimos de tudo, porque aquela certa pessoa por milagre te ama de volta, passamos tempos fazendo de tudo para agrada - lá, todo está realmente perfeito. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Acreditamos que nunca mais outra pessoa será tão importante quanto aquela, e que nós nunca deixaremos de ser felizes juntos.&lt;/span&gt; Beijos de tira o folego aqui e ali, telefonemas demorados e escondidos durante a madrugada, fuga das aulas sem graça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Mas o tempo passa, e com ele tudo muda, as vezes para melhor, mas nas piores situações muda para pior. &lt;/span&gt;Telefonemas esses cada vez mais rápidos, os beijos já não te trás  aquela sensação de borboletas que antes te fazia no estomago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E quando um amor é assassinado pensamos que é o fim, que nós morreremos junto, deixamos de ver graça em tudo, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;deixamos de ver o brilho em viver, por um tempo deixamos de acreditar... de ter fé, por um tempo viramos verdadeiros morto-vivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Ou nos transformamos em cachoeiras de lagrimas que nunca secam, somos péssimas companhias para nossas amigas, nossa melhor companhia vira o travesseiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Chegamos à parar de senti fome, enquanto pessoas pelo mundo morrem pedindo um pedaço de pão, nós desprezamos tudo e a todos. Sentimo-nos culpados, completos infelizes, até chegamos a nos perguntar por que tanta falta de sorte. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Mas um dia, algo faz você perceber que não foi sua culpa, que só acabou porque ele não soube cuidar, que o verdadeiro culpado está em puni, então nesse dia por milagre você começa a senti uma raiva danada da pessoa que um tempo atrás você pensou que morreria de amor&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; raiva &lt;/span&gt;é o primeiro passo para a superação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Sofra...chore...reclame o quanto quiser...finja que nada vale o que antes valia,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;mas quando a raiva chegar...sinta ela com todo o seu coração, xingue...grite...rasgue..queime...então quando toda essa raiva te consumir e você se senti exausta&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; ela irá se esvair...e você irá superar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Então finalmente você vai está pronta para se arriscar mais uma vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-361831276534871817?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/361831276534871817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=361831276534871817&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/361831276534871817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/361831276534871817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/10/quando-raiva-chegar-tudo-ira-passar.html' title='Quando a raiva chegar  tudo irá passar.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Stfb3YVA_cI/AAAAAAAAAlw/XgYVijYGZ1o/s72-c/ausencia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-3855470400710842760</id><published>2009-10-15T18:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:16:14.852-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audrey C.'/><title type='text'>' Foi no mês de outubro que começou'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Stee6fxAEAI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VMFDMFgjg_o/s1600-h/cumple_mafalda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Stee6fxAEAI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VMFDMFgjg_o/s320/cumple_mafalda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392953806596083714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Esse mês de outubro é muito especial para o blog e para mim também, esse mês de outubro o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Menina-Volúvel faz 1 ano ativado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Eu sempre quis ter um blog, criei muitos durante esses anos, mas n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;unca levei em diante, sempre depois de um ou dois meses desistia, mas esse aqui é especial, com ele tive coragem de mostrar os meus textinhos mais sem graças e sentimentais e ainda recebi muitos elogios e criticas, que acho realmente muito importante.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Antes o blog se chamava &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Velhas - Historias&lt;/span&gt;, mas por motivos pessoais mudei, e o nome realmente cai bem em mim (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sou volúvel as vezes&lt;/span&gt;), durante esse tempo li textos incríveis em outros blogs, conheci pessoas que sentiam o mesmo que eu, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt; fiz amizades com pessoas que moram longe m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;as que são muito atenciosas e uma delas, a que sempre me acompanhou e se preocupou quando colocava os meus textos mais depressivos é: a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Bia&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; garota muito in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;crível, com um talento maravilhoso e que um dia lançará muitos livros e eu terei todos com muito orgulho na minha prateleira,&lt;/span&gt; dona do blog&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://biahtrix.blogspot.com/"&gt; As incessantes duvidas da vida &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Quero agradecer a todos que lêem meus textos e até aqueles que só acompanham por acompanhar (risos).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Textinho rápido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-3855470400710842760?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/3855470400710842760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=3855470400710842760&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/3855470400710842760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/3855470400710842760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/10/foi-no-mes-de-outubro-que-comecou.html' title='&apos; Foi no mês de outubro que começou&apos;'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Stee6fxAEAI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VMFDMFgjg_o/s72-c/cumple_mafalda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-6414958243120186402</id><published>2009-10-15T08:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T10:14:03.348-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'>Não quero alguém que morra de amor por mim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/StccisXZFcI/AAAAAAAAAlg/4B8shfyq2pQ/s1600-h/20090818225056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/StccisXZFcI/AAAAAAAAAlg/4B8shfyq2pQ/s320/20090818225056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392810461149861314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Chuck and Blair Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt; 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	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Não quero alguém que morra de amor por mim...Só preciso de alguém que viva por mim, que queira estar junto de mim, me abraçando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Não exijo que esse alguém me ame como eu o amo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quero apenas que me ame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; não me importando com que intensidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Não tenho a pretensão de que todas as pessoas que gosto, gostem de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Nem que eu faça a falta que elas me fazem, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o importante pra mim é saber que eu, em algum momento, fui insubstituível&lt;/span&gt;...E que esse momento será inesquecível...Só quero que meu sentimento seja valorizado.&lt;br /&gt;Quero sempre poder ter um sorriso estampando em meu rosto, mesmo quando a situação não for muito alegre...&lt;br /&gt;E que esse meu sorriso consiga transmitir paz para os que estiverem ao meu redor.&lt;br /&gt;Quero poder fechar meus olhos e imaginar alguém...E poder ter a absoluta certeza de que esse alguém também pensa em mim quando fecha os olhos, que faço falta quando não estou por perto.&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter a certeza de que apesar de minhas renúncias e loucuras, alguém me valoriza pelo que sou, não pelo que tenho...Que me veja como um ser humano completo, que abusa demais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;dos bons sentimentos que a vida lhe proporciona, que dê valor ao que realmente importa, que é meu sentimento...E não brinque com ele.&lt;br /&gt;E que esse alguém me peça para que eu nunca mude, para que eu nunca cresça, para que eu seja sempre eu mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero brigar com o mundo, mas se um dia isso acontecer, quero ter forças suficientes para mostrar a ele que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;o amor existe... Que ele é superior ao ódio e ao rancor, e que não existe vitória sem humildade e paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero poder acreditar que mesmo se hoje eu fracassar, amanhã será outro dia, e se eu não desistir dos meus sonhos e propósitos,talvez obterei êxito e serei plenamente feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Que eu nunca deixe minha esperança ser abalada por palavras pessimistas...Que a esperança nunca me pareça um "não" que a gente teima em maquiá-lo de verde e entendê-lo como "sim".&lt;br /&gt;Quero poder ter a liberdade de dizer o que sinto a uma pessoa, de poder dizer a alguém o quanto ela é especial e importante pra mim, sem ter de me preocupar com terceiros...Sem correr o risco de ferir uma ou mais pessoas com esse sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Quero, um dia, poder dizer às pessoas que nada foi &lt;st1:personname productid="em vão... Que" st="on"&gt;em vão...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; o amor existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;, que vale a pena se doar às amizades a às pessoas, que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; a vida é bela sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;, e que eu sempre dei o melhor de mim...e que valeu a pena!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mario Quintana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-6414958243120186402?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/6414958243120186402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=6414958243120186402&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/6414958243120186402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/6414958243120186402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/10/nao-quero-alguem-que-morra-de-amor-por.html' title='Não quero alguém que morra de amor por mim.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/StccisXZFcI/AAAAAAAAAlg/4B8shfyq2pQ/s72-c/20090818225056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-153575041808431100</id><published>2009-10-12T15:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:58:18.907-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='na telinha e na estante'/><title type='text'>Ela era como um dia de neve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Todos os dias se diluem em um&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A lua começa a se comportar como o sol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Á todo vapor pondo a noite na frente do dia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nunca totalmente carregada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nunca totalmente certa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas ela era como um dia de neve&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uma pausa do trabalho pesado&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por um salário tão curto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas ela era como um dia de neve&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ela me deixa descansar um pouco&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ela me deixa dormi até mais tarde&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para que eu possa lutar mais um dia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ela era como um dia de neve.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CCamila%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt; 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&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Olhem o vídeo e me digam se não é fofo *-*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É de um episódio de &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ugly Betty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , que eu adoro e me identifico bastante com a ‘Betty’.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5a14613887e432e7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5a14613887e432e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330378518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D162C041E24C945E1F8711B6D5ADB79CBDE3F7AC1.18240110BB0FC09F86191FA0352325659AADE1FB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5a14613887e432e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcXsaMHBh4qTFXBvkOiEQ4e69yyQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5a14613887e432e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330378518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D162C041E24C945E1F8711B6D5ADB79CBDE3F7AC1.18240110BB0FC09F86191FA0352325659AADE1FB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5a14613887e432e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcXsaMHBh4qTFXBvkOiEQ4e69yyQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-153575041808431100?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/153575041808431100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=153575041808431100&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/153575041808431100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/153575041808431100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/10/ela-era-como-um-dia-de-neve.html' title='Ela era como um dia de neve.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-1934484654880201401</id><published>2009-10-09T20:21:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:32:17.015-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Ss_GZSxZVuI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/a17uklBLPzI/s1600-h/c%C3%ADrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Ss_GZSxZVuI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/a17uklBLPzI/s320/c%C3%ADrio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390745416823822050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Todo mundo as vezes precisa de um pouco de fé.&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de fé para acreditar que depois de um dia duro o outro sera melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de fé para acreditar em coisas inacreditaveis mais precisas.&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de fé para conseguir acreditar nos outros.&lt;br /&gt;E um pouco de fé para acreditar e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;m si mesmo.'&lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cami Brito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-1934484654880201401?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/1934484654880201401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=1934484654880201401&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/1934484654880201401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/1934484654880201401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/10/fe.html' title='Fé'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Ss_GZSxZVuI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/a17uklBLPzI/s72-c/c%C3%ADrio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-8947077051934462733</id><published>2009-10-04T10:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T12:21:27.898-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>Esqueço que tudo tem seu fim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SqVBe-W_YPI/AAAAAAAAAko/OqgXWsTBhS4/s1600-h/469px-Sketch_peter_simone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SqVBe-W_YPI/AAAAAAAAAko/OqgXWsTBhS4/s400/469px-Sketch_peter_simone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378777330355233010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;“E ainda que eu saiba, que não irá valer de nada.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração não compreende o que minha razão tende a me perturbar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por mais que eu tente não me apaixonar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Minha respiração se vai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhas palavras caem num buraco e de lá não saem,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você está perto de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Esqueço que tudo tem seu fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-8947077051934462733?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/8947077051934462733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=8947077051934462733&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8947077051934462733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8947077051934462733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/10/esqueco-que-tudo-tem-seu-fim.html' title='Esqueço que tudo tem seu fim.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SqVBe-W_YPI/AAAAAAAAAko/OqgXWsTBhS4/s72-c/469px-Sketch_peter_simone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-4251096753814155237</id><published>2009-09-23T19:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:58:10.464-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'>A Internacionalização do Mundo - Cristóvão Buarque</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Fui questionado sobre o que pensava da internacionalização da Amazônia, durante um debate, nos Estados Unidos. O jovem introduziu sua pergunta dizendo que esperava a resposta de um humanista e não de um brasileiro. Foi a primeira vez que um debatedor determinou a ótica humanista como o ponto de partida para uma resposta minha. De fato, como brasileiro eu simplesmente falaria contra a internacionalização da Amazônia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Por mais que nossos governos não tenham o devido cuidado com esse patrimônio, ele é nosso. Respondi que, como humanista, sentindo o risco da degradação ambiental que sofre a Amazônia, podia imaginar a sua internacionalização, como também de tudo o mais que tem importância para a humanidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Se a Amazônia, sob uma ótica humanista, deve ser internacionalizada, internacionalizemos também as reservas de petróleo do mundo inteiro. O petróleo é tão importante para o bem-estar da humanidade quanto a Amazônia é para o nosso futuro. Apesar disso, os donos das reservas sentem-se no direito de aumentar ou diminuir a extração de petróleo e subir ou não o seu preço. Os ricos do mundo, no direito de queimar esse imenso patrimônio da humanidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Da mesma forma, o capital financeiro dos países ricos deveria ser internacionalizado. Se a Amazônia é uma reserva para todos os seres humanos, ela não pode ser queimada pela vontade de um dono, ou de um país.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Queimar a Amazônia é tão grave quanto o desemprego provocado pelas decisões arbitrárias dos especuladores globais. Não podemos deixar que as reservas financeiras sirvam para queimar países inteiros na volúpia da especulação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Antes mesmo da Amazônia, eu gostaria de ver a internacionalização de todos os grandes museus do mundo. O Louvre não deve pertencer apenas à França. Cada museu do mundo é guardião das mais belas peças produzidas pelo gênio humano. Não se pode deixar que esse patrimônio cultural, como o patrimônio natural amazônico, possa ser manipulado e destruído pelo gosto de um proprietário ou de um país. Não faz muito, um milionário japonês decidiu enterrar com ele um quadro de um grande mestre. Antes disso, aquele quadro deveria ter sido internacionalizado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Durante o encontro em que recebi a pergunta, as Nações Unidas reuniam o Fórum do Milênio, mas alguns presidentes de países tiveram dificuldades em comparecer por constrangimentos na fronteira dos EUA. Por isso, eu disse que Nova York, como sede das Nações Unidas, deveria ser internacionalizada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pelo menos Manhatan deveria pertencer a toda a humanidade. Assim como Paris, Veneza, Roma, Londres, Rio de Janeiro, Brasília, Recife, cada cidade, com sua beleza específica, sua história do mundo, deveria pertencer ao mundo inteiro. Se os EUA querem internacionalizar a Amazônia, pelo risco de deixá-la nas mãos de brasileiros, internacionalizemos todos os arsenais nucleares dos EUA. Até porque eles já demonstraram que são capazes de usar essas armas, provocando uma destruição milhares de vezes maior do que as lamentáveis queimadas feitas nas florestas do Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nos seus debates, os atuais candidatos à presidência dos EUA têm defendido a idéia de internacionalizar as reservas florestais do mundo em troca da dívida. Comecemos usando essa dívida para garantir que cada criança do mundo tenha possibilidade de ir à escola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Internacionalizemos as crianças tratando-as, todas elas, não importando o país onde nasceram, como patrimônio que merece cuidados do mundo inteiro. Ainda mais do que merece a Amazônia. Quando os dirigentes tratarem as crianças pobres do mundo como um patrimônio da humanidade, eles não deixarão que elas trabalhem quando deveriam estudar; que morram quando deveriam viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Como humanista, aceito defender a internacionalização do mundo. Mas, enquanto o mundo me tratar como brasileiro,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lutarei para que a Amazônia seja nossa. Só nossa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="33%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Este artigo foi publicado também no Correio Braziliense em outubro de 2000. O debate a que se refere o senador aconteceu em setembro do mesmo ano em um hotel de Nova York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-4251096753814155237?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/4251096753814155237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=4251096753814155237&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/4251096753814155237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/4251096753814155237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/09/internacionalizacao-do-mundo-cristovao.html' title='A Internacionalização do Mundo - Cristóvão Buarque'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-8279044708020831582</id><published>2009-09-18T22:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:50:40.051-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>já deveria saber que isso iria acontecer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SrQ40kqVoLI/AAAAAAAAAkw/LtQx2raWCX8/s1600-h/loveee_by_Megi128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SrQ40kqVoLI/AAAAAAAAAkw/LtQx2raWCX8/s200/loveee_by_Megi128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382989930460192946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Eu deveria saber que dessa vez não seria diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não te quero triste&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro te ver feliz ao lado dela do que te ver triste sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não posso suprir sua felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho melhor deixá-lo ir.&lt;br /&gt;Meu quase amor você pode parti, sem mim.&lt;br /&gt;Meu quase amor você está me fazendo sofrer, sem saber.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu já deveria saber que isso iria acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amores assim sempre nos fazem sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;Agora você pode ir.&lt;br /&gt;Agora vou tentar te esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Então seria melhor para nós dois que você fosse embora.&lt;br /&gt;E não liga-se para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Seria bem melhor se você sumiu-se."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-8279044708020831582?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/8279044708020831582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=8279044708020831582&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8279044708020831582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8279044708020831582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/09/ja-deveria-saber-que-isso-iria.html' title='já deveria saber que isso iria acontecer.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SrQ40kqVoLI/AAAAAAAAAkw/LtQx2raWCX8/s72-c/loveee_by_Megi128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-3215283548508178263</id><published>2009-09-14T08:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:21:31.045-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='na telinha e na estante'/><title type='text'>(...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SnDjsm1FmwI/AAAAAAAAAjA/5fyg42l-VLc/s1600-h/Losing_Grip_by_glasseyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SnDjsm1FmwI/AAAAAAAAAjA/5fyg42l-VLc/s320/Losing_Grip_by_glasseyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364037511675222786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CCamila%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt; 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&lt;/span&gt;é uma palavra de cinco sílabas para: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'aqui – está – o – meu – coração – por – favor – esmague-o – coma-o -como – carne – moída – e – se – delicie'&lt;/span&gt; . É uma coisa ao mesmo tempo desejada e temida. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Difícil de conviver com e impossível de se viver sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(/&lt;b&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-3215283548508178263?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/3215283548508178263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=3215283548508178263&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/3215283548508178263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/3215283548508178263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='(...)'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SnDjsm1FmwI/AAAAAAAAAjA/5fyg42l-VLc/s72-c/Losing_Grip_by_glasseyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-5564939980711138977</id><published>2009-09-07T13:39:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T18:13:42.039-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='na telinha e na estante'/><title type='text'>Ele não está tão afim de você - 2ª Parte.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SqU5DKdJDyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/6NKqdnV9I4M/s1600-h/elenaoestataoafim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SqU5DKdJDyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/6NKqdnV9I4M/s400/elenaoestataoafim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378768056472899362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Boa noite.&lt;/span&gt;- Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Esqueceu algo?&lt;/span&gt; - Gigi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Esqueci…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Sério? O quê?&lt;/span&gt; - Gigi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Então veio até aqui às 23h para me entregar uma caneta?&lt;/span&gt; -Gigi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Sim, achei que deveria ter uma boa desculpa para vir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; É assim que se faz, não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Às vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gigi &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Não consigo parar de pensar em você. Vim até sua casa. Liguei várias vezes, estou me tornando…&lt;/span&gt; - Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Isso.&lt;/span&gt;  -Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Uma pessoa sábia, uma vez, me disse, que se um cara quer ficar com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uma garota, fará acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;- Gigi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Verdade.- Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Mas, quando estava me jogando em você, parecia que você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;não me queria.&lt;/span&gt; -Gigi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Está bem, você está certa. Esta é a verdade, você está certa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sempre me acostumei a ficar distante das mulheres. Com o poder que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eu não conhecia, antes de sentir por você. Eu não sabia.&lt;/span&gt; -Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Olha, saí com seu amigo Bill. E ele deve ser o que eu preciso, sem dramas, ele liga, faz o que diz.&lt;/span&gt; -Gigi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Posso fazer isso.&lt;/span&gt; -Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Mas não fez. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E o sábio disse que eu sou a regra. E tenho que parar de pensar que todo cara mudará. Parar de pensar que… &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele a beija&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Sou a exceção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Você é minha exceção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-5564939980711138977?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5564939980711138977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=5564939980711138977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5564939980711138977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5564939980711138977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/09/ele-nao-esta-tao-afim-de-voce-2-parte.html' title='Ele não está tão afim de você - 2ª Parte.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SqU5DKdJDyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/6NKqdnV9I4M/s72-c/elenaoestataoafim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-8170209178131899009</id><published>2009-09-06T14:58:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T19:12:54.868-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>Por que nós mulheres somos tão complicadas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SqP69xCC7bI/AAAAAAAAAjw/vjqbcln2wyM/s1600-h/36cc148857d95909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SqP69xCC7bI/AAAAAAAAAjw/vjqbcln2wyM/s320/36cc148857d95909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378418319051386290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CCamila%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt; 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então porque não vamos lá e dizemos sem pensar na resposta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sabe o risco que você corre &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;dele dizer um não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; você também corre &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dele dizer um sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Somos tão boas em inventar amores na nossa cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; mas  &lt;span style=""&gt;sempre tão &lt;/span&gt;difíceis para &lt;span style=""&gt;colocá-los&lt;/span&gt; em &lt;span style=""&gt;prática&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;                                                                                                             Quando gostamos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;não importa o que ele diz&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style=""&gt;mas sim &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;a maneira como pronunciou cada palavra&lt;/span&gt;. Um&lt;/span&gt; simples valeu&lt;span style=""&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;vira um apaixonado &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;‘não-posso-viver-sem-você’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você tem que parar de procurar sinais onde não há nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tem que parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;de pensar que só porque ele disse ‘oi’ &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;nã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;o significa que ele quer muito falar contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tem que parar&lt;/span&gt; de pensar que só porque ele retribuiu o seu sorriso n&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ão quer dizer que ele goste de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Droga! Você tem que parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;de pensar que ele te ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, por mais difícil que seja para você, se ele não te chamou para sair, se ele não lhe disse que gosta de você, é porque &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;definitivamente ele não está afim de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;É incrível como as mulheres demoram a perceber que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o obvio é a verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;e que nem tudo está submetido em gestos e frases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;No Ipod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Fine Frenzy -Almost Lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-8170209178131899009?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/8170209178131899009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=8170209178131899009&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8170209178131899009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8170209178131899009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/09/por-que-nos-mulheres-somos-tao.html' title='Por que nós mulheres somos tão complicadas?'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SqP69xCC7bI/AAAAAAAAAjw/vjqbcln2wyM/s72-c/36cc148857d95909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-444421994212312766</id><published>2009-08-21T11:45:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:59:34.327-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'>Acho que encontrei minha 'pessoa' .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nesse momento há 6 bilhões, 470 milhões, 818 mil, 671 pessoas no mundo.&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Algumas estão fugindo assustadas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Algumas estão voltando pra casa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Algumas dizem mentiras pra suportar o dia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Outras estão somente agora enfrentando a verdade.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Alguns são maus indo contra o bem, e alguns são bons lutando contra o mal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Seis bilhões de pessoas no mundo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seis bilhões de almas.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;       E ás vezes tudo que nós precisamos é apenas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;uma&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  (One Tree Hill • 3.01 • Like You Like An Arsonist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gente me desculpem quem nao tenho respondido os comentarios, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é que eu estava passando por momentos meios depressivos sem vontade de fazer nada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o pior é que eu tenho estudado muito,&lt;br /&gt;mas nao abandonei isso aqui. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nossa vocês nao sabem como estou feliz essa semana,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algo inusitado e incrivel aconteceu na minha vida essa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;semana [&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;]. VIVA \0/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/So61zzDOSAI/AAAAAAAAAjo/pJOxADQSC-s/s1600-h/1232466931756_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/So61zzDOSAI/AAAAAAAAAjo/pJOxADQSC-s/s320/1232466931756_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372431306981263362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-444421994212312766?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/444421994212312766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=444421994212312766&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/444421994212312766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/444421994212312766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/08/acho-que-encontrei-minha-pessoa.html' title='Acho que encontrei minha &apos;pessoa&apos; .'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/So61zzDOSAI/AAAAAAAAAjo/pJOxADQSC-s/s72-c/1232466931756_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-8774518461807824630</id><published>2009-08-08T18:53:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:08:18.419-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trilha sonora'/><title type='text'>[Sutilmente]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Sn312Cuov5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/ejKvH9Z7dAs/s1600-h/OgAAAKdUWcPB3Dnu8qKwpz9d-iM5nVoaPp6sqRbi8hqkkFOPd0g48SBZVu2F7W4M1RZzmGO04TIym3dqkE6jIrdWaKsAm1T1UGU2HTsTk0vFlJdHIKLwxZqymfv1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Sn312Cuov5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/ejKvH9Z7dAs/s320/OgAAAKdUWcPB3Dnu8qKwpz9d-iM5nVoaPp6sqRbi8hqkkFOPd0g48SBZVu2F7W4M1RZzmGO04TIym3dqkE6jIrdWaKsAm1T1UGU2HTsTk0vFlJdHIKLwxZqymfv1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367716639689719698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E quando eu estive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simplesmente &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;me abrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu estiver louco&lt;br /&gt;Subitamente se afaste&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu estiver fogo&lt;br /&gt;Suavemente se encaixe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E quando eu estiver triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Simplesmente &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;me abrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu estiver louco&lt;br /&gt;Subitamente se afaste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E quando eu estiver bobo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sutilmente disfarce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mas quando eu estiver morto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Suplico que não me mate, não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Dentro de ti, dentro de ti&lt;/span&gt;(...) Skank·&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-8774518461807824630?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/8774518461807824630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=8774518461807824630&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8774518461807824630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8774518461807824630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/08/sutilmente.html' title='[Sutilmente]'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Sn312Cuov5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/ejKvH9Z7dAs/s72-c/OgAAAKdUWcPB3Dnu8qKwpz9d-iM5nVoaPp6sqRbi8hqkkFOPd0g48SBZVu2F7W4M1RZzmGO04TIym3dqkE6jIrdWaKsAm1T1UGU2HTsTk0vFlJdHIKLwxZqymfv1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-4382434911715478499</id><published>2009-08-02T19:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:22:26.345-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'>A Felicidade pode demorar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SnYfYbMWLXI/AAAAAAAAAjI/aVNyAj9brYc/s1600-h/imagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SnYfYbMWLXI/AAAAAAAAAjI/aVNyAj9brYc/s320/imagem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365510510535388530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Às vezes as pessoas que amamos nos magoam, e nada podemos fazer &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;senão continuar nossa jornada com nosso coração machucado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Às vezes nos falta esperança.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes o amor nos machuca profundamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e vamos nos recuperando muito lentamente dessa ferida tão dolorosa. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes perdemos nossa fé, então descobrimos que precisamos acreditar, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tanto quanto precisamos respirar...é nossa razão de existir. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes estamos sem rumo, mas alguém entra em nossa vida, e se torna o nosso destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Às vezes estamos no meio de centenas de pessoas, e a solidão aperta nosso coração &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;pela falta de uma única pessoa. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes a dor nos faz chorar, nos faz sofrer, nos faz querer parar de viver, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;até que algo toque nosso coração, algo simples como a beleza de um pôr do sol, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;a magnitude de uma noite estrelada, a simplicidade de uma brisa batendo em nosso rosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;É a força da natureza nos chamando para a vida...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;. Luiz Fernando Veríssimo&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/4671014609964605709-4382434911715478499?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/4382434911715478499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=4382434911715478499&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/4382434911715478499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/4382434911715478499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/08/felicidade-pode-demorar.html' title='A Felicidade pode demorar.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SnYfYbMWLXI/AAAAAAAAAjI/aVNyAj9brYc/s72-c/imagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-6233024361262809309</id><published>2009-07-28T18:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:29:25.427-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='na telinha e na estante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>'  um dia irei perdoa-lá ...'</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/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SQIf66WuDLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/UAf7uYcSfy8/s1600-h/deixemeviver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260802411679583410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 218px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SQIf66WuDLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/UAf7uYcSfy8/s320/deixemeviver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Filme: Deixe-me viver .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Quando o amor te humilha. O ódio te embala. (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Ás vezes me surpreendo como sem querer me pareço com 'ela', chego a ficar com raiva quando me comparam com 'ela'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como pode ter raiva de uma pessoa tão inconseqüente?&lt;br /&gt;Ela era só uma adolescente, você tem que aprender a perdoa-lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;E acho que a minha maior magoa dela é por ela ser tão inconseqüente, por conseguir viver uma vida sem planos, e o pior é saber que mais pra frente eu irei ter que ajuda-lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mas sei que um dia irei perdoa-lá, mas até esse dia chegar, prefiro não lembrar dela,&lt;br /&gt;por mais que isso sooa cruel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                             &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Cami Brito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-6233024361262809309?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/6233024361262809309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=6233024361262809309&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/6233024361262809309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/6233024361262809309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2008/10/um-dia-irei-perdoa-l.html' title='&apos;  um dia irei perdoa-lá ...&apos;'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SQIf66WuDLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/UAf7uYcSfy8/s72-c/deixemeviver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-1925468724357637867</id><published>2009-07-24T12:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:11:56.646-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>Amor é liberdade? besteira.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SmkU8lAk-jI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ilozPAPrdlY/s1600-h/1156539964_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SmkU8lAk-jI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ilozPAPrdlY/s320/1156539964_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361839862320527922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Muitos sábios dizem que amor é liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Acho que isso é loucura, como o amor pode ser liberdade se quando estamos amando alguém, esse alguém está sempre preso em seus pensamentos, você só se sente totalmente realizada quando está perto dessa pessoa, é como um vicio ridículo , que faça com que os apaixonados se humilhem para poder ficar com aquela pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;É uma louca liberdade que não quero experimentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                       Retirado do meu diário 23-maio-2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;É gente andei lendo meus meus antigos diarios, e tem tantos textos toscos, mas alguns que até valem um pouco a pena postar aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-1925468724357637867?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/1925468724357637867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=1925468724357637867&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/1925468724357637867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/1925468724357637867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/07/amor-e-liberdade-besteira.html' title='Amor é liberdade? besteira.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SmkU8lAk-jI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ilozPAPrdlY/s72-c/1156539964_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-715307322824895878</id><published>2009-07-23T20:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:59:25.935-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SmkHRPoj__I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ZVvR_8w-XRs/s1600-h/Foto-0093.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/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SmkHRPoj__I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ZVvR_8w-XRs/s320/Foto-0093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361824824197119986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Submeto-me e sinto-me quase alegre.&lt;br /&gt;Quase alegre como quem&lt;br /&gt;se cansa de estar triste.”&lt;br /&gt;[Fernando Pessoa]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-715307322824895878?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/715307322824895878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=715307322824895878&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/715307322824895878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/715307322824895878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/07/submeto-me-e-sinto-me-quase-alegre.html' title=''/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SmkHRPoj__I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ZVvR_8w-XRs/s72-c/Foto-0093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-6295291654393500083</id><published>2009-07-22T12:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:22:33.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes de Morrer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SmcrT5LvbnI/AAAAAAAAAiI/2CcRezTFzaU/s1600-h/livro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SmcrT5LvbnI/AAAAAAAAAiI/2CcRezTFzaU/s320/livro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361301502175440498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Antes de Morrer, um titulo que chamou bastante minha atenção. Sempre me pergunto as vezes o que eu faria se soubesse que iria morrer, as vezes quando eu acordo tento fazer do meu dia incrível por que sei que quanto mais horas eu vivo mais perto estou chegando da morte. E agora que eu li esse livro incrivelmente maravilhoso, percebi que diferente do que muitas pessoas pensam que esse meu tipo de pensamento é algo macabro eu estou certa. É um livro bastante sensível, meio inapropriado para pessoas menores de 15 anos, e uma coisa que torna o livro bem penoso é que o fato de que invariavelmente você ira se sentir no lugar de Tessa e provavelmente ira fazer você pensar muito na vida e pensar na morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;O que você faria se descobrisse que iria morrer em breve? Quais seriam os seus pensamentos e suas atitudes se soubesse que seu tempo está se esgotando? O que passaria pela sua cabeça quando se desse conta de que amanhã pode ser tarde demais para realizar seus sonhos, desejos e vontade? O que acontece quando se descobre que todo o planejamento de sua vida fugiu ao seu controle?&lt;br /&gt;São esses os assuntos abordados no livro “Antes de Morrer”, de Jenny Downham, que conta a história de Tessa. Uma menina de 16 anos que está perdendo a batalha de quatro anos contra a leucemia. E ao perceber que não vai sobreviver ao câncer, e não poderá terminar o colegial, ir ao baile de formatura, casar ou ter filhos, faz uma lista de desejos a serem atendidos antes de morrer. Nessa lista estão itens como viajar o mundo, fazer sexo, infringir a lei, dirigir, juntar os pais separados, usar drogas, ficar famosa e viver um grande amor. A partir do instante que Tessa descobre todos os anos de tratamento já não podem mais estender sua vida, ela decide que não vai mais viver da maneira como deveria, e sim viver ao seu jeito.&lt;br /&gt;A maneira suave como um assunto delicado como a morte é tratado pela autora não torna a leitura depressiva ou mórbida em momento algum.  O texto une a inconseqüência adolescente com a maturidade da convivência com a morte.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-6295291654393500083?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/6295291654393500083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=6295291654393500083&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/6295291654393500083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/6295291654393500083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/07/antes-de-morrer-livro.html' title='Antes de Morrer'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SmcrT5LvbnI/AAAAAAAAAiI/2CcRezTFzaU/s72-c/livro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-4811586764470294183</id><published>2009-07-19T12:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T12:52:22.464-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo culpa do Potter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SmNAnhe8KdI/AAAAAAAAAh4/_DF2HfshalE/s1600-h/OgAAAEEsTxZiBPeHRqxFbhAXFbVkauFt3Wr3oSZ1GSgQv_gj00cZ_GbqOtG_Lo7DVSAw6U8wK3hkfuLIx5LoUmUqTWEAm1T1UGF6OYVdju28GUyr5pfg3J9NX0E6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SmNAnhe8KdI/AAAAAAAAAh4/_DF2HfshalE/s320/OgAAAEEsTxZiBPeHRqxFbhAXFbVkauFt3Wr3oSZ1GSgQv_gj00cZ_GbqOtG_Lo7DVSAw6U8wK3hkfuLIx5LoUmUqTWEAm1T1UGF6OYVdju28GUyr5pfg3J9NX0E6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360199029248240082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sempre me considerei uma garota bem comum. Tenho muitas amigas, saio ás vezes pra me diverti, sou um pouco viciada em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;enlatados americanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, pela minha visão tenho uma vida social bem normal. Só que de acordo com uma pesquisa elaborada diz que diferente de 60% dos jovens brasileiros eu t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;enho o habito que para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; mim é um motivo de orgulho, a leitura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Sou uma rata de biblioteca, e um dos meus apelidos por meus amigos é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;“nerdizinha”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; o que não me deixa zangada nem muito menos envergonhada, não vou escrever aqui querendo me mostrar que eu leio Platão, Aristóteles ou algo tão culto e complicado, mas leio desde os contos juvenis, os blogs, como também leio jorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;al ( e ler jornal não é apenas as colunas de fofoca), leio alguns livros de autores consagrados como Castro Alves, Machado de Assis, Vinicius de Morais e muitos outros. Esse meu habito adquirir com 11 anos com meu primeiro livro, que diferente de muitas das minhas amiguin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;has liam e se encantavam com o incrível mundo do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pequeno Príncipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, eu confesso o desprezei procurei por algo bem mais irreal, um mundo que me atraia, e que por mais que eu odiasse ler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(é gente eu odiava ler)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; aqueles textos chatos chatos do meu livros de português, me pus a ler as primeiras paginas da historias de um bruxinho que na época nem era tão famoso, de um livro que rolava lá por casa. E com ele descobrir o incrível mundo da magia e da leitura que pra mim sempre estão relacionados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E se hoje dou mais valor em ler um livro do que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sair para bater perna, se gasto mais horas lendo do que organizando fotos no orkut, e se o presente perfeito pra mim é um livro bem grosso com uma historia bem misteriosa do que um sapato alto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;isso tudo é culpa do &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ♥ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CCamila%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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font-family: verdana;"&gt;E por favor gente não me venham comparar Harry Potter com Crepúsculo que para os desinformados são historias completamente diferentes, droga.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pow odeio comparações, ainda mais quando são mal feitas. ;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-4811586764470294183?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/4811586764470294183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=4811586764470294183&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/4811586764470294183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/4811586764470294183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/07/tudo-culpa-do-potter.html' title='Tudo culpa do Potter.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SmNAnhe8KdI/AAAAAAAAAh4/_DF2HfshalE/s72-c/OgAAAEEsTxZiBPeHRqxFbhAXFbVkauFt3Wr3oSZ1GSgQv_gj00cZ_GbqOtG_Lo7DVSAw6U8wK3hkfuLIx5LoUmUqTWEAm1T1UGF6OYVdju28GUyr5pfg3J9NX0E6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-8567511575873578943</id><published>2009-07-15T14:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:15:39.947-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'>[...]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Sl4bmYWiNDI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/lYEyBq86f6k/s1600-h/ATgAAAD2vOht1NomN3_Jg0xqegjfKYKxlN4Kjj5_k_qVffnrqTm8fF2DVY8fOn538sJ0izYGE8YYZaBVB9hJBdTpJ5UYAJtU9VBB7kAtJHQCr9-r5JVz4uHa7JgQqQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Sl4bmYWiNDI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/lYEyBq86f6k/s320/ATgAAAD2vOht1NomN3_Jg0xqegjfKYKxlN4Kjj5_k_qVffnrqTm8fF2DVY8fOn538sJ0izYGE8YYZaBVB9hJBdTpJ5UYAJtU9VBB7kAtJHQCr9-r5JVz4uHa7JgQqQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358750952803415090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Amor não é se envolver com a pessoa perfeita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;aquela dos nossos sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Não existem príncipes nem princesas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Encare a outra pessoa de forma sincera e real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;exaltando suas qualidades, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;mas sabendo também de seus defeitos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;O amor só é lindo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;quando encontramos alguém que nos transforme no melhor que podemos ser.       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                           &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;            &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;autor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/desconhecido/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-8567511575873578943?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/8567511575873578943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=8567511575873578943&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8567511575873578943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8567511575873578943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='[...]'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Sl4bmYWiNDI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/lYEyBq86f6k/s72-c/ATgAAAD2vOht1NomN3_Jg0xqegjfKYKxlN4Kjj5_k_qVffnrqTm8fF2DVY8fOn538sJ0izYGE8YYZaBVB9hJBdTpJ5UYAJtU9VBB7kAtJHQCr9-r5JVz4uHa7JgQqQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-4960726124222883020</id><published>2009-07-12T19:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:57:46.681-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='na telinha e na estante'/><title type='text'>Na margem do rio Piedra eu sentei e chorei - Livro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;“&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Amar é perigoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Sei disso – respondi – Já amei antes. Amar é como uma droga. No começo vem a sensação de euforia, de total entrega. Depois, no dia seguinte você quer mais. Ainda não se viciou, mas gostou da sensação, e acha que pode mantêla sob controle. Pensa na pessoa amada durante dois minutos e esquece por três horas. Mas aos poucos, você sés acostuma com aquela pessoa, e passa a depender completamente dela. Então pensa por três horas, esquece por dois minutos. Se ela está por perto, você experimenta as mesmas sensações que os viciados têm quando não conseguem a droga. Neste momento, assim como os viciados roubam e se humilham para consegui o que precisam. Você esta disposto a fazer qualquer coisa pelo amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Que exemplo horrível – disse ele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;... Por isso, só devemos amar quem podemos ter por perto – concluiu ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pág:80”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; Ao amor ! – disse ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aos sábios, capazes de entender que certos amores são tolices de infância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; - disse eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Aquele que é sábio, só é sábio porque ama. E aquele que é tolo, só é tolo porque pensa que pode entender o amor – respondeu ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pág:52”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto do livro: Na margem do rio Piedra eu sentei e chorei. ( Paulo Coelho)&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/4671014609964605709-4960726124222883020?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/4960726124222883020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=4960726124222883020&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/4960726124222883020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/4960726124222883020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/07/na-margem-do-rio-piedra-eu-sentei-e.html' title='Na margem do rio Piedra eu sentei e chorei - Livro'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-4216713119767326881</id><published>2009-07-08T10:17:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:56:48.758-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='na telinha e na estante'/><title type='text'>Grey's Anatomy -  What a Difference a Day Makes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SlSfrXgqYRI/AAAAAAAAAhI/_wHzayam6kY/s1600-h/5x22-greys-anatomy-6202256-1024-768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SlSfrXgqYRI/AAAAAAAAAhI/_wHzayam6kY/s320/5x22-greys-anatomy-6202256-1024-768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356081424244564242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5x22 - What a Difference a Day Makes&lt;/span&gt;  ♥&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Você nunca sabe qual dia será o mais importante da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Os dias que você pensa que serão os mais importantes nunca são tão importantes quanto você os imagina. São os dias normais... os que começam normalmente... Aqueles que acabam se tornando os mais importantes. E hoje foi o casamento. Foi lindo... Perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não reconhece o dia mais importante da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Não até que você esteja bem no meio dele.&lt;br /&gt;O dia em que você se compromete com algo ou alguém..&lt;br /&gt;O dia em que partem seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;O dia em que você conhece sua alma gêmea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O dia em que você percebe que não há tempo suficiente porque você quer viver para sempre. Esses são os dias mais importantes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os dias perfeitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A gente quero agradecer e dá todos os créditos da mudança do blog para a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Maria Luisa&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;a href="http://dreams-sweetdreams.blogspot.com/"&gt;Doces Sonhos&lt;/a&gt;) uma garota super gentil e paciente que foi a responsavel por esse templates lindo *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beiijooos-Gnte;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-4216713119767326881?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/4216713119767326881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=4216713119767326881&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/4216713119767326881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/4216713119767326881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/07/greys-anatomy-what-difference-day-makes.html' title='Grey&apos;s Anatomy -  What a Difference a Day Makes'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SlSfrXgqYRI/AAAAAAAAAhI/_wHzayam6kY/s72-c/5x22-greys-anatomy-6202256-1024-768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-6895386528940232849</id><published>2009-07-07T19:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:01:11.396-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trilha sonora'/><title type='text'>Na Sua Estante (Pitty)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SlPg56I9TvI/AAAAAAAAAg4/8IXF4G6R4vA/s1600-h/viol%25C3%25A3o2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SlPg56I9TvI/AAAAAAAAAg4/8IXF4G6R4vA/s200/viol%25C3%25A3o2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355871667337645810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Você tá sempre indo e vindo, tudo bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dessa vez eu já vesti minha armadura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E mesmo que nada funcione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu estarei de pé, de queixo erguido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois você me vê vermelha e acha graça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas eu não ficaria bem na sua estante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tô aproveitando cada segundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antes que isso aqui vire uma tragédia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E não adianta nem me procurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em outros timbres, outros risos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu estava aqui o tempo todo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Só você não viu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só por hoje não quero mais te ver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só por hoje &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;não vou tomar a minha dose de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cansei de chorar feridas que não se fecham, não se curam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E essa abstinência uma hora vai passar."&lt;/strong&gt;&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/4671014609964605709-6895386528940232849?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/6895386528940232849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=6895386528940232849&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/6895386528940232849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/6895386528940232849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/07/na-sua-estante-pitty.html' title='Na Sua Estante (Pitty)'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SlPg56I9TvI/AAAAAAAAAg4/8IXF4G6R4vA/s72-c/viol%25C3%25A3o2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-7869948523418905456</id><published>2009-07-01T19:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:02:23.859-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='na telinha e na estante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>amor por empatia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;“O verdadeiro amor acontece por empatia, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;por magnetismo, por conjunção estelar(...)”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Quem imaginaria que me apaixonaria por um simples sorriso, pelo tom da sua voz que não pude ouvir direito, pelo sotaque divertido, pela maneira que os olhos piscam, pela cara de sono, pelo modo que você se distancia, pela historia complicada.&lt;br /&gt;Quem imaginaria que aquela simples atração que meu corpo tinha por você quase um desconhecido, se tornaria algo tão sentimental, algo tão real pra mim e ilusório pra ti, algo tão bonito e ao mesmo tempo tão sofrido.&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cami Brito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SjVSjtC-jEI/AAAAAAAAAfA/8PvwrN4WUuM/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353624105968854610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 271px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Skvkwnk95lI/AAAAAAAAAgg/qFRscvWRE5g/s400/35503-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Indico: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Becoming Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; (2007), um filme inglês, do diretor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Julian Jarrold (página não existe)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Julian_Jarrold&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Julian Jarrold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; com roteiro de Kevin Hood e Sarah Williams.&lt;br /&gt;É um filme inglês, que tenta reproduzir a biografia da escritora Jane Austen, considerada a melhor escritora da Inglaterra, ficando atrás apenas de Shakespeare. O filme retrata o suposto romance de Jane com Thomas Lefroy, um advogado que fora obrigado pro seu tio a ir passar um tempo com seus parentes. Com má fama, Lefroy conquista Jane, e Jane o conquista com seu jeito diferente de ser e de pensar. Após uma tentativa de casamento, uma carta estraga todos os planos que Jane e Thomas tinham, e Jane aceita o pedido de casamento de um jovem. Suposto romance que inspirou a obra Orgulho e Preconceito , o mais renomado romance da autora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/4671014609964605709-7869948523418905456?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/7869948523418905456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=7869948523418905456&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/7869948523418905456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/7869948523418905456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/06/amor-por-empatia.html' title='amor por empatia.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Skvkwnk95lI/AAAAAAAAAgg/qFRscvWRE5g/s72-c/35503-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-5880493203726121767</id><published>2009-06-28T11:15:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.284-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>Perdão não se nega.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sou a pessoa mais indicada para debater sobre o perdão.&lt;br /&gt;Admito era do tipo que guardava mágoas, no entanto, de tanto guardar esses sentimentos e de não ter coragem para pedir perdão, cheguei a me sentir sufocada e totalmente cansada de ficar relembrando todas as mágoas que havia dentro de mim, tendo assim desculpas para não mais falar com pessoas que me faziam falta.&lt;br /&gt;Comecei há pensar &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perdoar é um ato divino e todos merecem uma segunda chance&lt;/strong&gt; ou até terceira se assim valer a pena, &lt;strong&gt;mas perdoar não tem o mesmo significado que esquecer&lt;/strong&gt; e algumas vezes pedir perdão é bem mais difícil que perdoar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A capacidade de perdoar não se adquire de um dia para o outro, mas sim um sentimento que precisa ser plantado e regado diariamente para que possa florescer.&lt;br /&gt;Compreendi que se um dia eu precise de perdão, primeiro tenho que ensinar e continuar aprendendo a perdoar, é claro que nem sempre vou conseguir essa magnitude, e que muitos atos ainda denomino como imperdoáveis, ninguém é de ferro!&lt;br /&gt;Mas continuo regando minha semente, e tentando não negar dá outra chance para pessoas importantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouvindo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Creep - Radiohead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Livro:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Meg Cabot - A mediadora 05- Assombrado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filme:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Anjos da Noite - o inicio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Super-BeeeijoGnte;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Sjo_TjLtQCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/qybnUQYWhHg/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-5880493203726121767?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5880493203726121767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=5880493203726121767&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5880493203726121767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5880493203726121767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/06/perdao-nao-se-nega.html' title='Perdão não se nega.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-5258051006408711857</id><published>2009-06-23T08:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.284-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>Pateticamente correta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não é porque completei 18 anos, que eu irei sair por ai fazendo besteiras para mostrar para meus amigos o quão “bacana” eu sou.&lt;br /&gt;Para minha singela opinião o garoto(a) que acha que para se diverti precisa está bêbado ou que o adolescente fora da moda é aquele que não precisa de um baseado para poder rir com os amigos, essa pessoa um completo alienado patético.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu sou pateticamente correta porque respeito minha família, não vou pra micareta me agarrar com todo o cara que me beijar,ou porque acredito na concepção de se for transar use camisinha (Porr...!), não fumo e odeio que fumem perto de mim é uma opção minha não querer morrer por causa de uma fumaça no meu pulmão, se for beber porque pegar o carro vai de táxi, ônibus, metrô, até a pé, e simplesmente acho muito idiota quem acha que tudo se resolve na porrada. Eu digo com o maior orgulho &lt;strong&gt;“EU SOU PATETICAMENTE CORRETA”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350285494971144962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SkAIT4auGwI/AAAAAAAAAfw/cDoXADgEYXM/s400/ATgAAADN-4eE9_CP8hBEWM1YRcP6EbT5yyxMt43cXXgy5MlDBNdz1MgEvMrHADUD6Iv-jmCtfEB-RPWFNpheDDWYj9gKAJtU9VCTdsvnobEKSImDT4QsfndgS3yDBg.jpg" border="0" /&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/4671014609964605709-5258051006408711857?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5258051006408711857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=5258051006408711857&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5258051006408711857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5258051006408711857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/06/pateticamente-correta.html' title='Pateticamente correta'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SkAIT4auGwI/AAAAAAAAAfw/cDoXADgEYXM/s72-c/ATgAAADN-4eE9_CP8hBEWM1YRcP6EbT5yyxMt43cXXgy5MlDBNdz1MgEvMrHADUD6Iv-jmCtfEB-RPWFNpheDDWYj9gKAJtU9VCTdsvnobEKSImDT4QsfndgS3yDBg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-7284113091733106995</id><published>2009-06-14T10:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.284-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>Colando os pedaços do coração ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/ScWNqLSlfSI/AAAAAAAAAaM/s_FoDiWCG8k/s1600-h/9b1b2d298237cee4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315810690905505058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/ScWNqLSlfSI/AAAAAAAAAaM/s_FoDiWCG8k/s400/9b1b2d298237cee4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Mesmo depois de tanto entregar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seu coração pra quem não soube cuidar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;para quem não merecia....'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada um que passou arrancou um pedaço, alguns foram maiores, já outros tiveram pena e levaram apenas um pedacinho.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo depois de se entregar tanto e se arrepender, ela ainda está viva.&lt;br /&gt;O coração mesmo muito machucado ainda bate. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora ela vai esperar o tempo sarar todas suas feridas, esperar o coração colar. Porque quando o amor chama-la novamente, ela irá se jogar de novo de cabeça, sem pára-quedas e sem nenhuma corda para se segurar , porque é assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Não importa quantas vezes ela vai ter que colar todos os pedacinhos, o que importa é não desistir de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SjVTlYaD-8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/w8eJGtORIi4/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347272034244361154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 48px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SjVTlYaD-8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/w8eJGtORIi4/s200/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se vc é um&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; dessas pessoas que acreditam no amor, irá adorar o video&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-31c7389cacb618c2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D31c7389cacb618c2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330378518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E966E591DC44AAC30A9E187C58C0F19D32094CF.1AFC51BD5188CF6ACEDA0606BF1DA5C51242FF28%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D31c7389cacb618c2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DudBqUHmYFeZkjI7kQrT6DcSyyEs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D31c7389cacb618c2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330378518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E966E591DC44AAC30A9E187C58C0F19D32094CF.1AFC51BD5188CF6ACEDA0606BF1DA5C51242FF28%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D31c7389cacb618c2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DudBqUHmYFeZkjI7kQrT6DcSyyEs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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/4671014609964605709-7284113091733106995?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=31c7389cacb618c2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/7284113091733106995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=7284113091733106995&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/7284113091733106995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/7284113091733106995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/06/colando-os-pedacos-do-coracao.html' title='Colando os pedaços do coração ♥'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/ScWNqLSlfSI/AAAAAAAAAaM/s_FoDiWCG8k/s72-c/9b1b2d298237cee4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-6880682963299089546</id><published>2009-05-26T10:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.285-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>(...) eu cair no perigo maior.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Shvu11T2ZMI/AAAAAAAAAeo/mPqJmmN9kn8/s1600-h/1196795706_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340124391788668098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Shvu11T2ZMI/AAAAAAAAAeo/mPqJmmN9kn8/s320/1196795706_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Pois por hoje já cansei de gostar de você,&lt;br /&gt;Para que continuar me enganando,&lt;br /&gt;Fingindo não entende que eu cair no perigo maior&lt;br /&gt;No perigo que tanto tentei me proteger,&lt;br /&gt;Eu cair no perigo de gostar de você.&lt;br /&gt;Agora como das outras vezes,&lt;br /&gt;Cabe só a mim, sofrer até deixar o sentimento murchar&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me como fui cair de novo nessa,&lt;br /&gt;Na ultima vez coloquei uma armadura&lt;br /&gt;Mas me parece que esse sentimento é mais forte que armaduras e muros.&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem feito para mim, agora quem sabe eu aprendo a me defender,&lt;br /&gt;Para não cair, mas nesse perigo de amar,&lt;br /&gt;De querer bem, alguém que mal sabe da minha existência.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gente o texto pode parecer que estou sofrendo, mas ando bem, só que com pouco tempoe meio confusa, mas quero agradecer os comentarios, e avisar que vou tentar responder todos, Obrigada gente por ler o que eu escrevo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beiiijocasparatodos;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-6880682963299089546?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/6880682963299089546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=6880682963299089546&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/6880682963299089546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/6880682963299089546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-cair-no-perigo-maior.html' title='(...) eu cair no perigo maior.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Shvu11T2ZMI/AAAAAAAAAeo/mPqJmmN9kn8/s72-c/1196795706_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-2859311274896579119</id><published>2009-05-17T14:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:56:48.759-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='na telinha e na estante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>Um pouco da historia que ninguém gosta de contar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Sbrvqha7v0I/AAAAAAAAAY8/dpyj0YZGt90/s1600-h/Peyton-s-art-one-tree-hill-793165_800_377.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312822224241803074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Sbrvqha7v0I/AAAAAAAAAY8/dpyj0YZGt90/s400/Peyton-s-art-one-tree-hill-793165_800_377.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos gostam de escrever sobre o amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para alguns de maneira muitas vezes &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inexplicáveis o amor começa a murchar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;para outros o amor se perde&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;para outros claro o amor também pode ser encontrado mesmo que por pouco tempo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Na maioria das historias de amor um se apaixona pelo outro. Mas e quanto ao resto?&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E as nossas historias?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daqueles que se apaixonam sozinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, daquele &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tipo de amor cruel que quase mata suas vitimas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Nós somos &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;vitimas de uma relação de mão única&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Somos os não amados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;os que caminham feridos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;os deficientes sem direito há uma vaga exclusiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;a maldição dos apaixonados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;somos os apaixonados não correspondidos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E aqui quem lhes escreve é uma dessas pessoas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sei qual realmente é meu problema, Acho que tenho medo de amar alguém que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;possa corresponder ao meu sentimento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e não ser tão magnífico quando se ler no lindos romances, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ou nos filmes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;acho que tenho medo de nunca achar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;verdadeira meu Romeu, meu Tristão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;meu Edward Culler.&lt;br /&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/4671014609964605709-2859311274896579119?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/2859311274896579119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=2859311274896579119&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/2859311274896579119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/2859311274896579119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-pouco-da-historia-que-ninguem-gosta.html' title='Um pouco da historia que ninguém gosta de contar.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Sbrvqha7v0I/AAAAAAAAAY8/dpyj0YZGt90/s72-c/Peyton-s-art-one-tree-hill-793165_800_377.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-1720104956249278247</id><published>2009-05-07T18:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.285-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>“Foi só um sonho, mais um sonho”.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Quando finalmente ela conseguiu se recolher para a solidão e escuridão de seu aposento, fechou seus olhos para refleti e planejar o dia seguinte, o cansaço lhe abateu e sem muita demora...Lugar abafado, luzes piscando, barulho ensurdecedor , pessoas desconhecidas passavam empurrando-a, alguns estavam bebendo, rindo, pulando, dançando, ela havia ido parar em uma festa.&lt;br /&gt;Procurando ela encontrou rostos conhecidos, se aproximou tentando se inturma. Em meio toda aquela confusão sua atenção foi enviada para um canto não tão distante, não tão escuro, lá ela encontrou não apenas mais um rosto conhecido, mas um alguém que fez seu coração disparar, e um sorriso surgiu de imediato em seus lábios.Ela lhe retribuiu o sorriso, mas antes que ela pudesse ir em seu encontro, um certo alguém que ela não queria bem, se aproximou roubando-lhe toda a atenção.&lt;br /&gt;Um nó em sua garganta começou a se forma, tentou ignorar que seu bem estava em companhia de outra, mas os sentimentos foram mais fortes que a razão, o lugar tornou-se apertado, desconfortável, barulhento demais, tudo o que ela queria era um pouco de arpuro e espaço, saiu desesperada em procura da saída, quando ela já não conseguia mais respirar achou uma porta que dava em uma escadaria que no fim chegava na saída, o choro começou a se formar, alguém segurou seu braço, fazendo-a virar e encontrá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Não vai, fica aqui comigo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – ele me lhe disse, puxando-a para si.&lt;br /&gt;E um barulho a fez abrir os olhos, no visor de celular dava 7:00 horas. Então lhe caiu a realidade: &lt;em&gt;“Foi só um sonho, mais um sonho”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333205313177919090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SgNZ-c4yHnI/AAAAAAAAAeY/g3w_cGx_MSg/s320/1167846832_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-1720104956249278247?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/1720104956249278247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=1720104956249278247&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/1720104956249278247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/1720104956249278247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/05/foi-so-um-sonho-mais-um-sonho.html' title='“Foi só um sonho, mais um sonho”.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SgNZ-c4yHnI/AAAAAAAAAeY/g3w_cGx_MSg/s72-c/1167846832_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-1138377476963956685</id><published>2009-05-03T19:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:59:39.517-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'>Nem tudo é fácil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Sf4upQNM0gI/AAAAAAAAAdw/0OGlVbfGvtA/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331750295113093634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Sf4upQNM0gI/AAAAAAAAAdw/0OGlVbfGvtA/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" É difícil fazer alguém feliz, assim como é fácil fazer triste. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É difícil dizer eu te amo, assim como é fácil não dizer nada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É difícil valorizar um amor, assim como é fácil perdê-lo para sempre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É difícil agradecer pelo dia de hoje, assim como é fácil viver mais um dia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É difícil enxergar o que a vida traz de bom, assim como é fácil fechar os olhos e atravessar a rua. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É difícil se convencer de que se é feliz, assim como é fácil achar que sempre falta algo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É difícil fazer alguém sorrir, assim como é fácil fazer chorar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É difícil colocar-se no lugar de alguém, assim como é fácil olhar para o próprio umbigo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você errou, peça desculpas... É difícil pedir perdão? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas quem disse que é fácil ser perdoado? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se alguém errou com você, perdoa-o... É difícil perdoar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas quem disse que é fácil se arrepender? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você sente algo, diga... É difícil se abrir? Mas quem disse que é fácil encontrar alguém que queira escutar? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se alguém reclama de você, ouça... É difícil ouvir certas coisas? Mas quem disse que é fácil ouvir você?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se alguém te ama, ame-o...É difícil entregar-se? Mas quem disse que é fácil ser feliz? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem tudo é fácil na vida...Mas, com certeza, nada é impossível &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Precisamos acreditar, ter fé e lutar para que não apenas sonhemos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas também tornemos todos esses desejos, realidade. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Cecilia_Meireles/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/em&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/4671014609964605709-1138377476963956685?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/1138377476963956685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=1138377476963956685&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/1138377476963956685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/1138377476963956685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/04/nem-tudo-e-facil.html' title='Nem tudo é fácil'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Sf4upQNM0gI/AAAAAAAAAdw/0OGlVbfGvtA/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-1815369071407875857</id><published>2009-05-01T11:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.286-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>Não sei porque insito, se é minha sina viver assim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Nós temos chance de escolher por onde queremos ir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;só não entendo porque por mais que eu mude de direção, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eu sempre acabo na mesma encruzilhada.&lt;br /&gt;Antes quando eu tinha forças para lutar, não havia oportunidades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora que estou cansada e decidir para de me machucar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o destino me dá oportunidades.&lt;br /&gt;O destino as vezes pode ser cruel..."&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/4671014609964605709-1815369071407875857?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/1815369071407875857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=1815369071407875857&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/1815369071407875857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/1815369071407875857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-sei-porque-insito-se-e-minha-sina.html' title='Não sei porque insito, se é minha sina viver assim.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-1929816919218874607</id><published>2009-04-21T13:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:56:48.759-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='na telinha e na estante'/><title type='text'>Grey's Anatomy - "a Julieta era uma idiota. Porque ela se apaixona por aquele cara que ela sabe que não pode ter..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt; - Let It Be ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- A fim de ganhar créditos extras, a Sra. Snyder nos fez participar de todas as peças teatrais. Sal Scafarillo era Romeu. E, como o destino assim quis, eu era a Julieta... A maioria das meninas ficaram verde de inveja. E eu nem aí. Eu falei pra Sra. Snyder &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;que a Julieta era uma idiota. Porque ela se apaixona por aquele cara que ela sabe que não pode ter... Todo mundo acha isso tão romântico: Romeu e Julieta, amor verdadeiro... que triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Se Julieta foi burra o bastante para se apaixonar pelo inimigo, beber uma garrafa de veneno e ir repousar num mausoléu, então ela teve o que merecia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- Talvez Romeu e Juliete estivessem destinado a ficarem juntos, mas só um pouquinho, e então o tempo deles passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Se eles soubesse disso antes, talvez tudo tivesse terminado bem. Eu falei pra Sra. Snyder que quando eu crescesse, eu controlaria meu próprio destino. Eu não ia deixar nenhum cara me arrastar com ele. A Sra. Snyder então me disse que eu seria uma sortuda se eu tivesse esse tipo de paixão com alguém e que, se eu tivesse, a gente ficaria junto pra sempre. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E até hoje, eu acredito que na maior parte do tempo, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;o amor é uma questão de escolhas&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;É questão de tirar os venenos e as adagas da frente e criar o seu próprio final feliz&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;na maior parte do tempo. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E às vezes, apesar de todas suas melhores escolhas e intenções... o destino vence de qualquer forma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326937364454389394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Se0VT0UPNpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/mAhp6MnE3XY/s320/Romeo_and_Juliet.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/4671014609964605709-1929816919218874607?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/1929816919218874607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=1929816919218874607&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/1929816919218874607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/1929816919218874607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/04/greys-anatomy-julieta-era-uma-idiota.html' title='Grey&apos;s Anatomy - &quot;a Julieta era uma idiota. Porque ela se apaixona por aquele cara que ela sabe que não pode ter...&quot;'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Se0VT0UPNpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/mAhp6MnE3XY/s72-c/Romeo_and_Juliet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-6344538476317251902</id><published>2009-04-16T16:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:01:11.396-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trilha sonora'/><title type='text'>FAKE NUMBER- Platônico ♥'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SeclgkYUbPI/AAAAAAAAAck/haPate0Jc5Q/s1600-h/104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325266325840620786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SeclgkYUbPI/AAAAAAAAAck/haPate0Jc5Q/s320/104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O mais &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;difícil é saber que é verdadeiro e não poder sentir,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ver que o outro sente o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Mas não é por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;E ter que esconder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e não poder demonstrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentir pra você fazer o outro acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Platônico até pode ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Platônico mais do que eu deveria sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Olhar suas fotos e imaginar você aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Saber que sente o mesmo mas não é por mim,&lt;br /&gt;E se perder no meio de uma ilusão,&lt;br /&gt;E não querer sair dessa confusão&lt;br /&gt;Platônico até pode ser&lt;br /&gt;Platônico mais do que eu deveria sentir&lt;br /&gt;Platônico &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;E eu espero por você o tempo que for&lt;br /&gt;com medo de não acontecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 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Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>Mesmo as palavras não gostando de mim eu continuo gostando delas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323892401050108274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SeJD7nr-QXI/AAAAAAAAAcU/8VjfSZqdEA4/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desde pequena gosto de fazer diários muitos joguei fora porque escrevia muita besteira não que eu parei de escrever. Escrever pra mim não é apenas juntar um monte de palavras que rimam, mas sim um modo de ver e de pensar. Uma vez li uma frase que combina comigo: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Quando eu morrer, morre comigo um certo modo de ver.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , uso a escrita para não deixar &lt;em&gt;‘meu modo de ver...o mundo’&lt;/em&gt; morrer completamente comigo. Meus diários não são grande coisa como o livro – &lt;strong&gt;O diário de Anne Frank&lt;/strong&gt; -, mas não me menosprezo muito, &lt;strong&gt;as palavras não gostam de mim, mas eu as adoro&lt;/strong&gt;.Nossa ninguém sabe como eu gosto de escrever meus contos, e não são tão ruins porque tem gente que ler o que eu escrevo e me elogia, um dos meus maiores problemas são:&lt;strong&gt; a)&lt;/strong&gt; nunca consigo escrever um final para nenhuma das minhas historias; &lt;strong&gt;b)&lt;/strong&gt; tenho preguiça de digitar. Quem sabe um dia crio coragem e coloco a sinopse de algum pra ver se alguém gosta.&lt;br /&gt;Não me considero uma escritora só porque escrevo alguns textinhos, a realidade me sinto uma péssima ‘escritora’, meu sonho era me tornar uma escritora de infanto-juvenil como minha favorita&lt;em&gt; Meg Cabot&lt;/em&gt; ou então as idrolatadas &lt;em&gt;J.K.Rowling e Stephenie Meyer&lt;/em&gt;. Realmente é uma pena eu se tão volúvel a ponto de não conseguir terminar um texto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“A poesia consola os grandes que são solitários”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feliz Páscoa *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/4671014609964605709-4445433219390203006?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/4445433219390203006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=4445433219390203006&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/4445433219390203006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/4445433219390203006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/04/mesmo-as-palavras-nao-gostando-de-mim.html' title='Mesmo as palavras não gostando de mim eu continuo gostando delas.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SeJD7nr-QXI/AAAAAAAAAcU/8VjfSZqdEA4/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-3648557898298555270</id><published>2009-04-09T19:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.287-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>" Ah... o ruim"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Sd6UWEMx4WI/AAAAAAAAAcM/VoB-yt-PRD4/s1600-h/454.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322854916403880290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Sd6UWEMx4WI/AAAAAAAAAcM/VoB-yt-PRD4/s320/454.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SaRynjLEYZI/AAAAAAAAASM/bya_GQm-vPs/s1600-h/blogg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... &lt;strong&gt;o ruim de poder&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ah... &lt;strong&gt;o ruim de querer sentir&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;do não poder querer não sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ah...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o ruim de ter que poder lembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sem querer voltar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;o ruim de sonhar e depois ter que acordar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem coisas que não queremos poder&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;mesmo assim podemos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294294717923675442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 48px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SXkc_t4RTTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/mZvosE7dt4g/s200/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~ Eu escrevir esse texto numa época da minha vida que eu vivia nos meus sonhos, sem ligar para a realidade, porque toda vez que era obrigada a volta a realidade, ela nunca me agradava, eu sempre me lembrava sem querer lembrar de coisas que me faziam sofrer, espero que gostem do verso.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BeeeijosAçucarados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para quem gostou :D e sim (Y) criticas são bem vidas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-3648557898298555270?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/3648557898298555270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=3648557898298555270&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/3648557898298555270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/3648557898298555270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/04/ah-o-ruim.html' title='&quot; Ah... o ruim&quot;'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Sd6UWEMx4WI/AAAAAAAAAcM/VoB-yt-PRD4/s72-c/454.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-8406929615784947879</id><published>2009-04-04T13:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:56:48.759-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='na telinha e na estante'/><title type='text'>O Clube de Leitura de Jane Austen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/ScWJmYRKzrI/AAAAAAAAAZs/X7zao8kNYD0/s1600-h/clube_leitura_%20jausten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315806227623235250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/ScWJmYRKzrI/AAAAAAAAAZs/X7zao8kNYD0/s200/clube_leitura_%2520jausten.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Cinco mulheres e um homem fazem parte de um grupo de leitura dos livros de Jane Austen, através do qual passam a aceitar melhor as mudanças ocorridas em suas vidas. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A escritora Jane Austen é conhecida por entender e conseguir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/ScWLAQ3LpMI/AAAAAAAAAaE/uXSUHltzvAQ/s1600-h/mp_main_wide_JaneAustenBookClub.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315807771823416514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/ScWLAQ3LpMI/AAAAAAAAAaE/uXSUHltzvAQ/s200/mp_main_wide_JaneAustenBookClub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;materializar através de seus personagens a alma feminina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É mais do que compreensível que as mulheres deste filme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dirigido e escrito por Robin Swicord, resolvam se reunir para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;discutir as tramas desenvolvidas por Austen, realizando uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;espécie de terapia em grupo, entendendo melhor seus dilemas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sofrimentos e confusões amorosas através de personagens clássicos como Elizabeth Bennet de "Orgulho e Preconceito" ou Emma de "Emma".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315806851928715714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/ScWKKt_MccI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Tik5KoimWDg/s320/45a_20_book-club_243x178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É realmente um filme apaixonante meio comico. É um filme para quem gosta de romance e suas devidas complicações. Pra quem nunca leu Austen depois que acaba o filme a primeira coisa que voce deseja fazer é ler TODOS os livros&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;mas ler Jane é um perigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cuidado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Os livros de Jane Austen que o grupo analisa no filme são "Mansfield Park", "Emma", "A Abadia de Northanger", "Orgulho e Preconceito", "Razão e Sensibilidade" e "Persuasão". &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/4671014609964605709-8406929615784947879?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/8406929615784947879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=8406929615784947879&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8406929615784947879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8406929615784947879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-clube-de-leitura-de-jane-austen.html' title='O Clube de Leitura de Jane Austen.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/ScWJmYRKzrI/AAAAAAAAAZs/X7zao8kNYD0/s72-c/clube_leitura_%2520jausten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-8076180220162932261</id><published>2009-04-03T22:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:35:13.542-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audrey C.'/><title type='text'>Como sou boba.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SdVOx55mBII/AAAAAAAAAb8/CPaTvOu-5Vc/s1600-h/ATcAAAA5oLD-uYjQxQZlHsTzIVOUWrq7rIoXViOR5eelTJ5bsg-7pLqX2zFEIVp147Gp3KRRbPuImS403SpnlIE5k1PhAJtU9VAH71c3wN8mva6c1WPgVvQQGvySrw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320245154071053442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SdVOx55mBII/AAAAAAAAAb8/CPaTvOu-5Vc/s320/ATcAAAA5oLD-uYjQxQZlHsTzIVOUWrq7rIoXViOR5eelTJ5bsg-7pLqX2zFEIVp147Gp3KRRbPuImS403SpnlIE5k1PhAJtU9VAH71c3wN8mva6c1WPgVvQQGvySrw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Estava chateada, triste, angustiada, solitária.Vendo as pessoas se despedirem e partirem, o sol já indo embora, quando algo me fez olhar para trás sem motivo e encontrar você no meio da multidão, minha grande vontade era de lhe lançar um sorriso, mas me contive. Você passou do meu lado, parando na minha frente me deixando perdida.&lt;br /&gt;Subir...parei quase não acreditei, quando passei na roleta e vi você vindo logo atas de mim, quando você parou atrás de mim, fiquei feliz por está à menos de um passo dele e me sentindo tão boba por isso.&lt;br /&gt;Foram poucos minutos, mas me iluminaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;ps: Estou respondendo aos poucos os comentarios, Obg gente ;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-8076180220162932261?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/8076180220162932261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=8076180220162932261&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8076180220162932261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8076180220162932261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/03/como-sou-boba.html' title='Como sou boba.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SdVOx55mBII/AAAAAAAAAb8/CPaTvOu-5Vc/s72-c/ATcAAAA5oLD-uYjQxQZlHsTzIVOUWrq7rIoXViOR5eelTJ5bsg-7pLqX2zFEIVp147Gp3KRRbPuImS403SpnlIE5k1PhAJtU9VAH71c3wN8mva6c1WPgVvQQGvySrw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-4430476635545927485</id><published>2009-03-27T22:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:28:31.662-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'>' Ser forte...'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é tentar te esquecer , mesmo te amando. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;É ter que falar com você sem olhar nos olhos para não tranparecer o meu amor. É vê-lo com outra e ficar calada. É não correr para o seus braços e implorar para que fique comigo. É não deixar cair uma lágrima sabendo notícias suas , e se alguém me perguntar &lt;em&gt;' você ainda gosta dele?'&lt;/em&gt; é responder que não sinto nada por você , mesmo que minha vontade seja de gritar pro mundo que ainda te amo , ser forte é chorar escondido e sorrir na sua frente , é sonhar com você e acordar sabemdo que tudo não passo de um sonho , é tentar tirar você da minha cabeça sabendo que nunca tirarei você do meu coração .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ಌ      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Autor não encontrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318043112192367618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Sc18CMpwXAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/jA24Ycvcyls/s400/brilhoeternodeit%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4671014609964605709-4430476635545927485?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/4430476635545927485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=4430476635545927485&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/4430476635545927485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/4430476635545927485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/03/ser-forte.html' title='&apos; Ser forte...&apos;'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Sc18CMpwXAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/jA24Ycvcyls/s72-c/brilhoeternodeit%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-5469163657525094956</id><published>2009-03-21T15:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.287-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>Anti - Cotas Raciais nas faculdades.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/ScUxc5HoyXI/AAAAAAAAAZc/P1tifa83V3E/s1600-h/Cotas_para_negros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315709307619690866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/ScUxc5HoyXI/AAAAAAAAAZc/P1tifa83V3E/s320/Cotas_para_negros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Numa sociedade que abre a boca para defender a igualdade tanto social como racial, defender essas cotas é uma grande controvérsia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O nosso Brasil é o pais que mais tem misturas raciais, isso acontece desde a colonização quando pessoas de diferentes lugares vieram para o Brasil e se misturaram, criando o povo brasileiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O negro não pode continuar sendo marginalizado nem ser os menos favorecidos, pelo que vejo nos jornais não são apenas os negros que roubam, matam ou que passam necessidade, como também os brancos, os pardos, os asiáticos e todas as outras raças. Todos temos oportunidades e quem tem vontade de vence pode sim chegar ao topo independente de raça, mas o nosso sistema de ensino publico esse sim menospreza todo aluno que dele precisa, perto dos que estudam em colégios privados.&lt;br /&gt;Digo por experiência própria, já estudei em escolas publicas mas também já tive a oportunidade de estudar em uma privada e sei realmente como as duas são diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Nossa governo deveria está preocupado em acabar com ESSA desigualdade social em vez de criar mais artimanhas para tira o verdadeiro foco do brasileiro. Como li no jornal as cotas para escolas publicas eram apenas temporárias enquanto o governo proporcionava ajustes, para que eles ficassem ao mesmo nível das privadas, e não para gerar polêmicas entre os estudantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então gente vamos lutar por mais empregos, por melhorias no ensino e na saúde, lutar contra o preconceito, vamos protestar contra esse governo corrupto que pensa que pode nos enganar, vamos nos juntar para o Brasil melhorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obs: Esse texto é a minha opinião, não é sobre o que é ou não é certo, todos temos nossas opiniões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: ( hsoauhasuaushoaus) O fim do meu texto ficou tão clichê, mas foi o único que pensei na hora ¬¬’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beeeijos;*&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/4671014609964605709-5469163657525094956?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5469163657525094956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=5469163657525094956&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5469163657525094956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5469163657525094956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/03/anti-cotas-raciais-nas-faculdades.html' title='Anti - Cotas Raciais nas faculdades.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/ScUxc5HoyXI/AAAAAAAAAZc/P1tifa83V3E/s72-c/Cotas_para_negros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-8222587297691479504</id><published>2009-03-19T10:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.287-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>Queriido Blog *-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/ScGHRorNnII/AAAAAAAAAZU/IQQViSmgo_8/s1600-h/diario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314677772320087170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/ScGHRorNnII/AAAAAAAAAZU/IQQViSmgo_8/s320/diario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Povo querido que ler meu blog, ultimamente vou demorar a postar, e até responder seus comentários, mas não vou deixar de responde-los muito menos abandonar isso aqui, hoje o blog pra mim é modo de me expressar, que sinto falta, sério posso até ficar dias sem sair , sem ver Grey’s Anatomy ou sem ver Gossip Girl, mas o blog vou tentar vim pelo menos uma hora por semana ;~&lt;br /&gt;Minha dedicação esse ano será 90% voltada aos meus estudos, a tão glamurosa matemática que me dá dor de cabeça e a bela física que mesmo sendo boa é meio complicada pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;".Eu vejo pessoas queridas saírem da minha vida o tempo inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;E não há no mundo coisa que machuque mais."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don´t Confess - Tegan and Sarato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confusabagarai.jpg x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-8222587297691479504?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/8222587297691479504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=8222587297691479504&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8222587297691479504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8222587297691479504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/03/queriido-blog.html' title='Queriido Blog *-*'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/ScGHRorNnII/AAAAAAAAAZU/IQQViSmgo_8/s72-c/diario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-7199451762213089720</id><published>2009-03-14T20:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.288-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>' Você já passou...'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SacmfvomJlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/3OhF7QCiqoc/s1600-h/1222533530279_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307253012683957842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SacmfvomJlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/3OhF7QCiqoc/s200/1222533530279_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixei meu coração em liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Achei que estava tarde&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos parei de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;E fui caindo na realidade&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quando desço a escada não sinto mais nada,&lt;br /&gt;Nem esperança, nem desejo, são tudo passado.&lt;br /&gt;Estou completamente conformada,&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração curado, costurado, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só esperando, sempre esperando e sonhando com o verdadeiro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;C. Brito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps: a foto não está relacionada com o texto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto da apresentadora MariMoon, tirada do fotolog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-7199451762213089720?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/7199451762213089720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=7199451762213089720&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/7199451762213089720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/7199451762213089720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/03/voce-ja-passou.html' title='&apos; Você já passou...&apos;'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SacmfvomJlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/3OhF7QCiqoc/s72-c/1222533530279_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-4854925158477652345</id><published>2009-03-13T20:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:53:08.076-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'>' O tempo é ...'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O tempo é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; muito&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lento para os que esperam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;muito &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rápido para os que têm medo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;muito &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;longo para os que lamentam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;muito &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;curto para os que festejam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;para os que amam, o tempo é eternidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Autor desconhecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ps: texto encontrado no &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://ivysaliba.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mais Uma Canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-4854925158477652345?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/4854925158477652345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=4854925158477652345&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/4854925158477652345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/4854925158477652345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-tempo-e.html' title='&apos; O tempo é ...&apos;'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-8974830696145679187</id><published>2009-03-09T15:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.288-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>Quem nunca pecou? 666'</title><content type='html'>Eu já e vou continuar pecando sou certa disso.&lt;br /&gt;Os&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sete pecados capitais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, acho que já cometi todos, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;infelizmente sou uma pecadora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; como qualquer pessoa, mas muitos santos só viraram santos depois que foram pecadores, não que eu queira virar santa, mas&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;faz parte da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Soberba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (sendo o mesmo pecado associado ao orgulho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;excessivo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;arrogância &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;e &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;vaidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;.)&lt;/em&gt; Não vou negar as vezes sou um pouco orgulhosa, mas nunca fui de ser arrogante de me achar melhor que os outros eu não suporto pessoas assim, pode ser mais rico, mais bonito, mais inteligente, mas se for arrogante pra que serve todos esses atributos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avareza&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;(É o apego excessivo e descontrolado pelos bens materiais e pelo dinheiro, cobiça, ganância. Avareza opõe-se à &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;virtude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; da &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;generosidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;. )&lt;/em&gt; Sim droga já fui avazenta muitas vezes, já fiquei doida por um sapato muito caro ou uma bolsa de marca em vez de tentar ajudar os outros, preferir gastar com coisas materias, e o pior ainda sou, não resisto há uma bolsa nova, não resisto há uma nota alta na minha mão. ;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Luxuria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; como diz a Copélia &lt;em&gt;melhor não comentar&lt;/em&gt; xD &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HOAHOSHOAHSOS'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(segundo a doutrina católica, , no caso da luxúria há diversas ramificações como, por exemplo, a prostituição, sodomia, pornografia, incesto, masturbação, pedofilia, zoofilia ou bestialismo, fetichismo, sadismo, desvios sexuais, e tantos outros pecados relacionados com a carne.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Inveja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ohhh inveja de cada dia, essa eu admito já tive de pouquinho como: “ droga me matei estudando e levei um cinco e aquela menina que não estudou nada levou um 9, mas que inveja ;X Mas tambem&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tenho uma SUPER inveja daquela tal de Kristen Stewart que pode ficar pertinho do amado Rob Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e eu não posso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Gula,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nem me fale sobre isso por causa dessa maldita gula agora estou de dieta e pior não resisto a um brigadeiro por isso nem me mostre bolo de chocolate se não lá se vai a dieta e lá vem esse maldito pecado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ira,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;quem me conhece sabe que tambem sofro desse mal de vez enquando, mas digue lá quem nunca ficou realmente puto com alguem ou com alguma coisa, &lt;em&gt;mas vamos tentarar maneirar a nossa ira&lt;/em&gt;. ;~ &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viva a Paz e o Amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Preguiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;(caracterizado pela pessoa que vive em estado de falta de capricho, de esmero, de empenho, em negligência, desleixo, morosidade, lentidão e moleza, de causa orgânica ou psíquica, que a leva à inatividade acentuada.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HOHOSAHOSAHSAOH' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Se perguntasse pra minha Vó se tenho preguiça ela diria: Ohhh tem sim e as vezes até demais.&lt;br /&gt;Não sou sempre logico, mas tem dias que nem vontade de levantar da cama eu tenho, muito menos ir arrumar meu quarto, ou fazer dever de casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É gente são pecados capitais, mas estão no nossa dia-dia. Lembre sempre de se confessar ou orar pedindo perdão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beeijinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;paratodos.e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;volte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.com.br :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-8974830696145679187?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/8974830696145679187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=8974830696145679187&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8974830696145679187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8974830696145679187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/03/quem-nunca-pecou-666.html' title='Quem nunca pecou? 666&apos;'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-7591806125517438517</id><published>2009-03-08T15:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:14:17.710-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'>Nós mulheres somos foda!</title><content type='html'>Não broxamos.Não ficamos carecas. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Temos um dia internacional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Podemos sentar de pernas cruzadas, porque não dói. Podemos usar tanto rosa quanto azul. Temos prioridades em boates ou em qualquer outro lugar. A idade não atrapalha no nosso desempenho sexual. Se somos traídas somos vítimas, se traímos eles são cornos. Sempre sabemos que o filho é nosso. Não pagamos a conta, no máximo rachamos. Podemos dormir com uma amiga sem sermos chamadas de lésbicas. Mulher de embaixador é embaixatriz, homem de embaixatriz não é nada. Nós saímos pra curtir e não pra pegar, isso é só uma conseqüência. E por último: &lt;strong&gt;fazemos tudo que um homem pode fazer só que com um detalhe: De Salto Alto!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310881683655784898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 20px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 20px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SbQKwMZuecI/AAAAAAAAAYc/QU51MROdZow/s400/msgplusimg0534ng0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feliz Dia Das Mulheres para vocês blogueiras, nós merecemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ps: Desculpe os homens que comentam aqui, mas nossa gente nos somos sim tudo isso e mais um pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-7591806125517438517?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/7591806125517438517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=7591806125517438517&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/7591806125517438517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/7591806125517438517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/03/nos-mulheres-somos-foda.html' title='Nós mulheres somos foda!'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SbQKwMZuecI/AAAAAAAAAYc/QU51MROdZow/s72-c/msgplusimg0534ng0.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-5871461044497957721</id><published>2009-03-05T21:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.288-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>A desição dos nossos atos influencia na vida de outras pessoas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SaXzgxvOIBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/G0mtVMAZSEk/s1600-h/balancee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306915480358756370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SaXzgxvOIBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/G0mtVMAZSEk/s400/balancee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pergunta altamente filosófica. Passei alguns dias pensando, acredito que sim, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tudo o que fazemos tem um significado, até os atos mais insignificantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do cotidiano significa algo. Exemplo disso aconteceu no massacre de Virginia Tech em 16 de abril de 2007, um simples ‘Oi, como vai?’de uma ou duas pessoas poderia ter mudado tudo, teria salvado a vida de 32 estudantes do sul-coreano Cho Seung-Hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muitas vezes chegamos a descobrir o significado de que nos levou a fazer ‘aquilo’, outras vezes não chegamos nem perto&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; E é nisso que se resume nossa vida, em atos, pode ser o ato que for, mas antes de fazê-lo apenas pare um pouco para pensar.&lt;/strong&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;“O bater de asas de uma borboleta pode causar um tufão&lt;br /&gt;do outro lado do mundo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;– filme: Efeito Borboleta.&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;em&gt;“Filosofia é a tentativa recorrente de trazer toda a realidade da existência para dentro do espaço da reflexão, para viver na sua plenitude.”&lt;/em&gt; – Confissões de um filósofo.&lt;br /&gt;(Bryan Magee)&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;br /&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/4671014609964605709-5871461044497957721?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5871461044497957721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=5871461044497957721&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5871461044497957721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5871461044497957721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/02/desicao-dos-nossos-atos-influencia-na.html' title='A desição dos nossos atos influencia na vida de outras pessoas?'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SaXzgxvOIBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/G0mtVMAZSEk/s72-c/balancee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-6286783453110636249</id><published>2009-03-03T17:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:26:34.452-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Sa2RpESf60I/AAAAAAAAAX0/-UcsJ3z9QNY/s1600-h/aoi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309059670451678018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Sa2RpESf60I/AAAAAAAAAX0/-UcsJ3z9QNY/s320/aoi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"A verdade é que o nosso país tem tudo para ir para frente, só basta agir, basta querer!&lt;br /&gt;Se cada um fizesse a sua parte sem pensar se o outro está fazendo ou não…&lt;br /&gt;Se cada um acreditar em si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Se cada um respeitar as diferenças sociais, respeitar o outro&lt;br /&gt;Se cada um respeitar a arte&lt;br /&gt;Se cada um lutar por algo melhor&lt;br /&gt;Se todos estivessem juntos atrás de um objetivo nobre estariamos desenvolvidos!&lt;br /&gt;Basta acreditar! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jéssica Trabuco)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-6286783453110636249?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/6286783453110636249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=6286783453110636249&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/6286783453110636249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/6286783453110636249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/03/verdade-e-que-o-nosso-pais-tem-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/Sa2RpESf60I/AAAAAAAAAX0/-UcsJ3z9QNY/s72-c/aoi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-6991517125841781562</id><published>2009-03-01T17:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.289-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>Sofremos do mesmo veneno.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SarrJMWac-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/85bdVYf5nQY/s1600-h/ATgAAAD5vFjhoo9hly6Dqey47cLPniw6Hqencl6PeIJSkotP3nbtPvJVmtG8CyNq2VyzWNqeDnX5Bf7czykY8xPGjpdnAJtU9VBu4iAqqHdJyuXyWYSRZoU8ZJGRJw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308313653976134626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SarrJMWac-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/85bdVYf5nQY/s200/ATgAAAD5vFjhoo9hly6Dqey47cLPniw6Hqencl6PeIJSkotP3nbtPvJVmtG8CyNq2VyzWNqeDnX5Bf7czykY8xPGjpdnAJtU9VBu4iAqqHdJyuXyWYSRZoU8ZJGRJw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por você descobri que sofre também;&lt;br /&gt;Duas almas sofrendo pelo mesmo motivo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Duas almas ligadas por um sofrimento;&lt;br /&gt;A única diferença é que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sofro por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, E &lt;strong&gt;você sofre por outra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podíamos não sofrer;&lt;br /&gt;E quem sabe &lt;strong&gt;viver um lindo dia ensolarado&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não seria tão fácil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não seria &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tão intenso, se não houvesse dor&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SarrJryfrzI/AAAAAAAAAXs/It1XFFaas8Q/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308313662415417138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 48px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SarrJryfrzI/AAAAAAAAAXs/It1XFFaas8Q/s200/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ps: o texto não tem nada relacionado com a foto.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/4671014609964605709-6991517125841781562?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/6991517125841781562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=6991517125841781562&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/6991517125841781562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/6991517125841781562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/03/sofremos-do-mesmo-veneno.html' title='Sofremos do mesmo veneno.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SarrJMWac-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/85bdVYf5nQY/s72-c/ATgAAAD5vFjhoo9hly6Dqey47cLPniw6Hqencl6PeIJSkotP3nbtPvJVmtG8CyNq2VyzWNqeDnX5Bf7czykY8xPGjpdnAJtU9VBu4iAqqHdJyuXyWYSRZoU8ZJGRJw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-2046749163439513138</id><published>2009-02-26T15:16:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.289-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>O Reencontro de um amor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SabjAx7j-kI/AAAAAAAAAUo/nVRP-KiZ8Mk/s1600-h/ATgAAACsrXW4WGNN08Y7XZa1Zf1JJblgLPjE_6hKOZVpU82Tx1QrtjOW2aH4MNX777KP799SXMcps1_vHj401JF5p2m9AJtU9VCuuwEAl5UCi19atWNAgYtBmNxsBQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307178813445372482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SabjAx7j-kI/AAAAAAAAAUo/nVRP-KiZ8Mk/s400/ATgAAACsrXW4WGNN08Y7XZa1Zf1JJblgLPjE_6hKOZVpU82Tx1QrtjOW2aH4MNX777KP799SXMcps1_vHj401JF5p2m9AJtU9VCuuwEAl5UCi19atWNAgYtBmNxsBQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todo mundo tem ‘aquele’ primeiro amor, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;o que não se esquece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, o que muitas vezes não acaba apenas se desfaz...&lt;br /&gt;Meu primeiro amor nunca começou realmente, quer dizer começou apenas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;em meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, era um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;tipo de amor inocente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; eu nem sabia realmente o que era amor, não queria namorar nem casar, &lt;strong&gt;o que me importava era vê-lo e saber que ele estava bem&lt;/strong&gt;. Meu primeiro amor foi &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;meu melhor amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, ele sempre tava lá, era &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;meigo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;engraçado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;inocente&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meio lerdo e até tapadinho diante dos outros garotos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu me lembro que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nossa amizade foi tão forte quanto um amor de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, por conseqüência da distancia, nos separamos, e pra quem pensa que teve beijo, declarações ou até despedida está enganado, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;foi apenas um simples Tchau e mais um daqueles sorrisos que ele sempre me lançava quando ia embora&lt;/span&gt;. O primeiro ano passou sem telefonemas, sem internet, sem vê-lo, fiz novas amizades mas não pense que esqueci dele, sempre falei dele. O segundo ano se passou fui me lembrando menos, e assim se foi...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sete anos se passaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem por uma incrível coincidência sai para ir na casa de uma amiga minha que não visitava há muito tempo, passei na frente daquela casa bonita que antigamente morava avó dele, mas pensei comigo &lt;em&gt;“Ela não deve morar mais ai, do mesmo jeito que ele se mudou da antiga casa dele”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando estava voltando pra casa com minha amiga do lado, por uma reação normal olhei para o pátio da casa, e olha a minha surpresa quem estava lá,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ELE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sentado olhando a rua, foi bem rápido para quem estava em outro ângulo vendo, mas pra mim foi como se fosse em câmera lenta, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;meus olhos se arregalaram para poder enxergar melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meu coração disparo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;minha mão começou a suar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, agora quando me lembro nem sei como meus pés continuaram andando, fiquei eufórica queria muito voltar e falar com ele mas minha amiga apelou para meu bom senso e resolvi voltar pra casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora meio que arrependi seria muito melhor ter dado uma de louca, uma de idiota e ter ficado mais alguns minutos só olhando pra ele, não ligaria muito se ele não se lembrasse de mim de imediato o que eu queria era &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ter uma lembrança mais concreta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, mais nova de como ele estava. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É o primeiro amor &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;não se esquece&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307179065992894210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 48px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SabjPevlVwI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Dsct8f4M3_4/s400/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps: O texto não tem nenhum relacionamento com a imagem.&lt;/em&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/4671014609964605709-2046749163439513138?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/2046749163439513138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=2046749163439513138&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/2046749163439513138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/2046749163439513138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-reencontro-de-um-amor.html' title='O Reencontro de um amor.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SabjAx7j-kI/AAAAAAAAAUo/nVRP-KiZ8Mk/s72-c/ATgAAACsrXW4WGNN08Y7XZa1Zf1JJblgLPjE_6hKOZVpU82Tx1QrtjOW2aH4MNX777KP799SXMcps1_vHj401JF5p2m9AJtU9VCuuwEAl5UCi19atWNAgYtBmNxsBQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-3548622515628083613</id><published>2009-02-24T23:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:01:11.396-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trilha sonora'/><title type='text'>Quem Sabe - LOS HERMANOS ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SZ13XwIVY0I/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZPMkwFfgjp0/s1600-h/1201047805_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304527186052866882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SZ13XwIVY0I/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZPMkwFfgjp0/s400/1201047805_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SZ13JMIxkQI/AAAAAAAAARs/gBRAttfNkJw/s1600-h/1201047805_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem sabe o que é ter e perder alguém?&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe o que é ter e perder alguém?&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe o que é ter e perder alguém?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sente a dor que eu senti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem sabe o que é ver &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quem se quer partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não ter pra onde ir&lt;br /&gt;Faz tanta falta o teu amor...&lt;br /&gt;Te esperar...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei viver&lt;br /&gt;Sem te ter não dá mais pra ser...&lt;br /&gt;Assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quem sabe o que é ter sem querer pra si?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Não quer ver outro em mim&lt;br /&gt;Não fala do que eu deveria ser&lt;br /&gt;Pra ser alguém mais feliz&lt;br /&gt;Faz tanta falta o teu amor te esperar&lt;br /&gt;Não sei viver sem te ter não dá mais pra ser assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-3548622515628083613?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/3548622515628083613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=3548622515628083613&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/3548622515628083613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/3548622515628083613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/02/quem-sabe-los-hermanos.html' title='Quem Sabe - LOS HERMANOS ♥'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SZ13XwIVY0I/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZPMkwFfgjp0/s72-c/1201047805_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-6669250624982309890</id><published>2009-02-22T16:40:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.289-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>- Então você voltou a gostar dele? – C.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SaGru_EGHGI/AAAAAAAAAR8/75XVZt17nE0/s1600-h/ATgAAAAv6_zYTsG_Si3jVY35HgPQS9YmzY4x1kwqZbg9ykQvaMnrbqVGSo-JlQ8Uw3wx_VXPjf-_1ZDZSQsi9R0u80nZAJtU9VBedRWuE_GJTSy_KYYXfGGaBUhunQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305710659710098530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SaGru_EGHGI/AAAAAAAAAR8/75XVZt17nE0/s400/ATgAAAAv6_zYTsG_Si3jVY35HgPQS9YmzY4x1kwqZbg9ykQvaMnrbqVGSo-JlQ8Uw3wx_VXPjf-_1ZDZSQsi9R0u80nZAJtU9VBedRWuE_GJTSy_KYYXfGGaBUhunQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Se for pra você se afastar que seja pra sempre porque se quiser voltar não sei se vou agüentar&lt;/em&gt;. – &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;li para ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-É disse que estou falando&lt;/strong&gt; – ela me interrompe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Então você voltou a gostar dele?&lt;/em&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; NÃO! Mas admito fiquei balançada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Porque?&lt;/em&gt; – &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Eu o amei durante muito tempo, pensei que o tinha esquecido, mas agora que ela voltou percebir que um amor assim não acaba de uma hora para outra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Quando o amor é verdadeiro, ela não acaba quando queremos, não se vai sem deixar marcas, nós apenas o recolhemos...&lt;/em&gt; – &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Você sempre tem um verso pra tudo, até para falar sobre o meu amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Que tipo é esse de amor?&lt;/em&gt; – &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- O tipo altruísta, o que se ama sem pedir nada em troca, o que se ama por completo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Não você está falando do pior dos amores, você está falando do amor não correspondido&lt;/em&gt; – &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- É eu sei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Seria melhor você tentar esquecê-lo novamente&lt;/em&gt; – &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Um amor verdadeiro nunca acaba...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Mas ele pode acabar com suas vitimas&lt;/em&gt; – &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305783907004339506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 48px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SaHuWif6VTI/AAAAAAAAASE/HLM7ujEK59o/s200/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Obg: A foto de Gossip Girl não tem nada haver com o texto, esse texto eu tirei de uma conversa minha com uma amiga.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Beeeijos;* &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/4671014609964605709-6669250624982309890?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/6669250624982309890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=6669250624982309890&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/6669250624982309890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/6669250624982309890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/02/entao-voce-voltou-gostar-dele-c.html' title='- Então você voltou a gostar dele? – C.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SaGru_EGHGI/AAAAAAAAAR8/75XVZt17nE0/s72-c/ATgAAAAv6_zYTsG_Si3jVY35HgPQS9YmzY4x1kwqZbg9ykQvaMnrbqVGSo-JlQ8Uw3wx_VXPjf-_1ZDZSQsi9R0u80nZAJtU9VBedRWuE_GJTSy_KYYXfGGaBUhunQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-2313051368099941105</id><published>2009-02-17T20:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.289-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>Não deixe o momento certo escapar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SZtHLNwLdeI/AAAAAAAAARc/xPLEgc8azWc/s1600-h/droga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303911244154762722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SZtHLNwLdeI/AAAAAAAAARc/xPLEgc8azWc/s200/droga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tão ruim quanto perder alguém, é perder o momento certo, aquele que você espera tanto tempo, treina diferentes modos de lidar com ele e quando você se depara percebe que você ainda não estava preparada.&lt;br /&gt;Esta preparada é uma grande forma de demonstrar sua competência de amadurecimento, no entanto não está preparada não significa incompetência total em relação a ele e sim que ainda está construindo.&lt;br /&gt;Se o momento chegar enquanto você não estiver preparada, sua construção será bem mais forte e elaborada do que outras que construíram tudo muito rápido sem nenhuma pilar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303911241090025154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 48px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SZtHLCVfRsI/AAAAAAAAARk/JVu7cR5ItSc/s200/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“You can’t lose what you never had”&lt;br /&gt;                         - Você não pode perder o que nunca teve – Como perder um homem em 10 dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4671014609964605709-2313051368099941105?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/2313051368099941105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=2313051368099941105&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/2313051368099941105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/2313051368099941105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/02/nao-deixe-o-momento-certo-escapar.html' title='Não deixe o momento certo escapar.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SZtHLNwLdeI/AAAAAAAAARc/xPLEgc8azWc/s72-c/droga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-588706046545904310</id><published>2009-02-08T22:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:23:51.210-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'>Do livro : E não é que era amor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SY-FHNcIDYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fqW1PjRAVis/s1600-h/tristao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300601645351570818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SY-FHNcIDYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fqW1PjRAVis/s400/tristao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                         &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;                                         Cartaz do filme :&lt;strong&gt; Tristão e Isolda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"Ao chegar à porta, virou-se e olhou para Flora. Ela parecia estar esperando por isso. Ficaram um bom tempo se olhando e pela primeira vez ela conseguiu transmitir-lhe por telepatia, as palavras que estavam em seu pensamento: "Me leva com você". Ele leu sua mente, mas acreditou não haver conseguido. Devolveu a ela outra mensagem "Se você me ama, sorria". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ficou um bom tempo aguardando uma reação por parte dela e, quando não acreditava mais numa resposta, começou a surgir naqueles lábios o mais belo de todos os sorrisos. Ele sorriu também, virou as costas e partiu. Mal sabiam eles, que aqueles seriam o último olhar e o último sorriso."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                                              E não é que era amor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;                                                                                                                      Roberto Wallace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ps: Livro dá minha amiga&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ivysaliba.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ivy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Laura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/4671014609964605709-588706046545904310?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/588706046545904310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=588706046545904310&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/588706046545904310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/588706046545904310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-livro-e-nao-e-que-era-amor.html' title='Do livro : E não é que era amor!'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SY-FHNcIDYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fqW1PjRAVis/s72-c/tristao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-7634936425303293714</id><published>2009-02-06T18:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T18:35:04.594-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'>Sonhos, todos têm o seu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SYys1aeXu3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/v5Wqb4SWpU0/s1600-h/599987y08m56s051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299800895147981682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SYys1aeXu3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/v5Wqb4SWpU0/s200/599987y08m56s051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Alguns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; bons,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;alguns&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ruins&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;alguns que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;você desejaria esquecer&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Algumas vezes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;percebe que os superou&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Algumas vezes sente que estão finalmente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tornando realidade&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E alguns de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; nós... só tem pesadelos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mas não importa o que sonhe quando a manhã chega, a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;realidade se intromete&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sonho começa a escapar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sonhe comigo.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Episódio 06: New Haven Can Wait - 2° temporada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&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/4671014609964605709-7634936425303293714?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/7634936425303293714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=7634936425303293714&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/7634936425303293714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/7634936425303293714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/02/sonhos-todos-tem-o-seu.html' title='Sonhos, todos têm o seu.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SYys1aeXu3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/v5Wqb4SWpU0/s72-c/599987y08m56s051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-5013870380931309447</id><published>2009-02-03T19:53:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.290-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>QueHoRôr .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SYjM4XFGqhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/uUDkBqn8GDA/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tuloggg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298710230241552914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SYjM4XFGqhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/uUDkBqn8GDA/s200/sem+t%C3%ADtuloggg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;covinhas&lt;/span&gt; marcavam o&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; sorriso mais sincero&lt;/span&gt; e discreto.&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;riso&lt;/span&gt; ou na &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;vergonha&lt;/span&gt; do claro rosado suas buchechas passava para o avermelhado,&lt;br /&gt;da mesma &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cor que seus lábios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sempre tão discreto e concentrado.&lt;br /&gt;Um certo &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;‘quê’ nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;, ninguém podia tentar entrar pra ver.&lt;br /&gt;Como um ladrão invadiu meu &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como numa prisão, entrou nos meus sonhos e jamais conseguiu sair. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Aquela Tal de Brito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps: Um ex ex ex ex coisa platonico meu e da Ivy hsaosahusasauosahasu.&lt;/strong&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/4671014609964605709-5013870380931309447?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5013870380931309447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=5013870380931309447&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5013870380931309447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5013870380931309447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/02/quehoror.html' title='QueHoRôr .'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SYjM4XFGqhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/uUDkBqn8GDA/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtuloggg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-2458054340069183187</id><published>2009-01-23T12:42:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.290-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>' o pra sempre, sempre acaba '</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem nunca jurou que o seu amor, seu ódio, sua virtude, até uma amizade seria pra sempre?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aprendir com a vida e ouvir na voz de &lt;strong&gt;Cássia Eller&lt;/strong&gt; que &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o pra sempre não exite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Se nós não eternos como podemos jurar algo que não está em nossas mãos?!?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SXnoTAVExkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/AxOD0EyNNRY/s1600-h/amigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294518250154280514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SXnoTAVExkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/AxOD0EyNNRY/s200/amigos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Vincius,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Vanessa,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ivy,&lt;/span&gt; Camila(eu), &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Taiza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SXnpOp2gfOI/AAAAAAAAAPA/BTO8z1jOfr8/s1600-h/1184157304_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294519274912644322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SXnpOp2gfOI/AAAAAAAAAPA/BTO8z1jOfr8/s200/1184157304_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu, &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tiaguinho&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lassance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SXnpPYpbLzI/AAAAAAAAAPY/c83qOZCFMcg/s1600-h/Imagem005+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;     &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SXnpO3CiVsI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/YZ2BeZLazlo/s1600-h/P4270298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294519278452758210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SXnpO3CiVsI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/YZ2BeZLazlo/s200/P4270298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Ivy,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ruan &lt;/span&gt;e Eu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SXnpOjcHTnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hyg-04LbUF8/s1600-h/081110_083600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294519273191329394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SXnpOjcHTnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hyg-04LbUF8/s200/081110_083600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;                            &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SXnpOjcHTnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hyg-04LbUF8/s1600-h/081110_083600.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  Thamires,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jéssica&lt;/span&gt; e Eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SXnpOjcHTnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hyg-04LbUF8/s1600-h/081110_083600.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mesmo eu querendo que minha amizade com essas pessoas dure para sempre, sei que nossos destinos nem todos estão cruzados, e que a vida nos leva a fazer coisas que não queremos.&lt;/span&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                                                                      [Se lembra quando a gente chegou um dia a acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                                                                       Que tudo era pra sempre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sem saber, que o pra sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                     Sempre acaba...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294527771889210050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 48px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SXnw9PjlksI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Jcid52Sq4q8/s200/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4671014609964605709-2458054340069183187?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/2458054340069183187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=2458054340069183187&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/2458054340069183187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/2458054340069183187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-pra-sempre-sempre-acaba.html' title='&apos; o pra sempre, sempre acaba &apos;'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SXnoTAVExkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/AxOD0EyNNRY/s72-c/amigos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-8670494500668012529</id><published>2009-01-20T12:58:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.290-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>ELE’s sempre planejam os mínimos detalhes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não se deixe iludir por meras palavras bem elaboradas.&lt;br /&gt;Não se deixe iludir por aquele meio sorriso, que nasce lentamente no canto esquerdo da boca e quando termina de crescer se torna altamente sedutor, nem pelo hálito refrescante.&lt;br /&gt;Não se deixe iludir por aquele jeito dele de se aproximar como se fosse um bichano preguiçoso, ou por aquele perfume que te embriaga até te deixar tonta.&lt;br /&gt;Não se deixe iludir quando ele lhe disser aquelas 3 palavrinhas com 7 letras que fará seu coração acelerar, lembre que essas palavras são fáceis de serem ditas, mas difíceis de serem verdadeiras.&lt;br /&gt;Não se deixe iludir por ‘ELE’&lt;br /&gt;, porque eles sempre sabem o que estão fazendo, até quando eles parecem descontrolados estão fingindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Claro toda regra tem sua exceção.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SXaHvmvPU1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/l-nrAQKbfGc/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293567663942882130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 48px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SXaHvmvPU1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/l-nrAQKbfGc/s200/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293407671064961506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SXX2Oy0noeI/AAAAAAAAAOE/6lvhaN8rW6I/s320/chuck2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Flagrado: Chuck Bass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perdendo algo que ninguém imaginava que ele tinha...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Episódio 10: Hi, Society - 1° temporada)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[...] Mulher, irmã, escuta-me: Não AMES,&lt;br /&gt;Quando a teus pés um homem terno e curvo jurar amor,&lt;br /&gt;Chorar pranto de sangue,&lt;br /&gt;Não creias, não, mulher; ele te engana!&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas são gotas da mentira,&lt;br /&gt;E o juramento manto da *perfídia. – Joaquim Manuel de Marcedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Perfídia: traição, mentira, deslealdade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-8670494500668012529?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/8670494500668012529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=8670494500668012529&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8670494500668012529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8670494500668012529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/01/eles-sempre-planejam-os-mnimos-detalhes.html' title='ELE’s sempre planejam os mínimos detalhes.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SXaHvmvPU1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/l-nrAQKbfGc/s72-c/10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-4847061160986713425</id><published>2009-01-14T18:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.290-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>Imaginação, pura imaginação.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SW5HDjsf2tI/AAAAAAAAANY/B552FopzaZ4/s1600-h/1222471647412_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291244738653969106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SW5HDjsf2tI/AAAAAAAAANY/B552FopzaZ4/s320/1222471647412_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto Falta de coisas que nunca vivir, sinto falta de ser abraçada,e até de receber cartas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha amiga me pergunta: 'como pode sentir falta de algo que nem mesmo sabe se existe?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não preciso ter certeza, mas tenho fé.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vezes fico em pé olhando pela minha janela no décimo andar, as pessoas passarem, os carros parados, o sol desaparecer e a lua aparecer, fecho meus olhos e penso comigo ' quanto tempo vou ainda esperar a noite chegar?' .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te imagino de um jeito que as vezes creio que já te conheço, as vezes chego até conversar com você, e você sempre diz o que eu quero ouvir.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SW5Hx_ugqaI/AAAAAAAAANg/0TaMTMOaCQA/s1600-h/diario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291245536452585890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SW5Hx_ugqaI/AAAAAAAAANg/0TaMTMOaCQA/s200/diario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diarinho Daquela Tal de Brito:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nossa ultimamente tudo mudou, minha madrinha e minha prima se mudaram e ando sentindo muita falta delas, minha casa esta a maior loucura, e ainda tenho que suportar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;pessoa super desagradavel que as vezes me tira do sério. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hoje me escrevir na academia, demorei mas escrevir, o ruim foi a na hora da avaliação fisica, pow fui totalmente confiante achado que uma mulher iria me avaliar quando vejo um rapaz, e pior super gatinho, nossa deu vontade de marcar pra outro dia com uma mulher mas fiquei com vergonha de dizer na cara dele então fiz a avaliação normal mas bem desconfortavel. Obrigada há todos que leem meu blog ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4671014609964605709-4847061160986713425?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/4847061160986713425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=4847061160986713425&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/4847061160986713425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/4847061160986713425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2008/12/imaginao-pura-imaginao.html' title='Imaginação, pura imaginação.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SW5HDjsf2tI/AAAAAAAAANY/B552FopzaZ4/s72-c/1222471647412_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-6514102737017493500</id><published>2009-01-02T16:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.291-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>Para 2009 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SV_NwvJe64I/AAAAAAAAANA/abozeWVoVjU/s1600-h/pppink51024x768fj5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SV_NwvJe64I/AAAAAAAAANA/abozeWVoVjU/s200/pppink51024x768fj5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287170724729908098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; em 2009 deixe o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;mundo mais pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estudar, estudar mais, passar no vestibular.&lt;br /&gt;Ajudar, trabalhar, arrumar um emprego.&lt;br /&gt;Comer bem, fazer ginastica, emagrecer.&lt;br /&gt;Aprender a dizer não ou a dizer sim.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir, dá gargalhadas, me divertir.&lt;br /&gt;Ter sorte, procurar a sorte, ter fé.&lt;br /&gt;Procurar um Romeu, ou ser encontrada por um.&lt;br /&gt;Plantar, regar, plantar novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Economizar e reciclar.&lt;br /&gt;Não importa quantas coisas eu quero mudar o qu importa é tentar melhorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E que em 2009 venha replato de&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; PAZ, SOLIDARIEDADE&lt;/span&gt; e&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; AMOR&lt;/span&gt; para todo mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-6514102737017493500?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/6514102737017493500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=6514102737017493500&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/6514102737017493500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/6514102737017493500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2009/01/para-2009.html' title='Para 2009 ...'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SV_NwvJe64I/AAAAAAAAANA/abozeWVoVjU/s72-c/pppink51024x768fj5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-2242131131144571740</id><published>2008-12-26T20:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:35:50.994-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SVVmcxsD0SI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Vt0BlJ0PFCo/s1600-h/ATcAAAAUeFIIccNqNsLdisZjDNkb3LRZrGzGcubI1pEYVWCAeCW-yiHcsUUlHds686-ssrS4e8ywcXeCI5QxuyqBYFBtAJtU9VCtMWedi938tYB_eu8VM2VVw_gPGw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284242382349652258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 244px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SVVmcxsD0SI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Vt0BlJ0PFCo/s320/ATcAAAAUeFIIccNqNsLdisZjDNkb3LRZrGzGcubI1pEYVWCAeCW-yiHcsUUlHds686-ssrS4e8ywcXeCI5QxuyqBYFBtAJtU9VCtMWedi938tYB_eu8VM2VVw_gPGw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"E então o &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;leão se apaixona pelo cordeiro&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt; ele murmurou. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu escondí meus olhos pra não mostrar o quanto eles haviam ficado felizes com a palavra.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Que cordeiro idiota"&lt;/span&gt;, eu suspirei.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Que leão doentio e masoquista"&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,Twilight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl  Eps: "O Brother, Where Bart Thou?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SVfeISXUKaI/AAAAAAAAAME/KHZddaLd0J4/s1600-h/blair-and-nate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SVfeISXUKaI/AAAAAAAAAME/KHZddaLd0J4/s200/blair-and-nate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284936921692514722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Desculpe por tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Você merece algo melhor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Não me procure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                     Chuck"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4671014609964605709-2242131131144571740?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/2242131131144571740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=2242131131144571740&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/2242131131144571740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/2242131131144571740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-ento-o-leo-se-apaixona-pelo-cordeiro.html' title=''/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SVVmcxsD0SI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Vt0BlJ0PFCo/s72-c/ATcAAAAUeFIIccNqNsLdisZjDNkb3LRZrGzGcubI1pEYVWCAeCW-yiHcsUUlHds686-ssrS4e8ywcXeCI5QxuyqBYFBtAJtU9VCtMWedi938tYB_eu8VM2VVw_gPGw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-5837020291067604590</id><published>2008-12-18T16:28:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.291-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>Levar um fora... completamente normal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SU7UNBfOjEI/AAAAAAAAALs/C7R-wGN27FA/s1600-h/308_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282392733154970690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SU7UNBfOjEI/AAAAAAAAALs/C7R-wGN27FA/s320/308_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Sei que não é facil, muitas vezes dói&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;mas definitivamente não é o fim do mundo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Um dia desse estava sentada numa lanchonete com umas amigas perto de uma mesa com uma garota chorando, pra falar a verdade ela estava&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;berrando&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;na minha mesa ficamos curiosas pra descobrir porque &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tanto choro&lt;/span&gt;, quando ouvimos que ela estava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;berrando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;porque o garoto que ela gostava havia dito que gostava de outra. Só ai eu já &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;achei um dram&lt;/span&gt;a, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'ela levou um fora e está desse jeito?'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;foi quando ela começou a dizer que o que ela estava sentindo era pior dor da vida dela, que ela nunca mais iria gostar de ninguém e blá, blá, blá, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;agora adivinha quantos anos ela tem&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 anos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Nossa eu fiquei até assustada de uma garota de 12 anos dizer aquelas coisas, nos meus 12 anos tudo o que eu queria era não tirar nota vermelha se não iria levar muita bronca, queria jogar volei com as minhas amigas depois das aulas, não cair na frente de todo mundo do colegio enquanto corria atraz dos garotos pra bater neles com meu estojo, claro tinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; o amor platônico, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Hugo ♥ , garoto mais velho e popular)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simplismente maravilhoso, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;mas eu morria de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;vergonha até de passar ao lado dele, eu me satifazia em apenas olhar de longe, as vezes de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;bem longe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; Ouvindo aquele drama todo me deu vontade de dizer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Você não foi a 1ª garota nem a ultima há levar um fora de um garoto, e pode ter certeza que mesmo você sendo lindissima esse fora não vai ser o ultimo. Então para de drama por um garoto, enquanto tem um monte lá fora só esperando pra cruzar com você, droga você é só uma menina, e pode ter certeza que&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; existe dor pior no mundo do que levar um fora&lt;/span&gt;! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;As vezes sou antiquada sim, mas uma garota de 12 anos dizer que não exite dor pior que levar um fora e que vai desistir de tudo, pra eu é um completo absurdo, e egoismo, todo dia milhares de crinaças morrem de fome e frio, pessoas honestas são mortas por besteira, outras pessoas sofrem por que perderam pessoas importantes, e principalmente porque o mundo de amanhã está nas mãos de garotas assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[*]Beyoncé - If I were a Boy  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-5837020291067604590?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5837020291067604590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=5837020291067604590&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5837020291067604590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5837020291067604590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2008/12/levar-um-fora-completamente-normal.html' title='Levar um fora... completamente normal.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SU7UNBfOjEI/AAAAAAAAALs/C7R-wGN27FA/s72-c/308_010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-3307835727915742534</id><published>2008-12-10T16:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.291-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'>Uma musica que faz parte do meu filme 'Complicada vida daquela tal de Brito '</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SUAaPiiII7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/-K_FPsOScIc/s1600-h/DSC00237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278247617548526514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SUAaPiiII7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/-K_FPsOScIc/s320/DSC00237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;''Como pode ser gostar de alguém&lt;br /&gt;E esse tal alguém não ser seu&lt;br /&gt;Fico desejando nós gastando o mar&lt;br /&gt;Pôr do Sol, postal, mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Peço tanto a Deus&lt;br /&gt;Para esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Mas só de pedir me lembro&lt;br /&gt;Minha linda flor&lt;br /&gt;Meu jasmim será&lt;br /&gt;Meus melhores beijos serão seus&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que você é ligado a mim&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que estou indo, volto atrás&lt;br /&gt;Estou entregue a ponto de estar sempre só&lt;br /&gt;Esperando um sim ou nunca mais.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Amado&lt;br /&gt;(Vanessa Da Mata)&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/4671014609964605709-3307835727915742534?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/3307835727915742534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=3307835727915742534&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/3307835727915742534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/3307835727915742534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2008/12/uma-musica-que-faz-parte-do-meu-filme.html' title='Uma musica que faz parte do meu filme &apos;Complicada vida daquela tal de Brito &apos;'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SUAaPiiII7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/-K_FPsOScIc/s72-c/DSC00237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-704639831752593430</id><published>2008-12-02T13:01:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:04:55.496-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'>' Como o tempo passou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; , e tudo mudou {...} o rouge virou blush, o pó-de-αrroz virou pó-compαcto, o brilho virou gloss, α perucα virou αplique, interlαce, megαhαir, αlongamento, α escovα virou chαpinhα, problemαs de moçα virαrαm TPM, confete virou MM, α crise de nervos virou estresse, α purpurinα virou gliter, α tαngα virou fio dentαl, Ping-Pong virou Bαbαloo, α tristezα, depressão, o espαguete virou miojo pronto, α pαquerα virou pegαção, o que erα prαçα virou shopping, α cαnetα virou teclαdo, o long plαy virou CD, α fitα de vídeo é DVD, o CD jα é MP3, nαmoro αgorα é virtuαl, α cαntαdα virou torpedo, o sαmbα virou pαgode, políciα e lαdrão virou counter strike, Lobαto virou Pαulo Coelho, α bαlα αntes encontrαdα αgorα é perdidα, α mαconhα é cαlmαnte, αs lições jα não importαm mαis, α guerrα superou α pαz e α sociedαde ficou incαpαz.. de tudo, inclusive de notαr essαs diferençαs.! '&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/STnAiuCCFLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iC_mu4Rzk38/s1600-h/eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276460141145887922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/STnAiuCCFLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iC_mu4Rzk38/s320/eu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/STnAsnZ6wQI/AAAAAAAAAKk/197xUTPMzfw/s1600-h/PA060523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276460311165714690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/STnAsnZ6wQI/AAAAAAAAAKk/197xUTPMzfw/s320/PA060523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/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&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;''É concerteza tudo mudou, porque não muda o que eu tanto quero?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-704639831752593430?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/704639831752593430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=704639831752593430&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/704639831752593430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/704639831752593430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2008/12/como-o-tempo-passou.html' title='&apos; Como o tempo passou...'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/STnAiuCCFLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iC_mu4Rzk38/s72-c/eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-5612380874802798048</id><published>2008-12-02T12:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.291-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>Medo da solidão.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/STVQTHcZjhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/x8-NFYM0S4I/s1600-h/PA060524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275210827880304146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/STVQTHcZjhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/x8-NFYM0S4I/s320/PA060524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenho medo de um dia abrir meus olhos, olhar para os lados e não ver ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ninguém para me apoiar ou me segurar antes de cair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ninguém para me ensinar ou aprender comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não ter alguém para me ouvir ou niguém para eu ouvir, para me ver rir, para me ver chorar, ou para rir e chorar comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não ter um daqueles alguém que mesmo sem dizer nada, num simples olhar ele vai te confirmar que sempre vai está do seu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenho medo de chegar em casa e não ter ninguém para dizer bom dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Medo de dormir e acordar sem ninguém para dizer bom dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Medo de esta no meio da multidão e não conseguir enxergar nunhum rosto conhecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É eu tenho medo, muito medo da completa solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;                          Camila Brito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                          &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                             ________________________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'll Be Waiting (Lenny Kravitz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;' He broke your hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;He took your soul&lt;br /&gt;You're hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's a hole&lt;br /&gt;You need some time&lt;br /&gt;to be alone&lt;br /&gt;then you will find&lt;br /&gt;what you've always known&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who really love ya, baby&lt;br /&gt;I've been knockin' at your door '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tradução:&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; 'Ele partiu seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Ele levou sua alma&lt;br /&gt;Você está machucada por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Porque há um buraco&lt;br /&gt;Você precisa de um tempo&lt;br /&gt;Para ficar sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Então você descobrirá&lt;br /&gt;O que sempre soube&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou aquele que realmente te ama, querida&lt;br /&gt;Eu estive batendo a sua porta. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                    &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/4671014609964605709-5612380874802798048?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5612380874802798048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=5612380874802798048&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5612380874802798048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5612380874802798048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2008/12/medo-da-solido.html' title='Medo da solidão.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/STVQTHcZjhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/x8-NFYM0S4I/s72-c/PA060524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-5763840123751744757</id><published>2008-12-01T14:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:45:07.730-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'>Deixe a vida acontecer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Você tem que viver&lt;/span&gt;. Não planeje tanto. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Deixe a vida acontecer&lt;/span&gt;. Vai se surpreender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acho que escrevemos a nossa história. E sempre pensamos que sabemos o final, mas não sabemos. Talvez a sorte fique entre o mundo dos planos e o mundo do acaso. Ela está na paz que vem de saber que ninguém sabe de tudo... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A vida é engraçada mesmo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Quando você deixa de controlar as coisas, pode acabar exatamente no seu lugar, que era onde você deveria estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Agenda Secreta do Meu Namorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Vamos ajudar as vitimas de Santa Catarina, vamos ser solidários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Para quem preferir ajudar em dinheiro, a Defesa Civil de Santa Catarina informa que há contas bancárias para receber doações. As contas são:&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        - Banco do Brasil&lt;br /&gt;        Agência: 3582-3&lt;br /&gt;        Conta corrente: 80.000-7&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        - Besc&lt;br /&gt;        Agência: 068-0&lt;br /&gt;        Conta Corrente: 80.000-0&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        - Caixa Econômica Federal&lt;br /&gt;        Agência: 1877&lt;br /&gt;        operação 006&lt;br /&gt;        conta 80.000-8&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        - Bradesco&lt;br /&gt;        Agência: 0348-4&lt;br /&gt;        Conta Corrente: 160.000-1&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        - Itaú S/A&lt;br /&gt;        Agência: 0289&lt;br /&gt;        Conta Corrente: 69971-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Segundo o governo estadual, o dinheiro arrecadado será usado para compra de mantimentos que serão distribuídos entre os moradores das cidades que tiveram alagamentos e deslizamentos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-5763840123751744757?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5763840123751744757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=5763840123751744757&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5763840123751744757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5763840123751744757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2008/12/deixe-vida-acontecer.html' title='Deixe a vida acontecer.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-4329955960333385896</id><published>2008-11-30T19:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:37:12.350-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'>Talvez, se esperassemos menos dos outros...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Talvez, se esperassemos menos dos outros, nos decepcionaríamos menos também. Mas às vezes quando gostamos muito de alguém, esquecemos que são humanos e insistimos em pensar que são perfeitos.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl id="pid_43851683"&gt;&lt;dd class="title" id="title_43851683"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/STMaGwKsPLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Dn3e-CWaci8/s1600-h/1214631204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/STMaGwKsPLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Dn3e-CWaci8/s320/1214631204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274588291892264114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="title" id="title_43851683"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="title" id="title_43851683"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="title" id="title_43851683"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="title" id="title_43851683"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="title" id="title_43851683"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Smallville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" Sou a mulher da sua vida, disfarçada de sua melhor amiga."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-4329955960333385896?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/4329955960333385896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=4329955960333385896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/4329955960333385896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/4329955960333385896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2008/11/talvez-se-esperassemos-menos-dos-outros.html' title='Talvez, se esperassemos menos dos outros...'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/STMaGwKsPLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Dn3e-CWaci8/s72-c/1214631204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-8267826862102490353</id><published>2008-11-25T16:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:13:16.356-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'>Para aumentar a estima das mulheres</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" class="smller"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Nós mulheres &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;somos foda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;Não broxamos. Não ficamos carecas. Temos um dia internacional. Podemos sentar de pernas cruzadas, porque não dói. Podemos usar tanto rosa quanto azul. Temos prioridades em boates ou em qualquer outro lugar. A idade não atrapalha no nosso desempenho sexual. Se somos traídas somos vítimas, se traímos eles são cornos. Sempre sabemos que o filho é nosso. Não pagamos a conta, no máximo rachamos. Podemos dormir com uma amiga sem sermos chamadas de lésbicas. Mulher de embaixador é embaixatriz, homem de embaixatriz não é nada. Nós saímos pra curtir e não pra pegar, isso é só uma conseqüência. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E por último: fazemos tudo que um homem pode fazer só que com um detalhe:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;De Salto Alto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Ps:&lt;/span&gt; Não querendo menosprezar os homens, de jeito nenhum, mas as vezes as mulheres precisam lembrar porque é bom ser mulher ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ps¹:&lt;/span&gt; Acho que vou tentar voltar a postar normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ps²&lt;/span&gt;: Obg para todos que não me abandonaram *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;ps³: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hoje estou meio sem parafuso, aconteceu uma coisinha muito estranha na escola, parece um daqueles dias que tudo está bom demais para ser verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;• &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ouvindo Tiago Iorc (ele é demaiiis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-8267826862102490353?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/8267826862102490353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=8267826862102490353&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8267826862102490353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8267826862102490353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2008/11/para-aumentar-estima-das-mulheres.html' title='Para aumentar a estima das mulheres'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-7131410770367860073</id><published>2008-11-16T12:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T13:05:09.552-03:00</updated><title type='text'>' as vezes as pessoas que nós mais gostamos nos magoam...'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SSBEkvysOTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HuJ6u4JLRKo/s1600-h/28287686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SSBEkvysOTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HuJ6u4JLRKo/s320/28287686.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269286962118539570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Então é assim? Você simplismente vai perdoá-lo?&lt;br /&gt;- Camila entende uma coisa, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as vezes as pessoas que nós mais gostamos nos magoam , as vezes sem perceber ou as vezes por querer, é sempre assim vai ser sempre assim, do mesmo jeito que as pessoas vão te magoar você tambem vai magoá-las. Basta aprender a perdoar e a pedir perdão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- E como você pode ter certeza que ele não te maguou por querer?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu nunca tenho certeza, mas tenho fé que tenha sido sem querer.&lt;br /&gt;- Basta perdoar?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do mesmo jeito que você iria querer ser perdoada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-7131410770367860073?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/7131410770367860073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=7131410770367860073&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/7131410770367860073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/7131410770367860073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-vezes-as-pessoas-que-ns-mais.html' title='&apos; as vezes as pessoas que nós mais gostamos nos magoam...&apos;'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SSBEkvysOTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HuJ6u4JLRKo/s72-c/28287686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-9141851576161663812</id><published>2008-11-11T19:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.292-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>'Juntos Podemos '</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SRoHb9GeKVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nB3l0kBMnLc/s1600-h/456926-3531874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SRoHb9GeKVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nB3l0kBMnLc/s320/456926-3531874.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267530891002784082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Juntos Podemos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 class="oh"&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 class="oh"&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Te encontrei e quis duvidar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com tanto Clichê pode não ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Mas é, graças a Deus é&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor encontrei sem perceber&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho para os lados e só vejo você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagino nós dois juntos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em meio as chuvas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em meio ao nada, ou quem sabe no fim do mundo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nós dois de mãos dadas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O aroma da flor vindo de você me envolve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Eu tenho medo de dizer que não vivo um segundo sem ter você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu quero é você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O resto deixa pra depois ou nunca mas.&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Marry Brint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudando de assunto quero agradecer a todos que tem visitado meu blog ( Obg gente ;D) , segundo quero indicar o blog de uma amiga minha que escreve muito bem, e sei lá se vcs tiverem a fim de ir lá, mas quero avisar que as vezes quando abre o blog dela aparece uns codigos estranhos mas é um problema no blog msm, é só fecha a pagina e abrir outra ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://ivysaliba.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mas Uma Canção.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijosxuxu's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-9141851576161663812?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/9141851576161663812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=9141851576161663812&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/9141851576161663812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/9141851576161663812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2008/11/juntos-podemos.html' title='&apos;Juntos Podemos &apos;'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SRoHb9GeKVI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nB3l0kBMnLc/s72-c/456926-3531874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-3623349258067602226</id><published>2008-11-04T16:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:46:44.971-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'>Você acordou todos esses dias sentiu-se solitária, frágil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SRCc_x3sxdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_1CmP7Q0lDA/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SRCc_x3sxdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_1CmP7Q0lDA/s320/DSC00185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264880583928759762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Você acordou todos esses dias sentiu-se solitária, frágil.&lt;br /&gt;Tropeçou diversas vezes em objetos variados, esqueceu alguma coisa muito importante e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;sentiu falta de alguém para esquentar suas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;. As pessoas que você conhece são amigos demais ou pretendentes demais e você quer alguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;distante&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;, que te olhe de uma forma bem particular, te deixe confortável, contente, ou triste.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;De preferência alguém a quem você ainda não ame&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;, pra poder falar abertamente sobre sua teoria de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; amor latente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;; amor que já habita algum determinado espaço e apenas não foi direcionado a algum alvo específico; amor que já existe e você não encontra alguém com quem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;dividir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;.  Poderia ser ele, se não falasse certas coisas;  Se não tivesse esse cabelo, se não fizesse tantas besteiras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;SE VOCÊ TIVESSE CORAGEM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;.  E se não te assustasse tanto o fato de que a pessoa se parece demais com o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;seu mundo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;. Meio bonito. Meio antiquado. Meio exagerado ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;- Quero avisar que vou demorar postar, porque ando muito ocupada com a escola ai fica dificil, mas não pensem que desistir do blog -  Bjus;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-3623349258067602226?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/3623349258067602226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=3623349258067602226&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/3623349258067602226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/3623349258067602226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2008/11/voc-acordou-todos-esses-dias-sentiu-se.html' title='Você acordou todos esses dias sentiu-se solitária, frágil.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SRCc_x3sxdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_1CmP7Q0lDA/s72-c/DSC00185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-5185619818398152424</id><published>2008-10-28T09:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.292-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'>' nem todos encontram a pessoa desejada'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SQcGXgxf7nI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mLMUH4h1Yzs/s1600-h/vestidaparacasar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262181690610019954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SQcGXgxf7nI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mLMUH4h1Yzs/s400/vestidaparacasar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cartaz do filme: Vestida para casar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;" - Por que você virou uma casamenteira?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;- Porque eu acredito que no mundo sempre tem alguem feito um para o outro, como muitos dizem a sua metade da laranja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;- Você acha que ed é a metade da minha laranja?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;- Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;- Entao porque insisti que eu case com ele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;- Querida eu disse que acredito no amor, e nessa historia de metade da laranja, mas nem toda vez nós encontramos ESSA pessoa ou podemos ficar com ela!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O que eu quiz passar com esse texto e com o filme, é que muitas vezes nós desejamos muito uma pessoa, as vezes chegamos acreditar que somente 'aquela' pessoa é boa a bastante pra você, mas ai então não dá certo e você se culpa, e diz que o amor acabou pra você só por que o 'principe encatado' não era seu. Mas então um dia, sem perceber, num baque você simplismente percebe que a pessoa certa, o principe encantado, a metade da laranja , não é nada do que você imaginava nem sonhava, mas pode ser muito mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;"Passei 4 anos dá minha vida amando e sonhando com o cara perfeito, mas então você, VOCê apareceu, o cara mais irritante, cinico e insuportavel, que eu conheco, mas percebir que não posso viver sem brigar com você..." &lt;/span&gt;(Frase do filme: Vestida para casar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-5185619818398152424?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5185619818398152424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=5185619818398152424&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5185619818398152424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5185619818398152424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2008/10/nem-todos-encontram-pessoa-desejada.html' title='&apos; nem todos encontram a pessoa desejada&apos;'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SQcGXgxf7nI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mLMUH4h1Yzs/s72-c/vestidaparacasar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-1076853040313629894</id><published>2008-10-27T18:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.292-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>' Eu sempre vou desejar ser de um jeito que não sou '</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Não sou aquela garota bonita e incrivelmente perfeita, que aparece todo dia na televisão. Nem chego perto da perfeição!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Meu Cabelo não é tão liso e brilhoso, mas gosto de como o enrolado nas pontas me caem. Não sou tão esbelta, pra falar a verdade sou totalmente o contrário de esbelta, nem tenho aqueles olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; azuis que brilham com o reflexo da luz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; mas se a pessoa certa olhar nos meus olhos, sei que vai encontrar "um mundo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;O rosto sempre bem maquiado, sempre feliz, sem olheiras e espinhas nem se sabe o que é, o que posso fazer, se eu acordo sim com o rosto amaçado, o cabelo bagunçados, e tenho olheiras quando não durmo bem, e todo mundo sabe quando estou maquiada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Odeio ter que perder meia hora da minha vida fazendo algo que não dura nem uma hora no meu rosto, e como todo adolescente tenho espinhas, nem que seja uma vez no mês, bem naquela épocazinha estressante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mesmo sabendo todas essas diferenças, mesmo eu de certo modo gostar do diferente, mesmo sempre mentindo pra mim mesma: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'Não ligo para o que pensam de mim!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;, eu sei que ligo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tudo por causa dos malditos padrões da beleza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;eu sempre vou desejar ser de um jeito que não sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;E eu não sou a única no mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SQX2SslTNJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0qqBtwBQU5Y/s1600-h/euuevovo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SQX2SslTNJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0qqBtwBQU5Y/s320/euuevovo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261882540717978770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hoje é aniversario da minha vó, mesmo ela não lendo meu blog não podia de dizer que eu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMO MUITO  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ela , e graças a ela sou o que sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-1076853040313629894?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/1076853040313629894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=1076853040313629894&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/1076853040313629894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/1076853040313629894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2008/10/eu-sempre-vou-desejar-ser-de-um-jeito.html' title='&apos; Eu sempre vou desejar ser de um jeito que não sou &apos;'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SQX2SslTNJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0qqBtwBQU5Y/s72-c/euuevovo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-6376051599845422603</id><published>2008-10-25T17:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.292-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>De Completo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SQOCjdOq4fI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-mgyttwJz-A/s1600-h/1159327273037914_file.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SQOCjdOq4fI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-mgyttwJz-A/s200/1159327273037914_file.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261192335352062450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Gostaria de ser dona de seus pensamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A musa de seus versos tristes.&lt;br /&gt;A sua amada dos verso apaixonados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A sua super-heroina, que te salva e te tras de volta a vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quando não tens mais forças.&lt;br /&gt;Aquela guerreira que luta com voçê ou por voçê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A mulher nas noites frias.&lt;br /&gt;A garota dos seus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;doce e sempre amada.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;                                   Mary Brint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-6376051599845422603?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/6376051599845422603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=6376051599845422603&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/6376051599845422603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/6376051599845422603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2008/10/de-completo_25.html' title='De Completo.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SQOCjdOq4fI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-mgyttwJz-A/s72-c/1159327273037914_file.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-7052491590092091573</id><published>2008-10-23T19:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:48:26.915-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'>''A vida é engraçada as vezes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SQD6uZzypAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CWSu-2ymmhY/s1600-h/5052203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SQD6uZzypAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CWSu-2ymmhY/s320/5052203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260480039877780482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;''A vida é engraçada as vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pode ser barra pesada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Como quando se apaixona por alguém. Mas eles esquecem de te amar de volta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a sua melhor amiga e seu namorado te deixam sozinha. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando puxa o gatilho ou acende o fogo e não pode voltar atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como eu disse... no esporte, chamam isso ''de se superar''. Na vida eu chamo isso de pegar pesado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (...) Sabe a expressão que "as melhores coisas da vida são de graça"? Bem, essa expressão é verdadeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De vez em quando as pessoas se superam, se tornando mais corajosas com elas mesmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;As vezes, elas te surpreendem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As vezes, elas cedem fácil.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é engraçada, as vezes. Pode nos surpreender.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se você estiver perto o suficiente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Você encontrará esperança, no mundo das crianças, numa canção, nos olhos de alguém que você ama..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E se você tiver sorte!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Digo, se você for a pessoa mais sortuda desse planeta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A pessoa que você ama, decidirá te amar de volta."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Nossa ganhei um selo, dá pra acreditar?&lt;br /&gt;fiquei toda, toda, hsaouhsauhsouahaushuash.&lt;br /&gt;Obg &lt;a href="http://biahtrix.blogspot.com/"&gt;Biah '&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" href="http://biahtrix.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="" rel="nofollow"&gt;as incessantes duvidas da vida&lt;/a&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Paz para todos :&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-7052491590092091573?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/7052491590092091573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=7052491590092091573&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/7052491590092091573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/7052491590092091573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2008/10/vida-engraada-as-vezes.html' title='&apos;&apos;A vida é engraçada as vezes....'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SQD6uZzypAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CWSu-2ymmhY/s72-c/5052203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-5735427954101639968</id><published>2008-10-20T14:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.293-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>Fim Ditoso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SPzFlep_1TI/AAAAAAAAADo/soteugj_6JY/s1600-h/ATgAAABUbciSrnwoqRJf_JneSLzs30eMxNL5J3VbW38lJ8LVm5ZCyhoZlzYuFHHWST1CRVkqC_V9fOCW_VUmgMlV4dxRAJtU9VAlFd7GFHK_aJnffTcs4DwUWayGqQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SPzFlep_1TI/AAAAAAAAADo/soteugj_6JY/s320/ATgAAABUbciSrnwoqRJf_JneSLzs30eMxNL5J3VbW38lJ8LVm5ZCyhoZlzYuFHHWST1CRVkqC_V9fOCW_VUmgMlV4dxRAJtU9VAlFd7GFHK_aJnffTcs4DwUWayGqQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259295712536941874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caminho com os olhos baixos, uma numeração na cabeça, a medida que os passos vão aumentando a numeração também . Eu sempre sei a que numero vai chegar, mas gosto daquela expectativa irreal, é como um universo paralelo. Todos os dias a mesma numeração, o mesmo destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um dia sem prestar atenção, um barulho assustador me tira a concentração, vozes ao longe eu escuto, mas não entendo, uma dor invade meu corpo que não irei suportar por muito tempo, abro meus olhos e encontro o brilho do sol , depois as cores vão se dissipando bem devagar, mas o que me vem na cabeça é a preocupação de nunca mais poder contar, e como não conseguir chegar ao fim da numeração dessa vez.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Marry Brint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-5735427954101639968?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/5735427954101639968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=5735427954101639968&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5735427954101639968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/5735427954101639968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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encontrados'/><title type='text'>Receio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;" Receio vem em tudo que é forma e tamanho.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas são pequenas, quando fazemos algo ruim por uma boa razão.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas são grandes, como quando decepcionamos uma amiga.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns de nós fugimos da dor do receio, fazendo a escolha certa.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns de nós temos pouco tempo para receio, pois estamos esperando o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas vezes temos que lutar pra entrar de acordo com o que passou.&lt;br /&gt;E algumas vezes enterramos nossos receios,prometendo mudanças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Mas nossos maiores receios não são por coisas que fizemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;São pelas coisas que não conseguimos fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que não conseguimos dizer que poderia salvar alguém que gostamos.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas cometem erros, mas se elas querem deixar no passado, então, talvez devessemos também.[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-4876527213494748734?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/4876527213494748734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=4876527213494748734&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/4876527213494748734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/4876527213494748734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2008/10/receio.html' title='Receio'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-2460992002472944414</id><published>2008-10-18T21:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.293-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>meumicodoano.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SPqC3fYZp1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Ywd6bhU-sTM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SPqC3fYZp1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Ywd6bhU-sTM/s200/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258659404736735058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Não ninguem merece mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a amiga mais pinel do mundo, Suelen é uma desentente de japonesa muito pirada, que eu considero minha amiga há dois anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;O caso é que sempre, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEMPRE MESMO &lt;/span&gt;que nós saimos ela dá um jeito pra eu pagar o maior miico, mas como nos damos muito bem não posso simplismente me afastar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia estavamos passando pela &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Fox&lt;/span&gt; , então Sun disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- Cami bora entrar e alugar uns filmes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não tenho grana, tu tem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vamos logo - acabamos entrando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Eu adoro a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;fox&lt;/span&gt;, por que além de ser uma otima locadora, é livraria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;( já contei que tenho vicio em livros?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, nós passamos um tempão esconhendo os filmes, mas antes de ir embora eu tinha que olhar os livros ela sabia, enquanto eu olhava os livros, Sun chegou e disse bem baixinho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- Nossa tu já viu o&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;mega gato do atendente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- Já - disse sem desgrudar os olhos do livros que eu lia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- Uau, ele é lindo, nossa me apaixonei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quiz admitir pra ela porque se não ela iria ficar me pertubando, mais ele é mesmo muito lindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Eu fui no balcão perguntar quanto custava o livro que eu havia achado, ele super educado começou a procurar no computador, mas ai a Sun disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- Ei você pode procurar um livro para mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, qual você deseja?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- Quer dá uns malhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; fiquei morrendo de vergonha, mas o pior foi que ele nem percebeu a cantada e começou a digitar o nome e anida disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- Não esse livro nós não temos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai eu não aguentei e comecei a rir que nem uma louca, agora toda vez que eu for na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; ele vai olhar pra mim e lembrar do meu ataque de riso. E tudo por causa dela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-2460992002472944414?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/2460992002472944414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=2460992002472944414&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/2460992002472944414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/2460992002472944414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2008/10/meumicodoano.html' title='meumicodoano.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SPqC3fYZp1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Ywd6bhU-sTM/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-3672610365692224622</id><published>2008-10-15T20:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:50:00.213-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'>Não posso perder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SPZ-zoYK27I/AAAAAAAAABo/yvzWvYzbn3s/s1600-h/DSC00954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SPZ-zoYK27I/AAAAAAAAABo/yvzWvYzbn3s/s200/DSC00954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257529040478854066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;" Que Deus permita que eu&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;não perca o romantismo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; mesmo sabendo que as rosas não falam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Que eu não perca o otimismo, mesmo sabendo que o futuro que nos espera pode não ser tão alegre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Que eu &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não perca&lt;/span&gt; a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;vontade de viver, mesmo sabendo que a vida em muitos momentos e dolorosa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Que eu &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;não perca a vontade de ter amigos, mesmo sabendo que com as voltas que o mundo dar eles podem ir embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Que eu&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; não perca a vontade de ajudar as pessoas, mesmo sabendo que muitas delas são incapazes de ver, reconhecer e retribuir esta ajuda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca o equilibrio, mesmo sabendo que inumeras forças querem que eu caia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; não perca a vontade de amar, mesmo sabendo que a pessoa que mais amo, pode não sentir o mesmo por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não perca a luz e o brilho no olhar, mesmo sabendo que muitas coisas que verei no mundo escureçam meus olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Que eu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;nao perca a beleza e a alegria de viver, mesmo sabendo que muitas lágrimas brotarão de meus olhos e escorrerão por minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Que eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;não perca a vontade de ser grande, mesmo sabendo que o mundo as vezes é pequeno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-3672610365692224622?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/3672610365692224622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=3672610365692224622&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/3672610365692224622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/3672610365692224622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-posso-perder.html' title='Não posso perder...'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SPZ-zoYK27I/AAAAAAAAABo/yvzWvYzbn3s/s72-c/DSC00954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-8015843636895812835</id><published>2008-10-14T14:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:50:00.214-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'>e ás vezes tudo que nós precisamos é apenas uma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SPTdJ3XXHEI/AAAAAAAAABY/iTb9WM05aPA/s1600-h/1170636810_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SPTdJ3XXHEI/AAAAAAAAABY/iTb9WM05aPA/s200/1170636810_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257069826598706242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Nesse momento há 6 bilhões, 470 milhões, 818 mil, 671 pessoas no mundo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;algumas estão fugindo assustadas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;algumas estão voltando pra casa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;algumas dizem mentiras pra suportar o dia,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;outras estão somente agora enfrentando a verdade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;alguns são maus indo contra o bem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e alguns são bons lutando contra o mal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;seis bilhões de pessoas no mundo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;seis bilhões de almas...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ás vezes tudo que nós precisamos é apenas uma!"&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;' E onde foi para minha pessoa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As vezes penso que não existe tal pessoa pra mim!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: bold;" class="smller"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=35502932"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-8015843636895812835?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/8015843636895812835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=8015843636895812835&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8015843636895812835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8015843636895812835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2008/10/e-s-vezes-tudo-que-ns-precisamos-apenas.html' title='e ás vezes tudo que nós precisamos é apenas uma!'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SPTdJ3XXHEI/AAAAAAAAABY/iTb9WM05aPA/s72-c/1170636810_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-3132353446056038552</id><published>2008-10-13T14:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.293-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'>Crepusculo e Lua Nova</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SPOH_kqOxbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tgdKyhK_AHY/s1600-h/ATgAAABtqbuhiBAZOC6lBAIz2b1_EWu-058lvcn0znfzeQOrCR0hVxeFRbP5Ig5fON7jriFoHA37BetxxFju5tMfWernAJtU9VDCkF8i4f4QGEO_OOwRFQ7QM8STXQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SPOH_kqOxbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tgdKyhK_AHY/s320/ATgAAABtqbuhiBAZOC6lBAIz2b1_EWu-058lvcn0znfzeQOrCR0hVxeFRbP5Ig5fON7jriFoHA37BetxxFju5tMfWernAJtU9VDCkF8i4f4QGEO_OOwRFQ7QM8STXQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256694716313814450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                               Edward  and Bella -  o sorriso mais encantador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh quase &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;morri de emoção &lt;/span&gt;quando vir o livro&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Lua Nova&lt;/span&gt; na Fox . O livro que eu estou esperando desde o começo do ano lá entre os meus dedos, a historia de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;romance entre o vampiro mais lindo e perfeito do mundo &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Edward &lt;/span&gt;e a humana mais sortuda &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bellla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ali esperando eu comprar, mas como sou &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"sortuda"&lt;/span&gt; estava sem verbas, entao vou me conter e comprar só no proximo final de semana. Enquanto isso me controlo lendo Crepúsculo pela milésima vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Droga, Bella!”, ele se separou ofegante. “Você vai me matar, eu juro”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu me abaixei, segurando minhas mãos no joelho pra me apoiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Você é indestrutível”, eu murmurei, tentando recuperar o fôlego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Eu acreditei nisso antes de conhecer você. Agora vamos sair daqui antes que eu faça alguma coisa muito estúpida”, ele grunhiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-3132353446056038552?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/3132353446056038552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=3132353446056038552&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/3132353446056038552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/3132353446056038552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2008/10/crepusculo-e-lua-nova.html' title='Crepusculo e Lua Nova'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SPOH_kqOxbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tgdKyhK_AHY/s72-c/ATgAAABtqbuhiBAZOC6lBAIz2b1_EWu-058lvcn0znfzeQOrCR0hVxeFRbP5Ig5fON7jriFoHA37BetxxFju5tMfWernAJtU9VDCkF8i4f4QGEO_OOwRFQ7QM8STXQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-1832579348530248069</id><published>2008-10-11T18:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:54:44.294-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por mim. Cami Brito.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SPEbYNzSQ8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/KQC1XVsS_xY/s1600-h/c%C3%ADrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SPEbYNzSQ8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/KQC1XVsS_xY/s200/c%C3%ADrio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256012342953657282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;' Todo mundo as vezes precisa de um pouco de fé,&lt;br /&gt;um pouco de fé para acreditar que depois de um dia duro o outro sera melhor,&lt;br /&gt;um pouco de fé para acreditar em coisas inacreditaveis mas precisas,&lt;br /&gt;um pouco de fé para conseguir acreditar nos outros,&lt;br /&gt;e pouco de fé para acreditar e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;m si mesmo.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Camila Brito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SPEYgTei-QI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EJXcI8DTRc8/s1600-h/c%C3%ADrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-1832579348530248069?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/1832579348530248069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=1832579348530248069&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/1832579348530248069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/1832579348530248069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2008/10/todo-mundo-as-vezes-precisa-de-um-pouco.html' title=''/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SPEbYNzSQ8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/KQC1XVsS_xY/s72-c/c%C3%ADrio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671014609964605709.post-8669940446554502483</id><published>2008-10-05T22:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:38:31.085-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto encontrados'/><title type='text'>-Todo dia morre um amor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SOlutk3l3yI/AAAAAAAAAAo/yxKn0FgevEM/s1600-h/P8150471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SOlutk3l3yI/AAAAAAAAAAo/yxKn0FgevEM/s320/P8150471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253852169574407970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todo dia morre um amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Às vezes de forma lenta e gradativa, quase indolor, após anos e anos de rotina. Às vezes melodramaticamente, como nas piores novelas mexicanas. Morre sem beijo antes de dormir, sem mãos dadas, sem olhares compreensivos, com gosto de lágrima nos lábios. Morre depois de telefonemas cada vez mais espaçados, cartas cada vez mais concisas, beijos que esfriam aos poucos.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Morre da mais completa e letal inanimação; ou as vezes com uma explosão, quase sempre com um &lt;b&gt;suspiro&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Todo dia morre um amor&lt;/b&gt;; mesmo que nós românticos mais na teoria que na prática, relutemos em admitir. Porque nada é mais dolorido do que a constatação de um fracasso de saber que, mais uma vez, um amor morreu e sempre parece que a culpa foi nossa. Porque, por mais que não queiramos aprender, a vida sempre nos ensina alguma coisa. E esta é a lição: &lt;b&gt;amores morrem, eles &lt;u&gt;sempre&lt;/u&gt; morrem algum dia&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; Todos os dias um amor é assassinado. &lt;i&gt;Com a adaga do tédio, a cicuta da indiferença, a forca do escárnio, a metralhadora da traição&lt;/i&gt;. A sacola de presentes devolvidos, os ponteiros tiquetaqueando no relógio, o silêncio insuportável depois de uma discussão: todo crime deixa evidências.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Todos nós fomos assassinos um dia&lt;/b&gt;. Há aqueles que se refugiam em salas de cinema vazias. Ou preferem se esconder debaixo da cama, &lt;b&gt;ao lado do bicho papão&lt;/b&gt;. Outros confessam sua culpa em &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;altos choros e palavras desesperadas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Há aqueles que negam, veementemente, participação no crime e buscam por novas vítimas em salas de chat ou pistas de danceteria, sem dor ou remorso.&lt;i&gt; Os mais periculosos aproveitam sua experiência de criminosos para escrever livros de auto-ajuda ou romances açucarados de banca de jornal, &lt;b&gt;difundindo ao mundo ilusões fatais aos corações sem cicatrizes.&lt;/b&gt;[&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Existem os amores que clamam por um tiro de &lt;u&gt;misericórdia&lt;/u&gt;; existem os amores-zumbis, aqueles que se recusam a admitir que &lt;b&gt;morreram&lt;/b&gt;. São capazes de perdurar anos, mortos-vivos sobre a Terra teimando em resistir, mesmo &lt;i&gt;sem a menor possibilidade de darem certo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Existem os amores-vegetais, aqueles que vivem em permanente estado de letargia, comuns principalmente entre os amantes &lt;b&gt;platônicos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; que recordarão até o fim de seus dias o sorriso daquela garota(o) que sempre insiste em ser lembrado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Existem, por fim, os&lt;b&gt; amores-fênix.&lt;/b&gt; Aqueles que, apesar da luta diária pela sobrevivência, das brigas que não levam a nada, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ressuscitam das cinzas a cada fim de dia e perduram: teimosos, belos, cegos e intensos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Mas estes são raríssimos e há quem duvide de sua &lt;u&gt;existência&lt;/u&gt;. Alguns os chamam de amores-unicórnio, porque são de uma beleza tão pura e rara que jamais poderiam ter existido, &lt;b&gt;a não ser como lendas e histórias de princesas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4671014609964605709-8669940446554502483?l=menina-voluvel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/feeds/8669940446554502483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4671014609964605709&amp;postID=8669940446554502483&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8669940446554502483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671014609964605709/posts/default/8669940446554502483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-voluvel.blogspot.com/2008/10/todo-dia-morre-um-amor.html' title='-Todo dia morre um amor.'/><author><name>Cami @Indespair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12097654982064904348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/TEHxvNGFt1I/AAAAAAAAAoY/QHJc-Jx9aQM/S220/5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f1nYIXAfr8U/SOlutk3l3yI/AAAAAAAAAAo/yxKn0FgevEM/s72-c/P8150471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
