<?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-1299553804079944788</id><updated>2011-09-12T09:57:08.858-03:00</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Não se preocupe em entender!</title><subtitle type='html'>..Já tentei, calcular o meu valor...♪</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-6394342748396583611</id><published>2011-07-14T01:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T01:21:21.954-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E tudo mudou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;por Luiz Fernando Veríssimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tudo mudou&lt;br /&gt;O rouge virou blush&lt;br /&gt;O pó-de-arroz virou pó-compacto&lt;br /&gt;O brilho virou gloss&lt;br /&gt;O rímel virou máscara incolor&lt;br /&gt;A Lycra virou stretch&lt;br /&gt;Anabela virou plataforma&lt;br /&gt;O corpete virou porta-seios&lt;br /&gt;Que virou sutiã&lt;br /&gt;Que virou lib&lt;br /&gt;Que virou silicone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peruca virou aplique, interlace, megahair, alongamento&lt;br /&gt;A escova virou chapinha&lt;br /&gt;Problemas de moça viraram TPM&lt;br /&gt;Confete virou MM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crise de nervosa virou estresse&lt;br /&gt;A chita virou viscose.&lt;br /&gt;A purpurina virou gliter&lt;br /&gt;A brilhantina virou mousse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os halteres viraram bomba&lt;br /&gt;A ergométrica virou spinning&lt;br /&gt;A tanga virou fio dental&lt;br /&gt;E o fio dental virou anti-séptico bucal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém mais vê...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ping-Pong virou Babaloo&lt;br /&gt;O a-la-carte virou self-service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza, depressão&lt;br /&gt;O espaguete virou Miojo pronto&lt;br /&gt;A paquera virou pegação&lt;br /&gt;A gafieira virou dança de salão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que era praça virou shopping&lt;br /&gt;A areia virou ringue&lt;br /&gt;A caneta virou teclado&lt;br /&gt;O long play virou CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fita de vídeo é DVD&lt;br /&gt;O CD já é MP3&lt;br /&gt;É um filho onde éramos seis&lt;br /&gt;O álbum de fotos agora é mostrado por e-mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O namoro agora é virtual&lt;br /&gt;A cantada virou torpedo&lt;br /&gt;E do "não" não se tem medo&lt;br /&gt;O break virou street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O samba, pagode&lt;br /&gt;O carnaval de rua virou Sapucaí&lt;br /&gt;O folclore brasileiro, halloween&lt;br /&gt;O piano agora é teclado, também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O forró de sanfona ficou eletrônico&lt;br /&gt;Fortificante não é mais Biotônico&lt;br /&gt;Bicicleta virou Bis&lt;br /&gt;Polícia e ladrão virou counter strike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folhetins são novelas de TV&lt;br /&gt;Fauna e flora a desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Lobato virou Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;Caetano virou um chato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chico sumiu da FM e TV&lt;br /&gt;Baby se converteu&lt;br /&gt;RPM desapareceu&lt;br /&gt;Elis ressuscitou em Maria Rita?&lt;br /&gt;Gal virou fênix&lt;br /&gt;Raul e Renato,&lt;br /&gt;Cássia e Cazuza,&lt;br /&gt;Lennon e Elvis,&lt;br /&gt;Todos anjos&lt;br /&gt;Agora só tocam lira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A AIDS virou gripe&lt;br /&gt;A bala antes encontrada agora é perdida&lt;br /&gt;A violência está coisa maldita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maconha é calmante&lt;br /&gt;O professor é agora o facilitador&lt;br /&gt;As lições já não importam mais&lt;br /&gt;A guerra superou a&lt;br /&gt;paz&lt;br /&gt;E a sociedade ficou incapaz...&lt;br /&gt;..De tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inclusive de notar essas diferenças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bq9IWIDY9iA/Th5ujoo1UEI/AAAAAAAABUc/TKEYX3uk164/s1600/mudan%25C3%25A7as.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bq9IWIDY9iA/Th5ujoo1UEI/AAAAAAAABUc/TKEYX3uk164/s320/mudan%25C3%25A7as.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-6394342748396583611?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/6394342748396583611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=6394342748396583611' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/6394342748396583611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/6394342748396583611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-tudo-mudou.html' title='E tudo mudou'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bq9IWIDY9iA/Th5ujoo1UEI/AAAAAAAABUc/TKEYX3uk164/s72-c/mudan%25C3%25A7as.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-3281770191437848448</id><published>2011-07-13T03:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T03:45:55.820-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><title type='text'>Sempre ao seu lado!</title><content type='html'>O filme Sempre ao seu lado,( http://cinema10.com.br/filme/hachikoa-dogs-story ) foi o que me inspirou a comprar essa doce labradora!!&lt;br /&gt;Custou caro, dá despesas e dor de cabeça na hora de limpar o quintal...&lt;br /&gt;porém em contra partida, tirei a conclusão que esse bichinho sim é fiel!&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou triste ela percebe e vem me agradar, ela é uma carentona e quer toda atenção pra ela,&lt;br /&gt;e automaticamente me anima, ...assiste Tv como se fosse um ser humano.&lt;br /&gt;faz pose pras fotos, .. enfim,&lt;br /&gt;Nos momento booons,&amp;nbsp; nos lembramos das pessoas que consideramos nossos melhores amigos,&lt;br /&gt;ou parentes "chegados", e eles sempre aparecem, comemoram determinadas ocasiões, riem,&lt;br /&gt;manifestam sentimentos &lt;strike&gt;( sentimentos)&lt;/strike&gt;, se dooooam de maneira surpreendente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando estamos na pior, também, nos lembramos dessas mesmas pessoas.... aí então vem a&lt;br /&gt;decepção!!&lt;br /&gt;CADÊ TODAS ELAS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus em primeirissímo lugar em minha vidas sem nenhuma sombra de dúvida, família...aquela que tenho dentro de casa, alguns amigos que consigo contar nos dedos e minha doce LANA.&amp;nbsp; ( ela é linda demais) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6dEK1ifeUKw/Th06gfg8AxI/AAAAAAAABUU/QnVDTOULk9A/s1600/P060711_19.43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6dEK1ifeUKw/Th06gfg8AxI/AAAAAAAABUU/QnVDTOULk9A/s200/P060711_19.43.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu e Lana..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EIAzDHHO7po/Th06zTSpZSI/AAAAAAAABUY/urncPW6IKa8/s1600/P060711_19.56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EIAzDHHO7po/Th06zTSpZSI/AAAAAAAABUY/urncPW6IKa8/s200/P060711_19.56.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lana e Vinícius&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"O único amigo desinteressado que um homem pode ter neste mundo egoísta, aquele que nunca abandona, o único que nunca mostra ingratidão ou traição, é o seu cachorro"!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-3281770191437848448?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/3281770191437848448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=3281770191437848448' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/3281770191437848448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/3281770191437848448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2011/07/sempre-ao-seu-lado.html' title='Sempre ao seu lado!'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6dEK1ifeUKw/Th06gfg8AxI/AAAAAAAABUU/QnVDTOULk9A/s72-c/P060711_19.43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-4705737753381518119</id><published>2011-07-11T02:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T02:30:39.134-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Decepções!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Com o tempo a gente percebe que às vezes o amor morre, a importância se desfaz e a amizade se perde.&lt;br /&gt;Com tempo a gente percebe que certas coisas que pareciam ser tão importantes e insubstituíves, hoje já não fazem o mínimo sentido!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-INBc5aBE3Ak/ThqJ8tWyOfI/AAAAAAAABUQ/Ceqv8OQOk88/s1600/decep%25C3%25A7ao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-INBc5aBE3Ak/ThqJ8tWyOfI/AAAAAAAABUQ/Ceqv8OQOk88/s320/decep%25C3%25A7ao.jpg" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Tudo passa: amores, amizades, perfumes, cores, sabores e anseios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Um brinde à vida, &lt;br /&gt;que nos passa rasteiras quando menos esperamos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ótima semana a todos!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-4705737753381518119?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/4705737753381518119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=4705737753381518119' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/4705737753381518119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/4705737753381518119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2011/07/decepcoes.html' title='Decepções!'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-INBc5aBE3Ak/ThqJ8tWyOfI/AAAAAAAABUQ/Ceqv8OQOk88/s72-c/decep%25C3%25A7ao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-7341513387722671386</id><published>2010-12-15T16:39:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T16:42:36.205-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pedras no meu caminho?&lt;br /&gt;Guardo todas, pois um dia construirei meu cast&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/TQkLxoBAn-I/AAAAAAAABRI/_-tdsil8RGE/s1600/S5035851.JPG"&gt;elo!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/TQkLxoBAn-I/AAAAAAAABRI/_-tdsil8RGE/s1600/S5035851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/TQkLxoBAn-I/AAAAAAAABRI/_-tdsil8RGE/s320/S5035851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550980962893996002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz e com dor de dente :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-7341513387722671386?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/7341513387722671386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=7341513387722671386' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/7341513387722671386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/7341513387722671386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2010/12/pedras-no-meu-caminho-guardo-todas-pois.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/TQkLxoBAn-I/AAAAAAAABRI/_-tdsil8RGE/s72-c/S5035851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-205983524233560630</id><published>2010-05-28T15:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T15:08:51.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'></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/_pp3rXGpj90I/TAAGc2HX1nI/AAAAAAAABPs/yX0lo2dLe9M/s1600/S7300071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/TAAGc2HX1nI/AAAAAAAABPs/yX0lo2dLe9M/s320/S7300071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476384239515063922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;Só a gente entende. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 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/1299553804079944788-205983524233560630?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/205983524233560630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=205983524233560630' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/205983524233560630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/205983524233560630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-gente-entende.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/TAAGc2HX1nI/AAAAAAAABPs/yX0lo2dLe9M/s72-c/S7300071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-8518474969496967900</id><published>2010-04-08T21:20:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T01:35:58.491-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paaaaaaiê.</title><content type='html'>sempre falo dos amigos e das festas,&lt;br /&gt;hoje to afim de falar da minha família, não o corpo todo, e sim do meu pai.&lt;br /&gt;não vou detalhar minha mãe, pq mãe é mãe, mãe dá a vida por um filho,&lt;br /&gt;mas pai é diferente.meu pai, por onde começar?&lt;br /&gt;começar pelas lembranças de quando brincavamos de cachorrinho..que ele se escondia debaixo da mesa da cozinha;  de quando ele me ensinou a andar de bicicleta, um dos dias mais felizes da minha vida. ;)&lt;br /&gt;quando ele ia nas reuniões da escola, quando ia me buscar nos dias de chuva,&lt;br /&gt;quando ouvia Sandy e Junior comigo... quando a gente soltava pipa juntos...&lt;br /&gt;e todas as lembranças do passado..e uma infânica feeliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os anos passaram e tudo isso , todo esse carinho, afeto e cumplicidade cresceram também..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ele me ensinou a dirigir, me levava pra cima e pra baixo enquanto eu ainda nao tinha pego a habilitação.me levou pro show dos Engenheiros do Hawaii e disse.. eu te espero até as 02:00.&lt;br /&gt;me levou com um bando de amigos e bagagens pra micareta...e dormiu no hotel pra nos esperar.&lt;br /&gt;sempre tirava minhas amigas das piores enrrascadas. rs. O paizão da galera.&lt;br /&gt;Ele fica na churrasqueira e ainda toma umas brejas com a galera nas nossas festinhas.&lt;br /&gt;Usa tenis de adolescente, camiseta listrada, (igual emo), bermuda..fala na gíria;&lt;br /&gt;torce pro São Paulo, só pra me agradar, deixa eu fazer escova nos poucos cabelos que ele tem.&lt;br /&gt;vai pra campeonatos de som com o carro equipado.&lt;br /&gt;rsaté vai pra Cachaçaria ouvir Pink Big Balls, tira maior sarro dos garçons,&lt;br /&gt;entra abraçado com o Celso e diz que a Elis é pirigueti. rs( e eu que pague mico né?)&lt;br /&gt;ahh, ele tb adora tirar fotos e fuçar os orkut's alheios. uahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora me diz?não é pra eu amar?&lt;br /&gt;e dizer que sempre será meu eterno heroi?&lt;br /&gt;paaaiê, te amo.(  e nem tô querendo grana hoje hein, rs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/S753zV2Y6bI/AAAAAAAABOs/JhE88lrytdA/s1600/87.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/S754M3itUPI/AAAAAAAABPM/6DBrXM_iZ7A/s1600/93.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/S754HUrGIoI/AAAAAAAABPE/AfBWT_U9fZ8/s1600/94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/S754HUrGIoI/AAAAAAAABPE/AfBWT_U9fZ8/s320/94.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457931865623503490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/S754BQi0tVI/AAAAAAAABO8/M3CXTZoZQkc/s1600/90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/S754BQi0tVI/AAAAAAAABO8/M3CXTZoZQkc/s320/90.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457931761435850066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/S7534t4jcUI/AAAAAAAABO0/fLEYSaR-t_U/s1600/88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/S7534t4jcUI/AAAAAAAABO0/fLEYSaR-t_U/s320/88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457931614692798786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-8518474969496967900?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/8518474969496967900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=8518474969496967900' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/8518474969496967900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/8518474969496967900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2010/04/paaaaaaie.html' title='Paaaaaaiê.'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/S754HUrGIoI/AAAAAAAABPE/AfBWT_U9fZ8/s72-c/94.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-1537443498463468651</id><published>2010-03-24T00:07:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:45:35.017-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Douglas.</title><content type='html'>hoje pela manhã, quando abro a janela ao acordar, percebi que estava um dia nublado, cinzento, digamos que triste. Tá, eu gosto de dias nublados, mas hoje ele estava triste de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Após um banho pra acordar de verdade, e secar o cabelo...olho para a minha franja em frente ao espelho e rio...ri porque me lembrei que um amigo me dizia o seguinte..Day, quando vc tá com esse tenis e essa franja fica igual emo. rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, quem dizia isso era o Douglas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Douglas = Pessoa mega especial, a qual conheci após se habilitar como voluntário onde trabalho como professor de violão.&lt;br /&gt;Douglas, pessoa que sempre ouvia minhas babaquices, pessoa que ria  junto comigo quando os alunos vinham com ideias erradas.&lt;br /&gt;Douglas, pessoa a qual me aturava todo sábado de manhã nas aulas de violão, quando eu chegava já cedo quebrando o pau com o meu irmão .&lt;br /&gt;Pessoa que servia ao Senhor, que tinha uma fé inabalável, que tinha uma porção gigante de sonhos e vontade de ajudar o próximo, isso descobri após um dia ficar horas batendo papo no calçadão, porém era percepitivel ao olhar em seus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Douglas, que fez brotar no ♥ do meu irmão o desejo de tocar violão.&lt;br /&gt;Douglas..o filho que toda mãe pediu a Deus, o amigo que todos pedimos a Deus, o companheiro que todos pedimos a Deus, mas ontem (22/03/2010) Deus o quis novamente ao lado dele, após um trágico acidente quando estava indo pra aula.&lt;br /&gt;Acidente o qual mexeu com a estrutura de todos ao seu redor, com todos os adolescentes do nosso Projeto, com o emocional de até quem não o conhecia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos, desejos e admirações revelados em conversas como por exemplo embaixo de uma árvore na festa de confraternização em 2009,sempre ao lado do violão , ao longo das aulas, aos espaços de tempo entre uma aula ou outra...&lt;br /&gt;(sonho  realizado, de entrar para o conservatório em Tatui,&lt;br /&gt;sonho de ter passado no Colégio Agrícola, etc etc etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Douglas, aquele que tocava um blues para mim toda aula, que sempre ria da minha cara inxada ao chegar atrasada.&lt;br /&gt;Douglas , agora esta ao lado do Pai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, somos egoístas quando choramos e lamentamos, e ficamos brigando com Deus através dos pensamentos...e dizendo..Pq, pq pq? Justo ele? mais pq Deus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Douglas, não ficarei mais triste por ter partido antes de nós, apenas ficarei feliz por ter te encontrado, por poder rir com vc, te contar várias coisas, por vc ter passado pela minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas e agora?&lt;br /&gt;o que será daquele inseparável violão preto?&lt;br /&gt;o que será do nosso projeto sem o Tio Douglas?&lt;br /&gt;o que será das nossas descobertas musicais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim amigo,&lt;br /&gt;Descanse em paz ao lado do Pai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tudo ficará bem.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/S6mFdf20ctI/AAAAAAAABOc/q2bwwPv5tZQ/s1600-h/doug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/S6mFdf20ctI/AAAAAAAABOc/q2bwwPv5tZQ/s320/doug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452035565722825426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a saudade vai gritar daqui pra frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( o que mais destrói o (L) é saber que vc ligou em casa e dissse:&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ir pra aula hoje Vi, mas amanhã estarei te esperando as 14 hrs na Igreja.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-1537443498463468651?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/1537443498463468651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=1537443498463468651' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/1537443498463468651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/1537443498463468651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2010/03/hoje-pela-manha-quando-abro-janela-ao.html' title='Douglas.'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/S6mFdf20ctI/AAAAAAAABOc/q2bwwPv5tZQ/s72-c/doug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-2836676510551626467</id><published>2010-01-15T00:03:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T01:06:40.737-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambada de loucos. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/S0_Ni_CISZI/AAAAAAAABLY/nyEdRU9PyuU/s1600-h/S7307078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/S0_Ni_CISZI/AAAAAAAABLY/nyEdRU9PyuU/s320/S7307078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426782076924348818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, faltando duas semanas pra voltar às aulas, eu não podia deixar de falar dessa galera aqui.&lt;br /&gt;galera da van mais animada, unida e gente boa da faculdade.&lt;br /&gt;Um ano, e todos os dias vendo essas peças raras. ( ou quase, pq eu nunca ia pra aula hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;Esse ano tudo mudou, ainda não sei se vou de van, a Stela terminou, Rafa trancou a matrícula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é incrível como cresceu uma afinidade gigantesca entre a galera.&lt;br /&gt;Comer lanche no MC Reginaldo, na praça com o Srº HALMEYDA ( eu que personalizei o nome do motorista da van), falar mal das pessoas chatas ,dar aqueles passeios, as risadas, fotos, os golpes, brigas pra trocar de música, apelo pra eu e a Mimo parar de falar e buzinar.. ( tanto que queimamos a buzina da van) E OS SEGREEEEEEEEDOS.&lt;br /&gt;nosso lema..OUVIU NA VAN, MORREU NA VAN. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stela, Queridíssima, delicaaaaaaaaaaada, intelectual, e VÍBORA.&lt;br /&gt;pior q todas né Dona Stela... cheia de querer arrumar esqueminhas pras pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;sabe segredos meus que nem eu sabia. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne, mimada, de veneta, indeciiiiisa, porém gente fina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, prefiro não comentar. rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafa, adora bancar o cupido..junto de sua namorada Stela. ( par perfeito)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não esquecendo do Guiiii, meu marido lindo.&lt;br /&gt;querido, gente boa, gatinhooooo e encantador, me dava trufas de presente.rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel, gente boa, curte umas bandas de louco, rs e .... a Stela sabe do resto.&lt;br /&gt;e pra fechar com chave de ouro.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Morena (MIMO).... bruxa, fedida.  Companheira pra caralho.&lt;br /&gt;dois anos juntas e tudo o que há de melhor em uma amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é galera, espero vê-los todos os dias de 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Mais nada de ficarem me mandando ir tomar sol pq sou muito branca.&lt;br /&gt;nada de ficarem botando olho gordo no meu TRICOLOR.&lt;br /&gt;nada de tirar sarro pq curto Sandy e junior e ficarem criticando pq falto demais.&lt;br /&gt;e de ficar beeeeeerrando na frente da minha casa..e falando pro meu pai que eu não valho nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo vcs cambada. Sempre.&lt;br /&gt;E viva a Van do Senhor HALLMEYDAAAAAH. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/S0_QS0wCe6I/AAAAAAAABLg/zVBDbvVmWOQ/s1600-h/S7307170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/S0_QS0wCe6I/AAAAAAAABLg/zVBDbvVmWOQ/s320/S7307170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426785097821092770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de postar o texto, entrei no site CHONGAS ( um site sem credibilidade mesmo)&lt;br /&gt;e achei isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que diz o seguinte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é idiota? Pois faça como ele, não perca tempo, tatue óculos na sua cara!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wH1tTlq5-Qk&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wH1tTlq5-Qk&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-2836676510551626467?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/2836676510551626467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=2836676510551626467' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/2836676510551626467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/2836676510551626467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2010/01/cambada-de-loucos.html' title='Cambada de loucos. ♥'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/S0_Ni_CISZI/AAAAAAAABLY/nyEdRU9PyuU/s72-c/S7307078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-8488198148372725285</id><published>2010-01-11T00:15:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T00:40:24.978-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reencontro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/S0qPR8B1Y4I/AAAAAAAABLQ/8c9NRehHcv4/s1600-h/S7300813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/S0qPR8B1Y4I/AAAAAAAABLQ/8c9NRehHcv4/s320/S7300813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425306239455552386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, mais um domingo chato, sem nada pra fazer, e então mando um scrap pra Elis dizendo que às 04:37 da manhã me lembrei dela e de um dia que bebemos e ficamos rindo dos nomes das ruas. rs&lt;br /&gt;Ao responder meu scrap, Elis me chama pra sairmos beber um "suco" e então fomos , acompanhadas da nossa querida amiga cats, Juliana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assim que nos encontramos...já fomos pra frente de um barzinho beber..&lt;br /&gt;quando olho quem passando na Avenida?? MEU PAI, que pior...&lt;br /&gt;ele fez questão de ir lá e dizer que não era pra eu ficar bebendo, pq se não eu não ia conseguir dar tranco no carro ahahahahaha ( pq eu esqueci o som do carro ligado a noite passada  e arriou a bateria ..looouca) uahauuahuaha, só que nisso já havíamos escondido meu copo. ( meninas espertas. ;)    ) uahauhua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caramba, que saudade que eu tava dessas loucas.&lt;br /&gt;Histórias, lembranças, fofocas, risos , chooooros, desabafos..&lt;br /&gt;e muita cerveja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vamos pra casa da Elis, mas antes precisamos passar na Adega comprar uma Jurupinga,&lt;br /&gt;não podemos perder o ritmo...sempre ao som de Maria Gadu...&lt;br /&gt;uma seleção muito caprichada no WMP..&lt;br /&gt;Los Hermanos, Aguarraz, Engenheiros, Hevo84, Céu, Pink Big Balls, o Teatro Mágico e etc..&lt;br /&gt;( fala sério, só coisa Boa)..fotos e Muita Jurupinga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/84iC0Y-9qkg&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/84iC0Y-9qkg&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o resto, foi assunto de amigas que sabe tudo o que esta se passando na vida da outra.&lt;br /&gt;AMIGA QUE É AMIGA SOFRE JUNTO. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim,&lt;br /&gt;Meninas, não vou mais sumir da vida de vcs,&lt;br /&gt;amo vocês e a cia sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijoooos e amanhã tem mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( e tb volta a rotina.... rs)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-8488198148372725285?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/8488198148372725285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=8488198148372725285' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/8488198148372725285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/8488198148372725285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoje-mais-um-domingo-chato-sem-nada-pra.html' title='Reencontro.'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/S0qPR8B1Y4I/AAAAAAAABLQ/8c9NRehHcv4/s72-c/S7300813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-8623907339898060495</id><published>2010-01-08T16:12:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T01:34:22.689-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Post da Madrugada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;8 de janeiro de 2010, às 03:42.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;vou começar o post com uma frase que ouvi agora a pouco num filme que acabei de assistir,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;(my life without me- mnha&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;vida sem mim.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;É muito triste vc não conseguir fazer feliz as pessoas que vc mais gosta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;( nao lem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bro se é exatamente isso..mas é isso, rs)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bom, to aqui deitada no quarto do vi, tomando uma cerveja, sem conseg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;uir roubar net de ninguém ( povo egoísta)...morrendo de preguiça de puxar o modem pra cá, e então escrevendo no wordpad. amanhã é só copiar e colar. rs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mais um encontro com as amigas e ???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bebidas, conversas, desabafos, desabafos, desabafos, conselhos, risos, lembra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nças , planos, bebidas e bebidas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sem me esquecer da minha querida mãe ligando.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Dayane, vc pare de beber, se chegar aqui e nao conseguir guarda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;r o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;carro na garagem vai ter hein.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;minutos depois...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Dayane, vc que fique enchendo a cara hoje denovo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Dayane, ja não bastou o porre de ontem....e quando ela fala Dayane, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pode saber que esta brava uahauhauahuahu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;enfim, só sabe pegar no meu pé né.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e a seguinte questão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pq a Day nao se apega aos rolos dela?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pq são apenas rolos de uma semana ou duas, nada duradouros&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;e sempre em off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e a resposta dada por mim é simples.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pq nao quero namorar , nao quero ter que dar satisfação da minha vida pra ninguém.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pq nao quero, pq tenho medo. pq detesto esses brotos que grudam e vivem em função &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;de fuçar minha vida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pq tem vários pq's por trás disso tudo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;vamos embora?? quase 1 da manhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;passear pelas ruas&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;desertas do centro ao som de All Star ,N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ando Reis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estranho seria se eu não me apaixonasse por vc.... ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;com uma cara de embriagada que era bem visível quando eu olhava pelo espelho retrovisor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pegar uma cerveja na adega e vir pra casa assistir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;colocando um final no post de hj&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;é em relação a frase que ouvi no filme, fiquei aqui pensando..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;é triste vc nao conseguir fazer feliz as pessoas que vc mais gosta .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;( ou aquela específica que vc mais gosta)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sacaaaaaaaaaaaaam??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eu até que tô feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ahhhh, beijos a minhas queridas amigas Mariana Bracho e Bruna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;que me ouvem e me aturam o dia todo. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/S0d198sEaKI/AAAAAAAABKI/urOIw_v7nMs/s1600-h/Picture0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -17.9pt 0.0001pt 0cm; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&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/1299553804079944788-8623907339898060495?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/8623907339898060495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=8623907339898060495' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/8623907339898060495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/8623907339898060495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2010/01/8-de-janeiro-de-2010-as-0342.html' title='Post da Madrugada'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-54089528807281901</id><published>2010-01-06T00:14:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:27:46.705-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, não tenho muito o que escrever aqui,&lt;br /&gt;nem to com cabeça pra isso.&lt;br /&gt;só que estou bem, em paz comigo mesma, depois da decepção que tive com alguém ai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procuro passar meu tempo livre vendo os vídeos do programa "Quinta Categoria" da MTV, conhecem??&lt;br /&gt;e também lendo, estou lendo "Marley e Eu", primeiro quero ler pra depois assistir  o filme.&lt;br /&gt;até senti vontade de ter um caãozinho denovo, fui até o Petshop ontem e achei um lindooo, BOXER (acho que é assim que escreve), mas a minha mãe não quer deixaaaaaaar :'(&lt;br /&gt;ela deu pra uma mulher aqui da rua de trás o Scooby, um basset lindo que eu tinha.&lt;br /&gt;ela fica falando que todo cão que eu arrumo, come todas as plantas dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acho que vou fazer um abaixo assinado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEIXA A DAY TER UM CÃOZINHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Alguém me ajuda?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos a todos e agora vou ler mais um pouco. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/S0P0OQULfCI/AAAAAAAABJg/eUSyeQ1-znY/s1600-h/S7305536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/S0P0OQULfCI/AAAAAAAABJg/eUSyeQ1-znY/s320/S7305536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423446902019161122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scooby, to com saudade dele. (U)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-54089528807281901?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/54089528807281901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=54089528807281901' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/54089528807281901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/54089528807281901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2010/01/ah-nao-tenho-muito-o-que-escrever-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/S0P0OQULfCI/AAAAAAAABJg/eUSyeQ1-znY/s72-c/S7305536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-7945811778531190484</id><published>2010-01-02T02:29:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:31:28.286-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sz7L9zM4qgI/AAAAAAAABJI/3rF4gXOiyOU/s1600-h/Picture0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sz7L9zM4qgI/AAAAAAAABJI/3rF4gXOiyOU/s320/Picture0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421995263977368066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não conto meu segredo, ele é meu prisioneiro.&lt;br /&gt;Se o deixo escapar, sou prisioneira dele.&lt;br /&gt;A árvore do silêncio dá os frutos da paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-7945811778531190484?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/7945811778531190484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=7945811778531190484' title='3 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-274401030312515329</id><published>2009-12-20T20:22:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:33:29.598-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Relicário.</title><content type='html'>O que está acontecendo?&lt;br /&gt;O mundo está ao contrário e ninguém reparou&lt;br /&gt;O que está acontecendo?&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava em paz quando você chegou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que você está dizendo?&lt;br /&gt;O que você está fazendo?&lt;br /&gt;Por que que está fazendo assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e, o que os olhos não veem.&lt;br /&gt;o coração pressente&lt;br /&gt;mesmo na saudade, vc não esta ausente (...)&lt;br /&gt;Que cor terão seus olhos?&lt;br /&gt;e a luz dos seus cabelos [???]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hISDd8Rp55w&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hISDd8Rp55w&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-274401030312515329?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/274401030312515329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=274401030312515329' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/274401030312515329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/274401030312515329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/12/relicario.html' title='Relicário.'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-5109975972282741678</id><published>2009-12-10T19:39:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:42:06.122-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As pessoas grandes são muito esquisitas MEEEEEEEESMO ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SyFq77dU7VI/AAAAAAAABG4/hGYcdguKXjQ/s1600-h/pp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SyFq77dU7VI/AAAAAAAABG4/hGYcdguKXjQ/s400/pp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413725804881571154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-5109975972282741678?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/5109975972282741678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=5109975972282741678' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/5109975972282741678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/5109975972282741678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/12/as-pessoas-grandes-sao-esquisitas.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SyFq77dU7VI/AAAAAAAABG4/hGYcdguKXjQ/s72-c/pp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-8856276733657650986</id><published>2009-12-06T19:33:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:53:54.729-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eita campeonato duvidoso hein, porém o Grande merecedor mesmo, foi o Flamengo.&lt;br /&gt;time q na penúltima rodada conseguiu a liderança e soube aproveitar.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, o São Paulo estava com as duas mãos na taça ... depois do jogo contra o Botafogo...&lt;br /&gt;tirou uma, e depois dos 4 gols q levou do Góias...disse Adeus.. QUE MERDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inter, jogou bem, fez boa campanha, maaaaaaaaaaaaas  ainda bem q o nosso simpático querido time gaúcho &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Grêmio&lt;/span&gt; deu uma forcinha pro Fla ser campeão...pq aturar gaúcho em final de campeonato É DOOOSE, igual aturar corintiano quando ganha o campeonato Paulista, pq além disso, só o titulo da 2ª divisão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e agora nosso "grande" &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;PALMEIRAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Líder por 19 rodadas, gol mais bonito do campeonato,&lt;br /&gt;e de que adiantou? FORA DO G4 . ADEUS LIBERTADORES 2010. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;PALMEIRAS, jogou como nunca, e P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ERDEU COMO SEMPRE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;valeu Botafogooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SxwnKzzRr7I/AAAAAAAABFY/U3uNSYBWXzU/s1600-h/DSC06126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SxwnKzzRr7I/AAAAAAAABFY/U3uNSYBWXzU/s320/DSC06126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412243918849945522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-8856276733657650986?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/8856276733657650986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=8856276733657650986' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/8856276733657650986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/8856276733657650986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/12/eita-campeonato-duvidoso-hein-porem-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SxwnKzzRr7I/AAAAAAAABFY/U3uNSYBWXzU/s72-c/DSC06126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-3516554972792723228</id><published>2009-11-07T22:29:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:30:38.937-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SvYRCZMuB-I/AAAAAAAABEQ/NWcI8tb_qws/s1600-h/S7300208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SvYRCZMuB-I/AAAAAAAABEQ/NWcI8tb_qws/s400/S7300208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401523535899133922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Depois de anos ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criei coragem e fiz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda né!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-3516554972792723228?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/3516554972792723228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=3516554972792723228' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/3516554972792723228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/3516554972792723228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/11/depois-de-anos.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SvYRCZMuB-I/AAAAAAAABEQ/NWcI8tb_qws/s72-c/S7300208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-8115570989859774835</id><published>2009-11-06T23:31:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:54:11.819-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;SUPONHO QUE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;ME ENTENDER NÃO É QUESTÃO DE INTELIGÊNCIA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;E SIM DE SENTIR, ENTRAR EM CONTATO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Clarice Lispector)&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/1299553804079944788-8115570989859774835?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/8115570989859774835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=8115570989859774835' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/8115570989859774835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/8115570989859774835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/11/suponho-que-me-entender-nao-e-questao.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-657593641383774340</id><published>2009-10-12T21:43:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:58:34.464-02:00</updated><title type='text'>o tempo passa , e a saudade aumenta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;São Paulo, 12/10/2008.&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus, dia que nunca sairá da minha cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, Felipe, Larissa e Fabíola ...&lt;br /&gt;esperando a hora da visita no Hospital Helíopolis em SP.&lt;br /&gt;enfim: 14:00. Entrei na UTI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pior dia da minha vida. pior imagem que já vi.&lt;br /&gt;meu amigo, meu irmão, meu anjo, meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Leandro, não dava sinal de vida,&lt;br /&gt;não dava esperança alguma. Estava em coma =/&lt;br /&gt;e dali 40 dias veio a falecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dizem que o tempo é o melhor remédio pra tudo.&lt;br /&gt;mas pra mim, o tempo esta sendo a pior coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leandro meu querido.&lt;br /&gt;só deixou saudades e lembranças boas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wp2DuEn5jBE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wp2DuEn5jBE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-657593641383774340?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/657593641383774340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=657593641383774340' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/657593641383774340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/657593641383774340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/10/sao-paulo-12102008.html' title='o tempo passa , e a saudade aumenta.'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-6132328157969167051</id><published>2009-09-29T22:32:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:59:14.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SsK3PPxi6pI/AAAAAAAABBw/InRc2N8N2JQ/s1600-h/renato.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SsK3PPxi6pI/AAAAAAAABBw/InRc2N8N2JQ/s320/renato.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387069576848796306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ela me disse que trabalha no correio&lt;br /&gt;E que namora um menino eletricista&lt;br /&gt;Estou pensando em casamento&lt;br /&gt;Mas não quero me casar&lt;br /&gt;Quem modelou teu rosto ?&lt;br /&gt;Quem viu a tua alma entrando ?&lt;br /&gt;Quem viu a tua alma entrar ?&lt;br /&gt;Quem são teus inimigos ?&lt;br /&gt;Quem é de tua cria ?&lt;br /&gt;A professora Adélia, a tia Edilamar e a tia Esperança&lt;br /&gt;Será que você vai saber&lt;br /&gt;O quanto penso em você com o meu coração ?&lt;br /&gt;Quem está agora ao teu lado ?&lt;br /&gt;Quem para sempre está ?&lt;br /&gt;Quem para sempre estará ?&lt;br /&gt;Ela me disse que trabalha no correio&lt;br /&gt;E que namora um menino eletricista&lt;br /&gt;As família se conhecem bem&lt;br /&gt;E são amigas nesta vida&lt;br /&gt;Será que você vai saber, o quanto&lt;br /&gt;penso em você com meu coração ?&lt;br /&gt;Será que você vai saber, o quanto&lt;br /&gt;penso em você com o meu coração ?&lt;br /&gt;A gente quer um lugar pra gente&lt;br /&gt;A gente quer é de papel passado&lt;br /&gt;Com festa, bolo e brigadeiro&lt;br /&gt;A gente quer um canto sossegado&lt;br /&gt;A gente quer um canto de sossego&lt;br /&gt;Estou pensando em casamento&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não posso me casar&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou rapaz direito&lt;br /&gt;E fui escolhido pela menina mais bonita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Renato Russo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Fuçando algumas coisas na net..e achei isso ai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;caraca . me lembrou quando eu estava na 8ª série.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;cada frase dessa música diz algo da minha vida na época .(2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;cada frase lembra uma pessoa que eu era apegada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;a cada frase me lembro de como eu era feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;mas hoje, vi isso, me lembrou algumas pessoas que não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;parecem estar tão longe quanto eu pensava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;enfim, senti um negócio dentro de mim .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Nostalgia Total !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-6132328157969167051?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/6132328157969167051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=6132328157969167051' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/6132328157969167051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/6132328157969167051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/09/ela-me-disse-que-trabalha-no-correio-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SsK3PPxi6pI/AAAAAAAABBw/InRc2N8N2JQ/s72-c/renato.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-3173443479942854835</id><published>2009-09-22T23:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:31:08.927-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sabe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansei!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-3173443479942854835?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/3173443479942854835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=3173443479942854835' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/3173443479942854835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/3173443479942854835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/09/sabe.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-7592837758376211431</id><published>2009-09-13T02:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T02:24:46.275-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PEDRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sqx_4IARXSI/AAAAAAAAA-0/WV8GG4Q6JgU/s1600-h/p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sqx_4IARXSI/AAAAAAAAA-0/WV8GG4Q6JgU/s320/p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380816256998923554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pedro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meu eterno Donizildo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje 13/09/09 , comemoramos seus 21 aninhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e 3 anos da festa que fizemos pra vc. (foto ao lado).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me lembro das nossas conversas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dúvidas, medos, babaquisssssssssses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;porres. brincadeiras. passeios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;de quando vc ia em casa as 18 hrs todo dia pra assistirmos CHAVES...hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;o episódio do cinema era o seu favorito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me lembro do dia que vc ia embora. como chooorei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me lembro de todas as nossas conversas ao telefone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; depois q vc foi embora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dos emails. e de tudo o que passamos juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cada confidência, cada choro, casa desafabo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como diz a música do Raul que ouvi no Posto de Gasolina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e sai chorando ao me lembrar de vc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Lembro Pedro aqueles velhos dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Quando os dois pensavam sobre o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hoje eu te chamo de careta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; E você me chama vagabundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pedro onde você vai eu também vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pedro onde você vai eu também vou"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua eterna amiga. companheira e irmã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayville , Em jacksonville!&lt;br /&gt;AUAUHAUAHUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TE AMO MEU AMIGO! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-7592837758376211431?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/7592837758376211431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=7592837758376211431' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/7592837758376211431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/7592837758376211431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/09/pedro.html' title='PEDRO'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sqx_4IARXSI/AAAAAAAAA-0/WV8GG4Q6JgU/s72-c/p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-4786321908753739873</id><published>2009-09-09T20:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:33:55.581-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Penso, tento&lt;br /&gt;Achar palavras pro meu sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Tanto é pouco, nada diz&lt;br /&gt;Não é triste, nem feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bEiMpE289Mg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bEiMpE289Mg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-4786321908753739873?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/4786321908753739873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=4786321908753739873' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/4786321908753739873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/4786321908753739873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-1742966480879326357</id><published>2009-09-07T17:56:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:34:28.725-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Decepção não mata. Ensina Viver! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SqV53a3qwQI/AAAAAAAAA-E/ENCcEcRMwdM/s1600-h/mascara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SqV53a3qwQI/AAAAAAAAA-E/ENCcEcRMwdM/s320/mascara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378839322976502018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;om, como todos sabemos...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;máscaras sempre caem. FATO. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me decepcionei muito com uma pessoa muito querida.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Querida ao extremo. maaaaaaas, às vezes penso;..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A decepção vem de nós, que esperamos além do que as pessoas podem nos dar.. =/&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mas enfim, além do sofrimento e das dúvidas que tudo isso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gerou dentro de mim...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pude ver o quanto as pessoas que estão comigo todo dia são especiais.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e a cada dia dou mais valor à elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Quinta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; DECEPÇÃO TOTAL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Decepção acompanhada de uma discussão e muita música e risada com a ELis ,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vini e Fram numa pracinha deserta... rs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Decepção acompanha de um bom papo com o Manu e ELis no Primus..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;vendo o gato do João ( PBB) tocar sozinho! rs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;acompanhada de uma carona com o Gabriel e o Neto (ambos gatos tb .. rs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depois ficar até 4 da manhã no msn .. rs &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;domingo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Muita Decepção acompanhada de uma tarde péssima..pondo tudo pra fora&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o que comi..rs ( gastrite nervosa é foda! rs)...acompanhada de muita dúvidaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;acompanhada com a vitória do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEU TRICOLOOR! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;acompanhada de um churras maravilhosooo no fim da noite.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;com muita cerveja, batida e vinho.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E com as melhores amigas que Deus colocou no meu caminho.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;segunda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; a ressaca...tive que ir trabalhar em pleno feriado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e daqui a pouco elas estão chegando aqui pra mais uma farra! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Moral da história:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Deus e nossos amigos nunca nos deixam sós nos momentos que mais precisamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Frase do dia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRACO É AQUELE QUE NÃO É FELIZ POR MEDO DE TENTAR. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-1742966480879326357?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/1742966480879326357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=1742966480879326357' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/1742966480879326357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/1742966480879326357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/09/b-om-como-todos-sabemos.html' title='Decepção não mata. Ensina Viver! ;)'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SqV53a3qwQI/AAAAAAAAA-E/ENCcEcRMwdM/s72-c/mascara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-2552664980806549562</id><published>2009-08-29T00:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T14:48:51.659-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Email do dia!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;VELHO MORRO DE VERGONHA EM MOSTRAR ESSAS COISAS Q ESCREVO&lt;br /&gt;SE FOSSEM BOAS ENTAO AINDA VAI&lt;br /&gt;KAPOKSAOSKAPOSKAPOSAKOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite lá fora&lt;br /&gt;Está linda como você&lt;br /&gt;Será que o tempo vai trazer&lt;br /&gt;Tudo para mim&lt;br /&gt;Sempre estou pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo viver&lt;br /&gt;mais um segundo sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;Vou voltar e enxergar&lt;br /&gt;A luz em seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me tentar&lt;br /&gt;Esperar tudo voltar no seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Mas como enganar meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Se você não está por perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me canso de tentar&lt;br /&gt;Por você eu corro risco de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Sempre estou aqui pensando&lt;br /&gt;Em como viver com você&lt;br /&gt;Vou voltar e enxergar&lt;br /&gt;A luz em seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me tentar&lt;br /&gt;Esperar tudo voltar no seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Mas como enganar meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Se você não está por perto&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Leonardo Freitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DayaneDuarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-2552664980806549562?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/2552664980806549562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=2552664980806549562' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/2552664980806549562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/2552664980806549562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/08/email-do-dia.html' title='Email do dia!!'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-502498506277547806</id><published>2009-08-24T23:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:09:16.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SpNJDc8L8OI/AAAAAAAAA9g/EVn-OTdDipE/s1600-h/poema+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SpNJDc8L8OI/AAAAAAAAA9g/EVn-OTdDipE/s320/poema+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373719104040202466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hoje tive uma aula muito legal na faculdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cada um falou sobre as lembranças de sua infância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;( ahh, falei até dos dias de hoje né?...não que eu não tive infância..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;é q ela insiste em não ir embora) hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;então, cada um falou um pouco. e depois fiquei pensando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;que saudade eu sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;cada coisa mínima da época que hoje me faz grande faaaaaaaaaalta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Amarelina, 5 marias (pedrinha) , corda, futebol na rua, taco, pião,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;bolinha de gude, Boneca nunca gostei ..hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; Bolinha de sabão ...ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;amavaaaa pegar as joaninhas  numa árvorezinha que tinha na frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;da casa da minha vó. os seriados da PATRINE q passava na manchete. ( alguém lembra?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;meu super nintendo, da MINHA EXCLUSIVA caneca amarela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;e quando eu mesma cortei meu cabelo...e cagueeeeeeeeei na franja! ?hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ouvir Sandy e Juniooor ( ainda ouço e nao me envergonho de contar!) uahuahuaau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;meu eterno medo de palhaçooo ( que ainda tenho..apesar de amar O Teatro Mágico) rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;ahh, as balas dos cavaleiros do zodíaco eram as minhas preferidas. uHAuhaua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; tudo isso mexeu comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;fiquei parada e pensando..que até aos 14 eu brincava com um carrinho de rolemã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;na rua com dois vizinhos loucos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;e que hoje achei um all star bem velho que ganhei quando eu estava no 1º colegial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;( faaaaaaaaaaz tempo...meados de 2003) rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;como as coisas mudam né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Amigos, responsabilidades, casa, bairro, cidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;enfim..fiquei com isso no pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;isso significa que fui feliz ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;.e que é uma saudade Muito gostosa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;e quem não sente falta...? ¬¬&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/1299553804079944788-502498506277547806?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/502498506277547806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=502498506277547806' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/502498506277547806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/502498506277547806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/08/hoje-tive-uma-aula-muito-legal-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SpNJDc8L8OI/AAAAAAAAA9g/EVn-OTdDipE/s72-c/poema+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-1568189802974028913</id><published>2009-08-19T00:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:44:14.475-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje ouvi. ouvi. ouvi e ouvi denovo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e então. resolvi postá-la aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2kaCH1RJ_z8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2kaCH1RJ_z8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe quando aperta-te o peito&lt;br /&gt;angustiado permanece preso?&lt;br /&gt;tente respirar com todo esse peso&lt;br /&gt;Sufoca a alma e o orgulho&lt;br /&gt;Pensa que quero ferir-te&lt;br /&gt;machuco a ti e a mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;equívocos são como pedras&lt;br /&gt;atingem a cabeça que se põe a ressoar&lt;br /&gt;Vibração que arde, corta o coração.&lt;br /&gt;retalhos de sentimentos largados pelo chão&lt;br /&gt;colho-me, varro-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aspire meus erros e os jogue fora&lt;br /&gt;limpe os vestígios lustre os absurdos&lt;br /&gt;com esforço, talvez se tornem glórias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procuro a fronteira que me separa da exatidão&lt;br /&gt;Sou imigrante, não tenho permissão&lt;br /&gt;choco-me com a guarda violentamente&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou fraca, perco a batalha sangrenta&lt;br /&gt;tanto sofrimento hasteio a bandeira da paz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-1568189802974028913?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/1568189802974028913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=1568189802974028913' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/1568189802974028913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/1568189802974028913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/08/hoje-ouvi.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-9218683769301222158</id><published>2009-08-14T00:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T01:33:11.884-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tenho tanta coisa aqui dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;mas nao consigo expor nada no momento;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sei que é um sentimento triste.&lt;br /&gt;vazio, angústia ou solidão talvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o essencial é invisível aos olhos! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9_8M668VSU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/9218683769301222158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/08/tu-te-tornas-eternamente-responsavel.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-5755122320980583885</id><published>2009-08-08T23:35:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:54:11.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sn43jwU1NYI/AAAAAAAAA8M/v7jvtBpUh9A/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+S7309310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sn43jwU1NYI/AAAAAAAAA8M/v7jvtBpUh9A/s200/C%C3%B3pia+de+S7309310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367788893279434114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                  Elis diz: - Day, vc ta pquerando o mocinho que ta ali na calçada né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sn43auRWXQI/AAAAAAAAA8E/BOhSAs1qcZI/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+S7309305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sn43auRWXQI/AAAAAAAAA8E/BOhSAs1qcZI/s200/C%C3%B3pia+de+S7309305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367788738109136130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day : Ain, amiga, vc falando assim, eu morro de vergonha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sn43SaNO13I/AAAAAAAAA78/545gdeSVvtE/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+S7309300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sn43SaNO13I/AAAAAAAAA78/545gdeSVvtE/s200/C%C3%B3pia+de+S7309300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367788595284203378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day : mais olha aquele que tá junto...mas disfarça amiga... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sn43BXCXSQI/AAAAAAAAA70/Iw-vcArzRnk/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+S7309306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sn43BXCXSQI/AAAAAAAAA70/Iw-vcArzRnk/s200/C%C3%B3pia+de+S7309306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367788302375536898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..Tá. só uma olhadinha então..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sn422YdW6ZI/AAAAAAAAA7s/tJf04NSDAwc/s1600-h/S7309285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sn422YdW6ZI/AAAAAAAAA7s/tJf04NSDAwc/s200/S7309285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367788113778633106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mais é gato né amiga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Enfim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Uma sexta e um sábado maravilhooosoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Ao som de "O Teatro Mágico".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ao lado da minha querida amiga e fada ELis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tomando um vinho e rindo muuuito! rs ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Em todos os momentos...Sempre! rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-5755122320980583885?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/5755122320980583885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=5755122320980583885' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/5755122320980583885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/5755122320980583885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/08/elis-diz-day-vc-ta-pquerando-o-mocinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sn43jwU1NYI/AAAAAAAAA8M/v7jvtBpUh9A/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+S7309310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-6059070870402809878</id><published>2009-08-02T02:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:13:00.033-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SnUgThbmBQI/AAAAAAAAA7M/m8li4peCktk/s1600-h/poema.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SnUgThbmBQI/AAAAAAAAA7M/m8li4peCktk/s400/poema.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365230050845525250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - letrinha feia ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-6059070870402809878?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/6059070870402809878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=6059070870402809878' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/6059070870402809878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/6059070870402809878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/08/letrinha-feia.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SnUgThbmBQI/AAAAAAAAA7M/m8li4peCktk/s72-c/poema.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-7220049743010030137</id><published>2009-07-28T01:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T01:38:36.517-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inside out -' diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inside out -' diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; olhar apaixonado...;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'               Day . diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; daria tudo pra vc ver a minha cara de babaca, rindo sozinha aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inside out -' diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; daria tudo por um abraço seu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'               Day . diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; daria tudo pra ouvir a tua voz.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Day . diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; daria tudo pra vc me levar a serio às vezes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inside out -' diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; estou levando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inside out -' diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; ..;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inside out -' diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; daria tudo pra acreditar em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'               Day . diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inside out -' diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; entao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inside out -' diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; oq vai ser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inside out -' diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Voz ou abraço?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-7220049743010030137?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/7220049743010030137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=7220049743010030137' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/7220049743010030137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/7220049743010030137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/07/inside-out-diz-inside-out-diz-olhar_6750.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-658847541588538650</id><published>2009-07-26T20:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:13:48.912-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>é, a chuva é linda..&lt;br /&gt;e contínua tb! rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fds que prometia. acabou indo embora com a enxurrada.&lt;br /&gt;ah, mesmo assim foi legal.&lt;br /&gt;ficar em casa com as amigas.&lt;br /&gt;assistindo tv, ouvindo música e botando as fofocas em dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei bastante tb,&lt;br /&gt;resolvi estabelecer algumas metas em minha vida&lt;br /&gt;agora nesse 2º semestre.&lt;br /&gt;trampo, facul, GAAAAAAASTOS! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe dessa vez dê certo. rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talvez ir embora daqui, mas sei lá pra onde.&lt;br /&gt;algo esta faltando, mas nao sei oq! é isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to com um aperto no ♥ . Angústia talvez.&lt;br /&gt;não sei explicar o que.&lt;br /&gt;tudo e qualquer coisa que alguém fala&lt;br /&gt;já sinto vontade de chorar,&lt;br /&gt;músicas depre.. chuva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enfim, amanha volto trabalhar.&lt;br /&gt;e quem sabe tudo mude né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[O tempo - Móveis Coloniais de Acaju ♪ ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-658847541588538650?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/658847541588538650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=658847541588538650' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/658847541588538650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/658847541588538650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-chuva-e-linda.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-362898297079342585</id><published>2009-07-23T17:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:55:39.232-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva linda!</title><content type='html'>tranqüilo e inspirador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um dia de chuva é tão belo&lt;br /&gt;como um dia de sol.&lt;br /&gt;Ambos existem; cada um é como é."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recebi uma msg de um "amigo" que&lt;br /&gt;não vejo faz tempo;&lt;br /&gt;fiquei bem Feliz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-362898297079342585?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/362898297079342585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=362898297079342585' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/362898297079342585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/362898297079342585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/07/chuva-linda.html' title='Chuva linda!'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-1828129278923137771</id><published>2009-07-23T02:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T03:28:43.471-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Existe aqui uma mulher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Uma bruxa, uma princesa, uma diva de beleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Escolha o que quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas ande logo, vá depressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nem se atreva a pensar muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;O meu universo ainda despreza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Quem não sabe o que quer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X0rzP8gpoCY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X0rzP8gpoCY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; dedico meu querido! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo 2 x 2 Internacional .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;então os gaúchos estavam achando que iam levar essa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;O Gol do Jean foi o mais bonito da rodada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;com ctz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&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/1299553804079944788-1828129278923137771?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/1828129278923137771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=1828129278923137771' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/1828129278923137771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/1828129278923137771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/07/existe-aqui-uma-mulher-uma-bruxa-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-2285528144223202760</id><published>2009-07-21T23:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:20:17.632-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>na verdade NADA, é uma palavra esperando tradução. ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oINcc413xIE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oINcc413xIE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem dia que uma "simples" música fala por nós! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-2285528144223202760?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/2285528144223202760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=2285528144223202760' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/2285528144223202760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/2285528144223202760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/07/na-verdade-nada-e-uma-palavra-esperando.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-8080244464677078942</id><published>2009-07-16T01:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:02:39.095-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sl6mN4MZFKI/AAAAAAAAA3s/tcY4gSbn9ys/s1600-h/S7305736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sl6mN4MZFKI/AAAAAAAAA3s/tcY4gSbn9ys/s320/S7305736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358903363970340002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Não tenho tempo pra lidar com mediocridades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;não quero estar em lugares onde desfilam egos inflados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Inquieto-me com invejosos tentando destruir quem eles admiram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;cobiçando seus lugares, talentos e sorte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"As pessoas não debatem conteúdos, apenas os rótulos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Meeeeeeee canso com essas coisas idiotas que passam na televisão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Essas atrizes peitudas interesseiras em ganhar status fazendo merda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ganhando horrores e se entupindo de drogas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Essa obcessão das pessoas em ter um cabelo perfeito,um corpo perfeito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sendo que na cabeça só tem merdaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hoje vemos uma mídia adolescente que aposta na imbecilização, com um mundo fabuloso de "mulheres gostosas", "festas sem fim", "alegria exagerada", consumismo e emoções baratas. Essa mídia, movida por Jovem Pan 2, 89FM, MTV, Globo, Capricho, Luciano Huck e comerciais de cerveja e de futilidades, transformando os jovens nuns idiotas alienados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;o que é reforçado pela trilha sonora de Britney Spears, Bonde do Tigrão, Avril Lavigne, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;cadê a essência dos adolescentes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;não vemos mais nada .. a não ser fotos e mais fotos fazendo sinal de paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;no orkut, quando não sabem nem dar um "bom dia" ao seu vizinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"O Simples é o essencial a vida"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sem contar, que a deixa muito mais gostosa!;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-8080244464677078942?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/8080244464677078942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=8080244464677078942' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/8080244464677078942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/8080244464677078942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-tenho-tempo-pra-lidar-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sl6mN4MZFKI/AAAAAAAAA3s/tcY4gSbn9ys/s72-c/S7305736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-5086080212907620318</id><published>2009-07-14T23:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T01:06:26.341-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sl1G7BeZMMI/AAAAAAAAA3M/nlB80uAUJAc/s1600-h/dayyy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sl1G7BeZMMI/AAAAAAAAA3M/nlB80uAUJAc/s320/dayyy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358517111462899906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso é o que me basta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentando me expressar ao máximo diria que sou grata pela vida e pelos amigos. Os verdadeiros, é obvio!&lt;br /&gt;As coisas não tem sido tão fáceis ultimamente. São barreiras constantes. É solidão que não acaba mais.&lt;br /&gt;O que ajuda a diminuir isso, é a companhia.&lt;br /&gt;Família é companhia. São amigos chatos, daqueles que adoram puxar orelha...Mas sabemos que eles são verdadeiros..São pra segurar a ponta da corda com a gente. Mas as vezes só a família não basta. Não dá pra sair tomar vodka e comer pizza com eles...Não dá pra chingar a mãe de Vakka, nem mandar o pai tomar nu cú né! Aí entra o outro tipo de companhia. Os nossos amigos. Aqueles que a gente cruza uma vez na rua, troca conversas afiadas, adiciona no orkut, compartilha uma música, troca telefone, e nunca mais se separa. Muitos, muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuitos passam pela nossa vida!&lt;br /&gt;Mas como já dizia minha vó, são poucos os que ficam! E são os atos nos momentos oportunos que mostram os que ficam.&lt;br /&gt;Deus tem sido bom comigo, e tem me dado os melhores momentos ao lado das melhores pessoas!&lt;br /&gt;Saúde, Família, Amigos, Paz, Boa Música, Água Potável, Farofa de churrasco na comida todo dia. O que eu espero mais da vida??&lt;br /&gt;Espero que ela continue assim, até o fiim!&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero tudo assim mesmo, e continuar aproveitando tudo do jeitinho que estou! Deixando aos que eu amo, a minha eterna gratidão e um grande abraço...Amanhã é tarde pra aproveitar, e dizer que amamos.&lt;br /&gt;Vidaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;Taí o segredo ;) Adicione mais vida em sua vida, bota &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;um sorriso na cara&lt;/span&gt;, um all star nu pé, e simbora que o trem não para!&lt;br /&gt;Um Sorriso :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao som de Please Mr. Postman, no dia do meu Aniversário (1.9 Porrrra)...Eu deixo pra minha colega de faculdade, amiga de vãn e irmã da vida, o meu mto obgda pela amizade sincera, pelos momentos de carinho e de conselhos, e mesmo os de chingamento...:D&lt;br /&gt;Você é minha irmã Day...Tamanha intimidade que eu não encontro pra brincar com ngm! Valew por tudo...e feliz aniversário pra mim...Só não vou bater palma..pq vc sabe que eu naum tenho ritmo né amiga ;)&lt;br /&gt;Te amo sua Vakka ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Morena!&lt;br /&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/1299553804079944788-5086080212907620318?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/5086080212907620318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=5086080212907620318' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/5086080212907620318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/5086080212907620318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-sorriso-e-o-que-me-basta-tentando-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sl1G7BeZMMI/AAAAAAAAA3M/nlB80uAUJAc/s72-c/dayyy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-276463904706466452</id><published>2009-07-13T22:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:48:25.692-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;' Tô me sentindo tão confusa...meio down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;está tudo tão igual, nada me atrai, as pessoas cada vez mais sem  conteúdo; sem essência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Uma saudade gigante grita aqui no meu peito.&lt;br /&gt;uma vontade de dar "aquele abraço"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"naquela pessoa" que infelizmente não está mais aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;uma vontade de chorar, uma vontade de gritar... de sair..de me embriagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;músicas falando por mim ... msg's no meu cel, telefone tocando, amigos .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;visitas inesperadas, fds com os melhores amigos, as melhores risadas...as melhores fotos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;todos me abajulando..mas o que será que ta me faltando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;me apaixonar? talvez...pode ser. mas nao consigo me interessar por ninguém nessa cidade ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;não sei, não sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; ... Afinal , faz parte de mim ser, assim ♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BBhbpFQ2Nps&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BBhbpFQ2Nps&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/1299553804079944788-276463904706466452?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/276463904706466452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=276463904706466452' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/276463904706466452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/276463904706466452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-com-sentindo-tao-confusa.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-6476373351509027554</id><published>2009-06-20T03:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T05:08:27.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A poesia Prevalece!  (Parte II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SjyYcqmU9lI/AAAAAAAAA08/Vbj_8EBlSPA/s1600-h/tm.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SjyYcqmU9lI/AAAAAAAAA08/Vbj_8EBlSPA/s400/tm.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349318075648112210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem preciso dizer mais uma vez que o show do T.M. foi perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mágia fantásticaaa.&lt;br /&gt;e encontrar com as pessoas que vc mais ama perdida lá na fila..? rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... e encontrar com um amigo virtual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Show do Teatro Mágico..&lt;br /&gt;Não tem preço!  ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poesia Prevaleeeeeeeeeece!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorocaba - 05/06/2009)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-6476373351509027554?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/6476373351509027554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=6476373351509027554' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/6476373351509027554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/6476373351509027554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/06/nem-preciso-dizer-mais-uma-vez-que-o.html' title='A poesia Prevalece!  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Olhe que a sopa esfria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu estava sonhando..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;e há em todas as consciências um cartaz amarelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"NESTE PAÍS É PROIBIDO SONHAR"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-                    Carlos Drummond de &lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Andrade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(20/05/09 - 23:41)&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/1299553804079944788-1698906130693658234?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/1698906130693658234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=1698906130693658234' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/1698906130693658234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/1698906130693658234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/05/ponho-me-escrever-teu-nome-com-letras.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/ShS_GMIcALI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Nkept5aAkBo/s72-c/sopa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-2233539516298360215</id><published>2009-05-15T00:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:09:48.228-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SgzpalSu9RI/AAAAAAAAAyg/8G5fha2LmIU/s1600-h/050909175806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SgzpalSu9RI/AAAAAAAAAyg/8G5fha2LmIU/s320/050909175806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335896301423752466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Entrei no meu quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tranquei a porta e a janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;olhei para todas as fotos no mural &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ao som do maravilhoso Arnaldo Antunes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cerveja e roupas pelo chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SAUDADE E SOLIDÃO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;..meus amigos no portão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;faltando minha paixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;todos na sala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;desliguem essa televisão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;morte, bermuda, agenda e maldição ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ah,que se dane a minha paixão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;meus amigos no truco e violão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sozinha tenho o Arnaldo, e daí?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e  meus amigos no coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Adoro meu mundo vão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;15/05 - Às 01:09&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/1299553804079944788-2233539516298360215?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/2233539516298360215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=2233539516298360215' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/2233539516298360215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/2233539516298360215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/05/entrei-no-meu-quarto-tranquei-porta-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SgzpalSu9RI/AAAAAAAAAyg/8G5fha2LmIU/s72-c/050909175806.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-4881716444321434850</id><published>2009-05-12T00:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:18:34.958-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SgjqMTiVv4I/AAAAAAAAAyA/SIZaztKR7Qc/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SgjqMTiVv4I/AAAAAAAAAyA/SIZaztKR7Qc/s200/24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334771255743987586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:#9c9c9c;"&gt;                                                          Nada do que toco se transforma&lt;br /&gt;                                                          em ouro, em prata ou música.&lt;br /&gt;                                                          Mas o que me toca de repente&lt;br /&gt;                                                          vira um tesouro à flor da pele .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/05/09 às 00:18&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/1299553804079944788-4881716444321434850?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/4881716444321434850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=4881716444321434850' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/4881716444321434850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/4881716444321434850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/05/nada-do-que-toco-se-transforma-em-ouro.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SgjqMTiVv4I/AAAAAAAAAyA/SIZaztKR7Qc/s72-c/24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-1221888677650576322</id><published>2009-05-08T22:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:03:25.383-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SgTj15126xI/AAAAAAAAAxw/NvVbt-vrvdg/s1600-h/leeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SgTj15126xI/AAAAAAAAAxw/NvVbt-vrvdg/s200/leeee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333638373912800018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Só com a agonia da despedida somos capazes de compreender a profundidade do nosso amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia, mais orações para que Deus te dê aquele lugar todo especial que vc merece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mais lembranças, mais saudade me sufocando. cada dia vc esta mais presente em minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Quanta saudade eu sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Saudade das nossas conversas, risos, passeios, piadinhas intímas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;almoços, barraco-bomba, bailes, carnavais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;passagem de ano. Enfim, saudade do irmão que vc sempre será para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dizem que é preciso perder pra aprender dar valor. TODA REGRA TEM SUA EXCESSÃO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;somos exemplo vivo de que pode existir amizade entre um homem e uma mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; sem malícias e interesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A Saudade aperta cada vez mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;a tristeza estampada em meu rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;aquele sorriso sem graça que vc conheceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;aquele olhar sem brilho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;amigo, onde quer que vc esteja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sempre estará AQUI. Comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Descanse em Paz!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08/05/09  - 22:45&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-1221888677650576322?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/1221888677650576322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=1221888677650576322' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/1221888677650576322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/1221888677650576322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-com-agonia-da-despedida-somos.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SgTj15126xI/AAAAAAAAAxw/NvVbt-vrvdg/s72-c/leeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-625674894435951600</id><published>2009-05-05T01:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T01:56:36.961-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;E tudo fica sustentado..pela fé! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-625674894435951600?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/625674894435951600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=625674894435951600' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/625674894435951600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/625674894435951600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-tudo-fica-sustentado.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-3092924166559230146</id><published>2009-05-03T15:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:08:09.727-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sf3rjSUvhXI/AAAAAAAAAvo/aZr8Kzm1OhQ/s1600-h/%C2%B4day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sf3rjSUvhXI/AAAAAAAAAvo/aZr8Kzm1OhQ/s400/%C2%B4day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331676525323322738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexta-feira. (1/5/09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aquele dia que você levanta com o pé esquerdo?..&lt;br /&gt;briga, dor, depre, baixo astral, sistema bancário fora do ar....enfim, tudo pro seu dia ser péssimo. o pior fds que já teve.&lt;br /&gt;até um choro rolou! rs. Saca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaaaaaaaas, quando se chega em Buri ♥, e seu celular nunca para de tocar, todos querendo te ver...&lt;br /&gt;quando vocÊ chega na casa de uma amiga, e estão todos te esperando...com uma torta de limão que guardaram um pedaço pra você....&lt;br /&gt;não tem coisa melhor...&lt;br /&gt;Malagueta? Amigos? Aqueleeeeee vinhozinhooo, suas músicas preferidas...&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, acho que a noite vai ser perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padaria...comer salgado, tirar sarros, montana soooocada de gente..e um pagodão rolando..&lt;br /&gt;não há dinheiro que pague.&lt;br /&gt;nem o pingado da Marília! hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim,&lt;br /&gt;Final de semana com os amigos, Não tem preço! ( ainda bem) UAHuaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já estou com saudades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(03/05/09  - 16:06 )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-3092924166559230146?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/3092924166559230146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=3092924166559230146' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/3092924166559230146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/3092924166559230146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/05/sexta-feira.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sf3rjSUvhXI/AAAAAAAAAvo/aZr8Kzm1OhQ/s72-c/%C2%B4day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-2357976593813636200</id><published>2009-04-30T01:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T01:22:33.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                                                                      como diria Marcelo Camelo,  que parece ser um bom e velho amigo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem é mais sentimental que eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day , pessoa que consegue por sentimento em tudo.&lt;br /&gt;desde uma folha caindo de uma árvore, até uma pessoa q fica horas todo dia no msn. ( e que já se tornou importante). ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nada esta igual.&lt;br /&gt;casa nova, vida nova, emprego novo, pessoas novas, porém maravilhosas.&lt;br /&gt;ERROS novos, músicas novas. Sentimentos novos, (hoje algo do passado mexeu aqui dentro, mas deixa pra lá).&lt;br /&gt;paro e penso, como as pessoas são chatas, falsas, arrogantes, fúteis, .( mais de 24578 adjetivos pra por aqui)...mas não consigo ficar longe delas.sento necessidade delas.&lt;br /&gt;Aperto no peito. lembranças de uma época que eu era tão feliz.&lt;br /&gt;→ Medo; não conhecia o significado dessa palavra. →Amanhã, vamos pro bar de novo.&lt;br /&gt;→ Emprego, dormia todo dia... encontro com alguém que conheci na net,  enfim,  tudo mudou tão de repente.&lt;br /&gt;quero aqueles abraços, aquelas loucuras, os amores correspondidos e não correspondidos.&lt;br /&gt;deixar o salário todo na balada. Aquele tempero todo especial.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade, Angústia, Tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;Não to encontrando palavras. sei que esta tudo acumulado aqui dentro.&lt;br /&gt;enfim...é isso. Preciso de mim..quero aquela essência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; eo brilho no olhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;q eu conseguia ver no espelho.&lt;br /&gt;aquela felicidade radiante. era tudo tão simples, tão natural. verdadeiro. tão EU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fingindo ser o que já sou....♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Há de passar! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;quinta-feira, 30 de Abril de 2009.&lt;br /&gt;- 01:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&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/1299553804079944788-2357976593813636200?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/2357976593813636200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=2357976593813636200' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/2357976593813636200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/2357976593813636200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/04/como-diria-marcelo-camelo-que-parece.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-464860815687148083</id><published>2009-04-26T02:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T02:22:17.591-03:00</updated><title type='text'>02:22</title><content type='html'>"Esses dias tão estranhos, fica poeira se escondendo pelos cantos" ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SfPuxCGCFuI/AAAAAAAAAsw/AMa9-QHlfzA/s1600-h/042509170114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SfPuxCGCFuI/AAAAAAAAAsw/AMa9-QHlfzA/s400/042509170114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328865310252603106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preciso de "Mim" de volta.&lt;br /&gt;esse lugar não é meu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-464860815687148083?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/464860815687148083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=464860815687148083' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/464860815687148083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/464860815687148083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/04/0222.html' title='02:22'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SfPuxCGCFuI/AAAAAAAAAsw/AMa9-QHlfzA/s72-c/042509170114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-7630799100111747710</id><published>2009-04-21T22:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:21:13.428-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olá...&lt;br /&gt;Quando olhar para mim,abrace-me&lt;br /&gt;Quando o fizer&lt;br /&gt;Sinta essa vacuidade vilipendiada&lt;br /&gt;E saiba que nada posso escrever&lt;br /&gt;Quando as folhas em branco&lt;br /&gt;Nada tem para refletir&lt;br /&gt;Não sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Não minto.&lt;br /&gt;Sei apenas do que necessito&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço teu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por: Dado.&lt;br /&gt;(Ps: Acabei de conhecê-lo no msn)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-7630799100111747710?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/7630799100111747710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=7630799100111747710' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/7630799100111747710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/7630799100111747710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/04/ola.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-864289541963277420</id><published>2009-03-29T03:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T03:33:49.422-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saudade...&lt;br /&gt;é angústia, é perda, é desespero, é amor acumulado, é abandono, é choro, é tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;É o vazio que jamais se preenche, é o espaço sem nem ao menos ar. É dor, dor indescritível.&lt;br /&gt;É vontade de te ter aqui a qualquer preço. É, enfim, saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Inexplicável aos teus inocentes olhos, eles que brilham, eles que eu sinto falta. É a pior coisa, depois que vem a melhor. É você, só que de longe, distante, amargo, frio... E não há nada que ao menos anestesie, diminua com o seu real valor? Não,não há nada que apague as lembranças que se marcam. Ainda se só fossem tristes memórias, mas não, são cicatrizes do coração.&lt;br /&gt; É também o eterno desejo de desaparecer, de ficar invisível, de esquecer pra nunca mais.&lt;br /&gt; E o que é raiva às vezes, e amor pra sempre. Vazio sim,mas também é querer, prazer, grito, é VIDA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-864289541963277420?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/864289541963277420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=864289541963277420' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/864289541963277420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/864289541963277420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/03/saudade.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-3469872929441299940</id><published>2009-03-23T22:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:44:21.155-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Scg6i6p0mJI/AAAAAAAAAr0/9k-qI3cZOOo/s1600-h/DSC04803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Scg6i6p0mJI/AAAAAAAAAr0/9k-qI3cZOOo/s400/DSC04803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316563731645503634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada a todos que me acompanharam no dia do meu niver, que pude compartilhar alegrias, risos, fofocas, saaaaarros e algumas caipirinhas!&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valeu meninas!&lt;br /&gt;Amo muito todas vcs! ♥&lt;br /&gt;20-03-2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-3469872929441299940?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/3469872929441299940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=3469872929441299940' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/3469872929441299940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/3469872929441299940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/03/obrigada-todos-que-me-acompanharam-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Scg6i6p0mJI/AAAAAAAAAr0/9k-qI3cZOOo/s72-c/DSC04803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-5743473848862558945</id><published>2009-03-12T00:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:42:39.608-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SbiEplwebMI/AAAAAAAAArM/w3cZoZphjlc/s1600-h/day01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SbiEplwebMI/AAAAAAAAArM/w3cZoZphjlc/s400/day01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312141610528435394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Está tudo bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Está tudo bem. É o que eu sempre digo quando algo dá errado, ou quando me decepciono com alguém. É o que eu sempre digo pra evitar o cansaço de pensar e debater sobre tal assunto que não tem fim.&lt;br /&gt;Em dias como esse eu me torno cada vez mais estranha, uma incógnita, confusa.&lt;br /&gt;Sei bem as coisas que gosto, os doces, salgados, os animais, e as pessoas. Só não sei como lidar...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a leve sensação de viver em um desenho animado,onde até os vilões conseguem amar. Onde não há porquês e sim fatos, onde eu procuro me afastar. Eu preciso me afastar.&lt;br /&gt;Brigas. Amores não correspondidos. desconfiança. medo. sofrimento. música. cabeça confusa. vontade de sumir. sono. furo no peito.E aquele maldito que se dá o nome de coração ainda bate, mas apenas por bater, apenas pra bombear o sangue, e me deixar aqui, me deixar viver.&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que passei, ouvi, falei, eu sei, não foi em vão, não é em vão. De tudo que ainda está por vir eu tenho certeza, será mais uma única fase da minha vida em que eu direi:&lt;br /&gt;- Está tudo bem. Sempre está.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo lhe confundindo, eu sou assim, difícil de entender e de lidar. Havia em mim uma única força, a qual a perdi, deixei ir, sem ao menos tentar. Mas está tudo bem, uma hora ou outra passa. Tem que passar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-5743473848862558945?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/5743473848862558945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=5743473848862558945' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/5743473848862558945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/5743473848862558945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/03/esta-tudo-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SbiEplwebMI/AAAAAAAAArM/w3cZoZphjlc/s72-c/day01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-7901697328792857027</id><published>2009-03-03T04:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:13:44.455-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Meio sei lá" ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SbSVKwtq2MI/AAAAAAAAAq8/hawzq0D-Q5I/s1600-h/dayy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SbSVKwtq2MI/AAAAAAAAAq8/hawzq0D-Q5I/s400/dayy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311033872684341442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, tudo tão complicado.&lt;br /&gt;Qual será a melhor coisa a fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Razão ou Emoção?&lt;br /&gt;A razão me diz que não, que é melhor parar por aqui, que não vale a pena me arriscar por algo incerto demais.&lt;br /&gt;a Emoção grita...Vai em frente Daaaaay, você sabe que tudo pode dar certo.&lt;br /&gt;boooom, a emoção e toooodo mundo aqui da rua diz isso! hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que estou começando a sentir as borboletas do meu estomago se manifestarem! uAHUAHUAHAua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aii, quero uma aliança de compromisso!&lt;br /&gt;AUAHUAHUAUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Acabamos de chegar do lanche!&lt;br /&gt;acho  q estou meio depre hoje!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não há de ser nada, pois sei que a madrugada acaba, quando a lua se põe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjs!..Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-7901697328792857027?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/7901697328792857027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=7901697328792857027' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/7901697328792857027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/7901697328792857027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/03/meio-sei-la.html' title='&quot;Meio sei lá&quot; ...'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SbSVKwtq2MI/AAAAAAAAAq8/hawzq0D-Q5I/s72-c/dayy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-6278153093080897073</id><published>2009-02-28T02:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T02:09:34.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SajG7kj36MI/AAAAAAAAApM/8Jx6FiIYokE/s1600-h/S7305885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SajG7kj36MI/AAAAAAAAApM/8Jx6FiIYokE/s400/S7305885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307710887584852162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quanta mudança alcança&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nosso ser posso ser assim daqui a pouco não&lt;/span&gt;!! ♪&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-6278153093080897073?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/6278153093080897073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=6278153093080897073' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/6278153093080897073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/6278153093080897073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/02/quanta-mudanca-alcanca-o-nosso-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SajG7kj36MI/AAAAAAAAApM/8Jx6FiIYokE/s72-c/S7305885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-6951047452598544794</id><published>2009-02-28T00:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:46:14.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SaizFVNfSGI/AAAAAAAAAm0/xULMx-kggxc/s1600-h/S7305999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SaizFVNfSGI/AAAAAAAAAm0/xULMx-kggxc/s400/S7305999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307689065030568034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paaaaaaaaaaaz, Carnavaaaaaaaaal, Futeboool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não Mata, Não  engorda e não Faz Maaaaaaaaaaal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Dias de Fooooolia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-6951047452598544794?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/6951047452598544794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=6951047452598544794' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/6951047452598544794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/6951047452598544794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/02/paaaaaaaaaaaz-carnavaaaaaaaaal.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SaizFVNfSGI/AAAAAAAAAm0/xULMx-kggxc/s72-c/S7305999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-3844759990106904250</id><published>2009-01-09T03:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:52:21.236-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;REVEILLON 2008-2009. (31/12, 01-02-03-04-05/01/2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias Maaaaravilhooosos,&lt;br /&gt;com pessoas maaaaravilhooosas! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SWbfTwvmwbI/AAAAAAAAAl8/vdZbrDPhh0c/s1600-h/S7305202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289160342988308914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SWbfTwvmwbI/AAAAAAAAAl8/vdZbrDPhh0c/s400/S7305202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabe, Jé, Luuuuiiiz, Agatha minha irmã Preta, Flávio, KK e Dayyyy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Parque Ecológico - 02/01/2009) - Buri- SP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SWbd5KzUlII/AAAAAAAAAl0/XItcwsjk5GU/s1600-h/S7305202.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-3844759990106904250?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/3844759990106904250/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=3844759990106904250' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/3844759990106904250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/3844759990106904250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2009/01/ano-novo.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SWbfTwvmwbI/AAAAAAAAAl8/vdZbrDPhh0c/s72-c/S7305202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-6948964421062008913</id><published>2008-12-21T03:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T03:35:21.660-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Os bons morrem jovens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SU3VX0Ye7RI/AAAAAAAAAj0/v77pnZmoxMQ/s1600-h/day+duartte+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282112543150501138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SU3VX0Ye7RI/AAAAAAAAAj0/v77pnZmoxMQ/s320/day+duartte+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje fazem 24 dias que vc partiu meu amigo.É tão difícil acreditar nisso.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que nada aconteceu. que logo vc vai me ligar pedindo pra euencomendar as camisetas do bloco, e avisar q logo vai pra Buri.&lt;br /&gt;Milhares de planos, mas fazê oq se Deus quis assim né Manuele!Ahh, quanta coisa já passamos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Natal sempre juntos, Eu,Você, Lislei, Felipe, Danilo e João.&lt;br /&gt;Ano Novo era tradição subir até o Parque Ecologico de bike, sempre choviaa, ahahaha, me lembro de um dia que o Rafa pulou na fontee saiu com o pé todo cortado, depois de molhados de tanta chuva, fomos tomar banho de esguixo! UAHUAHUAUHA&lt;br /&gt;Ano passado foi tão maravilhosooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Passamos por cada uma.&lt;br /&gt;Carnaval, barraco Boooooomba, Baile do Choop,Briiigas, UAHAuha, Show do Nxzero e depois pega busão pra voltar pra casa! rs&lt;br /&gt;Aii, vai ser difícil quando eu me encontrar com o felipe,e ver que nosso querido irmão não estaá mais juntos de nós!&lt;br /&gt;Mas onde quer que vc esteja agora, tenho ctz q está no melhor lugar do mundo,vc sabe, e pode ver o quanto esta sendo duro tudo isso pra gente.e que,independente da ocasião, nossa amizade sempre foi a mais verdadeeira!&lt;br /&gt;Quando saímos todos juntos, em 6 pessoas,tínhamos apenas 3 reais, compravamos 3 hot dog e dividiamos em 6 partes.nunca ninguém ficava sem! AUHAUhaIsso sim é exemplo de Amizade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me conforta é,saber que vc esta num lugar lindo agora.&lt;br /&gt;Antes mesmo de vc partir, Deus já tinha reservado seu lugar lá encima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai com os anjos! vai em paz.&lt;br /&gt;Era assim todo dia de tarde&lt;br /&gt;A descoberta da amizade&lt;br /&gt;Até a próxima vez.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre estará em meu coração,em minha mente, nas lembranças boas e ruins.&lt;br /&gt;sempre em meus pensamentos, sempre nos retratos, que são prova de como fomos felizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMO VC MEU AMIGO. :'(&lt;br /&gt;DESCANSE EM PAZ!!&lt;/strong&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/1299553804079944788-6948964421062008913?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/6948964421062008913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=6948964421062008913' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/6948964421062008913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/6948964421062008913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/12/os-bons-morrem-jovens.html' title='Os bons morrem jovens!'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SU3VX0Ye7RI/AAAAAAAAAj0/v77pnZmoxMQ/s72-c/day+duartte+188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-8419480507059166823</id><published>2008-12-21T03:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:53:28.438-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Perceber aquilo que se tem de bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;no viver é um dom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Daqui não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Eu vivo a vida na ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Entre o chão e os ares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Vou sonhando em outros ares, vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Fingindo ser o que eu já sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Fingindo ser o que já sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Mesmo sem me libertar eu vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;É Deus, parece que vai ser nós dois até o final&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu vou ver o jogo se realizar de um lugar seguro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;De que vale ser aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;De que vale ser aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Onde a vida é de sonhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marcelo Camelo (FANTÁSTICO)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Participação Especial de "Dominguinhos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4MQL5qR-yy0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4MQL5qR-yy0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-8419480507059166823?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/8419480507059166823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=8419480507059166823' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/8419480507059166823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/8419480507059166823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/12/perceber-aquilo-que-se-tem-de-bom-no_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-4187549550135964468</id><published>2008-12-20T09:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T01:18:50.661-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sfk9BtehFNI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/uBho2Gpdg6E/s1600-h/S7306590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sfk9BtehFNI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/uBho2Gpdg6E/s400/S7306590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330358733566448850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Você foi meu herói meu bandido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hoje é mais, muito mais que um amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Nem você, nem ninguém está sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Você faz parte deste caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Que hoje eu sigo em Paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;TE AMO INFINITAMENTE E INCONDICIONALMENTE!&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/1299553804079944788-4187549550135964468?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/4187549550135964468/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=4187549550135964468' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/4187549550135964468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/4187549550135964468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/12/pai-pode-ser-que-daqui-algum-tempo-haja.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sfk9BtehFNI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/uBho2Gpdg6E/s72-c/S7306590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-3327110791127128066</id><published>2008-09-21T00:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:29:35.351-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Primeira música.ABAÇAIADO&lt;br /&gt;Simplismente perfeitaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;T.M, Tudo de melhoooooor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorocaba - 12/09/08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SdtQ2MMZnn8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SdtQ2MMZnn8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-3327110791127128066?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/3327110791127128066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=3327110791127128066' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/3327110791127128066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/3327110791127128066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/09/primeira-msica.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-7496245405079571791</id><published>2008-09-14T21:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T05:30:31.363-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A poesia Prevalece!  (Parte I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sjyd-l3LiSI/AAAAAAAAA1E/dDDwyXQ8SFY/s1600-h/12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/Sjyd-l3LiSI/AAAAAAAAA1E/dDDwyXQ8SFY/s400/12.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349324156050311458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2º Ato: A poesia Prevalece!&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show do T.M em Sorocaba!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pefeito demais =)&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/1299553804079944788-7496245405079571791?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/7496245405079571791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=7496245405079571791' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/7496245405079571791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/7496245405079571791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/09/120908-2-ato-poesia-prevalece-show-do-t.html' title='A poesia Prevalece!  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Fingia que não o tinha, só para depois ter o susto de o ter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Horas depois abri-lo, li algumas linhas maravilhosas, fechei-o de novo, fui passear pela casa, adiei ainda mais indo comer pão com manteiga, fingi que não sabia onde guardara o livro, achava-o, abria-o por alguns instantes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Criava as mais falsas dificuldades para aquela coisa clandestina que era a felicidade. &lt;em&gt;A felicidade sempre iria ser&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;clandestina para mim&lt;/em&gt;. Parece que eu já pressentia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Como demorei!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Eu vivia no ar... Havia orgulho e pudor em mim. Eu era uma rainha delicada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Às vezes sentava-me na rede, balançando-me com o livro aberto no colo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sem tocá-lo, em êxtase puríssimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Não era mais uma menina com um livro: era uma mulher com o seu amante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Trecho de Felicidade Clandestina - Clarice Lispector). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;É..como demorei! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se é que me entendem!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-4573249019457565341?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/4573249019457565341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=4573249019457565341' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/4573249019457565341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/4573249019457565341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SLIp-PTKRII/AAAAAAAAAao/4pq6pEOMEBo/s72-c/hope_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-8034844024142932952</id><published>2008-08-25T01:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:04:54.561-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fotografia - Leoni e Léo Jaime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y0rWBzLiy7A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y0rWBzLiy7A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que vai ficar na fotografia&lt;br /&gt;São os laços invisíveis que havia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cores, figuras, motivos&lt;br /&gt;O sol passando sobre os amigos&lt;br /&gt;Histórias, bebidas, sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;E afeto em frente ao mar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-8034844024142932952?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/8034844024142932952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=8034844024142932952' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/8034844024142932952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/8034844024142932952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/08/fotografia-leoni-e-lo-jaime-o-que-vai.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-1774435383824135427</id><published>2008-08-25T01:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:35:30.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SLH84w8kh9I/AAAAAAAAAaI/ruYorwViZc8/s1600-h/S7303171.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238245893750425554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SLH84w8kh9I/AAAAAAAAAaI/ruYorwViZc8/s200/S7303171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aii...domingão de ressaca e risos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;como pode meo? Buri ser uma cidade tão especial assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;como é bom...mesmo indo dormir as 4:00 da manhã na sexta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;eu acordo as 7:00 pra ir pra Buri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amigos e conhecidos ... todos me tratam com o mesmo carinho de sempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;e isso é muito gratificante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sábadão..frio, vento, carreata política (ao ínves de colocar as musiquinhas e propaganda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ouvir Ivete Sangalo) hahahaha, tomar sorvete com um frio do caramba,comer pão com mortadela.hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aii..como eu amo tudo isso..e depois? MALAGUETA BAR (FOREVER) rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Puts, como bebi e me diverti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amigos, barzinho e música? Ruim né!? rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;sim. não existe coisa pior. hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;e reecontrar com o 1º namoradinho e lembrar todas as bebeiras de 5 anos atrás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahh..todo mundo já sabe que ele ia em casa ouvir Sandy e Junior e legião Urbana comigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha...ahh.que seu nome tb. se escreve com "Y". Ui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ah, sem conta que estavamos assistindo o jogo da seleção brasileira de volei masculino..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;uauahaua..(que infelizmente perdeu).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ai...achamos a música que é nossa cara. "Fotografia"- Leoni..muito boa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;aii...domingão...ressaca e da-lhe cerveja no café do manhã. (só eu mesma viu).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;almoço fora. (a mesa estava na área) hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aii...deitar, fofocar, ler "O doce veneno do Escorpião" - Bruninha Surfistinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eita..falta do que fazer. hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Falar mal de livros e escritores (não que eu seja culta ao ponto).rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;lembra do show da Ivete em Ponta Grossa...ÁGUA 5 REEEEEAL..huahameo...5 reais a água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;e a Grazy pexinxando! haha...(sabem a resposta do educado? água do vaso é de graaaaaaaça) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;uahuauh...lembrar de quando íamos no Tubarão andar de pedalinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saudadeeee dói!Aii..e ir tomar um milk shake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tarde gostosa...como ri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;enfim. 18:00...de volta pra casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vim pensando bastante no busão. Em tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Deus, Família, Amigos, Histórias, Sorrisos, Afeto, Humildade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;tá. Então entra um EFICIENTE físico no busão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;e ai vem à cabeça. Como Deus é generoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perfeição, Saúde, Vida confortavel, amigos e coisas superfúlas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;e ainda reclamamos de tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Somos nada e pouco nessa vida mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aii..vindo e olhando as estrelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanta perfeição. É tudo tão maravilhoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aii..só tenho à agradecer. Eu sou muito feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;quando olhamos pra trás vemos que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicidade não depende do que nos falta. e sim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do bom uso que fazemos do que temos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Obrigada meu Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais um fds maravilhoso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-1774435383824135427?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/1774435383824135427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=1774435383824135427' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/1774435383824135427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/1774435383824135427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/08/aii.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SLH84w8kh9I/AAAAAAAAAaI/ruYorwViZc8/s72-c/S7303171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-6826064477155463687</id><published>2008-08-21T05:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T01:34:39.711-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"se o tempo pudesse voltar dessa vez".&lt;br /&gt;.Sou eu mesma e serei eu mesma então..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;e não há nada de errado comigo não! (Legião Urbana)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ai, tá tudo complicado aqui na minha cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;muitas mudanças em pouco tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;feliz por estar perto da família,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;porém uma tristeza grita dentro de mim por estar longe dos meus amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;triste, pois não estou ao lado nos momentos que mais preciso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;contatos, risos, choros, palhaçadas, PORRES, bebedeiraaaas..hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;aquele tempero de uma verdadeira amizade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;orkut e msn.ARTIFICIAL demais pra quem tem amigos de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;amigos que entendem minhas recaídas e meus amores platônicos. rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pega um telefone ou avião..deixa de lado os compromissos marcados,&lt;br /&gt;e perdoa o que puder ser pedoado..esquece o que não tiver perdão,&lt;br /&gt;e vamos voltar aquele Lugaaar"..haha (perfeita sìmetria- engenheiros do hawaii)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;tocando essa música justo agora.!Será que me cabe? será? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;fico aqui pensando em tudo o que já passei nessa vida.&lt;br /&gt;revivendo momentos, infinitas conversas de madrugada.&lt;br /&gt;gestos pequenos, porém de tamanha importância.&lt;br /&gt;noites mal dormidas pensando no que fiz de errado durante o dia.&lt;br /&gt;acordar com a cabeça explodindo de preocupção pelo que fiz na noite passada!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Pensando..o que será de mim agora?&lt;br /&gt;pensando..O que aconteceu?&lt;br /&gt;o que vai acontecer amanhã? ahn?&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de pessoas que me olhem nos olhos e digam&lt;br /&gt;PÔ Day, c num ta bem hj né garota.&lt;br /&gt;sim..&lt;br /&gt;é disso que preciso.!&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso de nada artificial, nada comprado, encomendado ou ensaiado.&lt;br /&gt;não preciso de pessoas babacas que julgam seu caráter pelo seu carro,&lt;br /&gt;pela casa que vc mora, pela roupa ou pelo tenis que se esta usando.&lt;br /&gt;preciso de pessoas verdadeiras ao meu lado!&lt;br /&gt;saudade gritante aqui dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Tantas pessoas cruzam nossos caminhos diariamente, semanalmente ..mensalemente.&lt;br /&gt;pessoas as quais nos deixam marcas, grandes marcas.&lt;br /&gt;pessoas as quais achamos que vai nos marcar por um bom tempo.&lt;br /&gt;sendo ela,&lt;br /&gt;aquela artificial...se esquecendo da simplicidade apenas para causar a boa e bela 1ª impressão.&lt;br /&gt;pessoaS aS quaIS detestam ouvir uma boa verdade.&lt;br /&gt;status é fodaaa!&lt;br /&gt;pessoas vem e vão, poréeem,nossos vizinhos não nos dão um Bom dia.&lt;br /&gt;( o céu pode desabar se ele se FINGIR de simpático ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Rótulooos. ecaaaaaaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(a gente fica achando que é o máximo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;liberdade pra escolher a cor da embalagem). E.H. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(indispensável)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Faculdade, Famíla, casa boa...e reclamei demais né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;é..acho que estou precisando me apaixonar.rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;de vdd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;falo sério..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Pq não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;nem que seja pra sofrer...assim ocupo minha cabeça.tá difícil viu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Sentir aquele gelinho. ter aquelas atitudes de pré-adolescente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;msg de madrugada no celular, baladinha, barzinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;lavar louça (nostalgia (L) haha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;viver de bem com a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;assim eu digo. me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;APAIXONAR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; e não ReApaixonar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;pq isso é trash demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Fotos, músicas, cheiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;um x-bacon com uma fanta laranja! ='/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;frases claras, recíprocas, poesias, cartas raras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;diálogos estranhos, lugares mais estranhoooos ainda. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;roupas estranhas. vídeo game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Voleibol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;ai..preciso ir .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;consecutivamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;6 noites sonhando com a mesma pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-6826064477155463687?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/6826064477155463687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=6826064477155463687' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/6826064477155463687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/6826064477155463687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/08/se-o-tempo-pudesse-voltar-dessa-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-8245273591948066947</id><published>2008-08-10T00:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:01:47.412-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Céu - Malemolência.</title><content type='html'>Veio até mim&lt;br /&gt;quem deixou me olhar assim&lt;br /&gt;não pediu minha permissão&lt;br /&gt;não pude evitart&lt;br /&gt;irou meu ar fiquei sem chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nDxTLUmsR-s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nDxTLUmsR-s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-8245273591948066947?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/8245273591948066947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=8245273591948066947' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/8245273591948066947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/8245273591948066947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/08/cu-malemolncia-veio-at-mim-quem-deixou.html' title='Céu - Malemolência.'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-1057572254028290138</id><published>2008-07-18T06:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T02:27:20.324-03:00</updated><title type='text'>5 coisas que aprendi com o Lápis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SIF5xJCfGnI/AAAAAAAAAYI/9Tb_Jq4vmnw/s1600-h/l%C3%A1pis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224590927873383026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SIF5xJCfGnI/AAAAAAAAAYI/9Tb_Jq4vmnw/s320/l%C3%A1pis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1°&lt;/span&gt; qualidade: Você pode fazer grandes coisas, mas não deve esquecer nunca ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que existe uma Mão que guia seus passos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta mão nós chamamos de Deus, e Ele deve sempre conduzi-lo em direção à Sua vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2°&lt;/span&gt; qualidade: De vez em quando eu preciso parar o que estou escrevendo, e usar o apontador. Isso faz com que o lápis sofra um pouco, masno final, ele está mais afiado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Portanto, saiba suportar algumas dores,porque elas o farão ser uma pessoa melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3°&lt;/span&gt; qualidade: O lápis sempre permite que usemos uma borracha para apagar aquilo que estava errado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Entenda que corrigir uma coisa que fizemos ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;não é necessariamente algo mau, mas algo importante para nos manter nocaminho da justiça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4°&lt;/span&gt; qualidade: O que realmente importa no lápis não é a madeira ou sua forma exterior, mas o grafite que está dentro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Portanto, sempre cuide daquilo que acontece dentro de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E Finalmente a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5°&lt;/span&gt; qualidade: O Lápis sempre deixa uma marca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Da mesma maneira, saiba que tudo que você fizer na vida, irá deixar traços..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Paulo Coelho)&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/1299553804079944788-1057572254028290138?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/1057572254028290138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=1057572254028290138' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/1057572254028290138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/1057572254028290138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-qualidade-voc-pode-fazer-grandes.html' title='5 coisas que aprendi com o Lápis!'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SIF5xJCfGnI/AAAAAAAAAYI/9Tb_Jq4vmnw/s72-c/l%C3%A1pis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-8014005196911565864</id><published>2008-07-17T19:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T02:18:27.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Num dia- Arnaldo Antunes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sentir o sabor do que comer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Caminhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;se chover, tomar chuva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Não esperar nada acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ser gentil com qualquer pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgZqm_htwSs"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WgZqm_htwSs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WgZqm_htwSs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1299553804079944788-8014005196911565864?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/8014005196911565864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=8014005196911565864' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/8014005196911565864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/8014005196911565864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/07/num-dia-arnaldo-antunes.html' title='Num dia- Arnaldo Antunes'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-3016744085989581696</id><published>2008-07-17T04:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T02:49:08.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"AS MELHORES MULHERES PERTENCEM AOS HOMENS MAIS ATREVIDOS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224595971359413746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SIF-WtfQlfI/AAAAAAAAAYY/XcZfNQlEq0s/s320/ma%C3%A7as.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mulheres são como maçãs em árvores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As melhores estão no topo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Os homens não querem alcançar essas boas, porque eles têm medo de cair e se machucar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Preferem pegar as maçãs podres que ficam no chão, que não são boas como as do topo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas são fáceis de se conseguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Assim as maçãs no topo pensam que algo está errado com elas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quando na verdade, eles estão errados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Elas têm que esperar um pouco para o homem certo chegar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquele que é valente bastante para escalar até o topo da árvore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Machado de Assis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-3016744085989581696?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/3016744085989581696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=3016744085989581696' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/3016744085989581696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/3016744085989581696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-melhores-mulheres-pertencem-aos.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SIF-WtfQlfI/AAAAAAAAAYY/XcZfNQlEq0s/s72-c/ma%C3%A7as.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-2280555480020403250</id><published>2008-07-17T03:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:49:40.129-03:00</updated><title type='text'>T.M e Zeca!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O Teatro Mágico e Zeca Baleiro! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chanéu nº 5 - Perfect!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A minha tv não se conteve a atrevida passou atrevida olhando pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Assistindo a todos os meus segredos, minhas parcerias, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dúvidas, medos, a minha tv não me obedece.&lt;br /&gt;Não quer mais passar novela, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sonho um dia em ser janela e não quer mais ficar no ar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não quer papo com a antena nem saber se vale &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a pena ver denovo tudo que já vi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A minha TV não se esquece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nem do preço nem da prece que faço para a mesma funcionar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me disse que se rende a internet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;em suma não se submete a nada submete a nada para me informar.&lt;br /&gt;Não quis saber de festa não pensou em ser honesta funcionando quando precisei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A noticia que esperava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;consegui na madrugada num site flick blog fotolog que acessei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A minha tv tá louca, me mandou calar a boca e não tirar a bunda do sofá. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas eu sou facinho de marré-de-sí, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se a maré subir eu vou me levantar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não quero saber se é cabo nem se minha assinatura vai mudar tudo que aprendi&lt;br /&gt;triste o fim do seriado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;um bocado magoado sem saber o que será de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ela não SAP quem eu sou,&lt;br /&gt;Ela não fala a minha lingua.&lt;br /&gt;(x4) (Don't speak my tongue)&lt;br /&gt;Não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pô to cansado de toda essa merda que eles mostram na televisão todo dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mano, ...não aguento mais, é foda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enquanto pessoas perguntam por que, outras pessoas perguntam por que não? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Até porque não acredito no que é dito, no que é visto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acesso é poder e o poder é a informação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Qualquer palavra satisfaz. A garota, o rapaz e a paz quem traz, tanto faz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O valor é temporário, o amor imaginario e a festa primeiro de julho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um minuto de silêncio é um minuto reservado de murmúrio, de anestesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O sistema é nervoso e te acalma com a programação do dia, com a narrativa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A vida ingrada de quem acha que é noticia, de quem acha que é momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Na tua tela querem ensinar a fazer comida uma nação que nao tem ovo na panela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que não tem gesto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quem tem medo assimila toda forma de expressão como protesto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falou e disse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Num passado remoto perdi meu controle&lt;br /&gt;Num passado remoto perdi meu controle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Num passado remoto era vida em preto e branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quase nunca colorida reprisando coisas que não fiz finalmente se acabando feito longa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feito curta que termina com final feliz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ela não SAP quem eu sou,&lt;br /&gt;Ela não fala a minha lingua.&lt;br /&gt;(x4) (Sabe nada...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu não sei se payper viu ou se quem viu tudo fui eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A minha tv tá louca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-2280555480020403250?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/2280555480020403250/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=2280555480020403250' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/2280555480020403250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/2280555480020403250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/07/tm-e-zeca.html' title='T.M e Zeca!'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-1933265591812426832</id><published>2008-07-17T03:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T02:59:27.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos meus Heróis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Aos meus Heróis- Gutemberg e Julinho Massari! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Nasci na Época errada! rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Atenção DJ faça a sua parte,&lt;br /&gt;Não copie os outros, seja mais "smart".&lt;br /&gt;Na rádio ou na pista mude a seqüência,&lt;br /&gt;Mexa com as pessoas e com a consciência.&lt;br /&gt;Se você não toca letra inteligente&lt;br /&gt;Fica dominada, limitada a mente.&lt;br /&gt;Faça refletir DJ, não se esqueça,&lt;br /&gt;Mexa o popozão, mas também a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XsQIjoGvDbk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XsQIjoGvDbk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-1933265591812426832?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/1933265591812426832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=1933265591812426832' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/1933265591812426832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/1933265591812426832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/07/aos-meus-heris.html' title='Aos meus Heróis'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-7354470112192261909</id><published>2008-07-17T03:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T03:01:05.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Céu- 10 Contados!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Céu- 10 Conatdos! ....(lindo demais)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Meu amor, não se atrase na volta, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, não, não&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, não se atrase na volta, não&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor (meu amor, meu amor...quem mandou?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mandei uma mensagem a jato&lt;br /&gt;Às entidades do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Já me foi verificado&lt;br /&gt;Que nem mesmo haverá segundos&lt;br /&gt;Porque os minutos foram reavaliados&lt;br /&gt;E pra cada suspiro&lt;br /&gt;Serão 10 contados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YCD5MmU0qf4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YCD5MmU0qf4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCD5MmU0qf4"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&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/1299553804079944788-7354470112192261909?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/7354470112192261909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=7354470112192261909' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/7354470112192261909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/7354470112192261909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/07/cu-10-contados.html' title='Céu- 10 Contados!'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-6405131660243276773</id><published>2008-05-18T07:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:39:41.885-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zé Ramalho - Entre A Serpente E A Estrela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um brilho de faca&lt;br /&gt;por onde o amor vier&lt;br /&gt;e ninguém tem o mapada alma da mulher&lt;br /&gt;ninguém sai com o coração sem sangrar ao tentar revê-la&lt;br /&gt;um ser maravilhoso&lt;br /&gt;entre a serpente e a estrela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um grande amor do passado se transforma em aversão&lt;br /&gt;e os dois lado a lado&lt;br /&gt;corroem o coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não existe saudade mais cortante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que a de um grande amor ausente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dura feito um diamante corta a ilusão da gente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toco a vida pra frente&lt;br /&gt;fingindo não sofrer mas no peito dormente&lt;br /&gt;espero um bem querere sei que não será surpresa&lt;br /&gt;se o futuro me trouxer o passado de voltano semblante de mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQ0BMELobTk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQ0BMELobTk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-6405131660243276773?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/6405131660243276773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=6405131660243276773' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/6405131660243276773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/6405131660243276773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/05/z-ramalho-entre-serpente-e-estrela.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-8385408144062336103</id><published>2008-05-10T05:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T12:00:08.887-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teus braços se abrem quando eu preciso de um abraço!&lt;br /&gt;Teu coração compreender quando preciso de uma amiga!&lt;br /&gt;Teus olhos sensíveis endurecem quando preciso de uma lição!&lt;br /&gt;Tua força e teu Amor me dirigiram pela vida e me deram as asas&lt;br /&gt;que eu precisava para voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SCUd6xnAb-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/oQa0Uatfmu4/s1600-h/day+duartte+241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198594240455667682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SCUd6xnAb-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/oQa0Uatfmu4/s320/day+duartte+241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1299553804079944788-8385408144062336103?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/8385408144062336103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SCUd6xnAb-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/oQa0Uatfmu4/s72-c/day+duartte+241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-2727627566573480205</id><published>2008-02-20T16:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:28:44.892-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amorecuxaaaaa!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/R7yB1nor2YI/AAAAAAAAAOg/y-6H2rdL-5c/s1600-h/luuuuuuuuuuuuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169149230487165314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/R7yB1nor2YI/AAAAAAAAAOg/y-6H2rdL-5c/s400/luuuuuuuuuuuuu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Muitas vezes ficamos procurandopor nossos anjos protetores lá no alto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sem notar que muitas vezes eles são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;terrenos e estão aqui,ao nosso lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;em forma de pessoas muito especiais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim como você!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-2727627566573480205?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/2727627566573480205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=2727627566573480205' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/2727627566573480205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/2727627566573480205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/02/muitas-vezes-ficamos-procurandopor.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/R7yB1nor2YI/AAAAAAAAAOg/y-6H2rdL-5c/s72-c/luuuuuuuuuuuuu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-5201481137529014846</id><published>2008-01-25T14:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:26:55.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque nós somos irmãs gêmeas!&lt;br /&gt;....Caneta, pasta, lapiseira, Tenis, Câmera Digital, Gostos as coisas..&lt;br /&gt;Mesmas idéias...até nossos óculos é igual!&lt;br /&gt;e o gosto musical então!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim...porque nós SOMOS VÌBORAS!! ..uahuahua....Amo-te Garotaaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159357829279083586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/R5m4nDtPbEI/AAAAAAAAANA/s0j4OJDoiFs/s400/ATgAAAAJdGEdvAxIYNKEeQSSxWW1rRKGLweHs3gj1JdLVi0Og6UV5XMg656_wIi6HbG75JkeWL9jtGErfrIGaD5U3g24AJtU9VDZm-LXgIYlhNSIA2vGy5igzwfX4Q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não sei bem certo quanto tempo levei pra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;te conhecer de verdade e amar vc tanto assim.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mesmo com tantas divergências e puxões de orelha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mesclados com risadas e cumplicidade:a gente se encontrou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E é mais do que certo que vamos estar juntos pra tudo, sempre!.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque existem belezas que vem lá de trás, de onde nós nem imaginamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Existem amizades que começam antes mesmo das pessoas nascerem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E é assim que é conosco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nada valeria a pena nessa vida se não fossem os meus amigos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;E nada justificaria a minha vida se você não tivesse entrado nela.&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/1299553804079944788-5201481137529014846?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/5201481137529014846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=5201481137529014846' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/5201481137529014846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/5201481137529014846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/01/porque-ns-somos-irms-gmeas.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se um dia vc pensar: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;"Eu Não Sei Na Verdade Quem Eu Sou",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tente mudar para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Eu Sinto Que Sei Que Sou Um Tanto Bem Maior".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feito isso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;"Junte Tudo Numa Coisa Só"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;para que, em um belo dia, você..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Amanheça Brilhando Mais Forte",&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pois assim aparecerá um alguém especial em que você, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ao olhá-la(o), pensará que por ela você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;"Iria Só Até O Fim, Daria Tudo E Mais Um Pouco De Mim",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;com o propósito de dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Cuida&lt;/span&gt; de Mim Enquanto Não Me Esqueço de Você"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.E, com o tempo, finalmente lhe dizer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Só Enquanto Eu Respirar Vou Me Lembrar De Você!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;O Teatro Mágico!! \õ/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158706183956032562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-9011175276021982293</id><published>2008-01-23T20:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:51:57.828-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Pros erros há perdão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pros fracassos, chance; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pros amores impossíveis, tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De nada adianta cercar um coração vazio ou economizar alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O romance cujo fim é instantâneo ou indolor não é romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não deixe que a saudade sufoque, que a rotina acomode, que o medo impeça de tentar. Desconfie do destino e acredite em você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gaste mais horas realizando que sonhando, fazendo que planejando, v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ivendo que esperando, porque embora quem quase morre esteja vivo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;quem quase vive já morreu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Luis Fernando Veríssimo" =D&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/1299553804079944788-9011175276021982293?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/9011175276021982293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=9011175276021982293' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/9011175276021982293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/9011175276021982293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/01/pros-erros-h-perdo-pros-fracassos.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-2208165611984282185</id><published>2008-01-23T20:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T14:08:17.326-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/R5dmFjtPbCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-PX6_CHUs2Q/s1600-h/borboleta-~-pr91297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158704143846566946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/R5dmFjtPbCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-PX6_CHUs2Q/s400/borboleta-~-pr91297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Borboleta parace flor...que o vento tirou pra dançar"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ó Meu Deus..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada por Tudooo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hoje acordei de bem comigo mesma"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                             Day =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/R5dlujtPbBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ie3YRWi3Gkw/s1600-h/borboleta-~-pr91297.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-2208165611984282185?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/2208165611984282185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=2208165611984282185' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/2208165611984282185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/2208165611984282185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/01/borboleta-parace-flor.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/R5dmFjtPbCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-PX6_CHUs2Q/s72-c/borboleta-~-pr91297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-4482990785943646150</id><published>2008-01-23T13:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T13:36:57.857-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alma Lavada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hoje eu limpei minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;Amassei os papeis antigos.&lt;br /&gt;Joguei fora as tristezas escritas&lt;br /&gt;E tudo aquilo que não me faz bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu limpei minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;Tava sem tempo pra pensar em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Agora é olhar pra frente.&lt;br /&gt;Olhar o meu presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu limpei minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;Começei um novo caderno de sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Uma caneta nova.&lt;br /&gt; Uma vida feita pra mim e mais ninguém." \õ/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-4482990785943646150?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/4482990785943646150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=4482990785943646150' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/4482990785943646150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/4482990785943646150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/01/alma-lavada.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-9123497763592159329</id><published>2008-01-22T21:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T15:00:41.119-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/R5YhCyl2TsI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Ih2LhEPf_2Q/s1600-h/zz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158346755023457986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/R5YhCyl2TsI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Ih2LhEPf_2Q/s400/zz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Viva a tua maneira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não perca a estribeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saiba do teu valor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Teatro Mágico!! =D&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/1299553804079944788-9123497763592159329?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/9123497763592159329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=9123497763592159329' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/9123497763592159329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/9123497763592159329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/01/viva-tua-maneira-no-perca-estribeira.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/R5YhCyl2TsI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Ih2LhEPf_2Q/s72-c/zz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-6894180846237153483</id><published>2008-01-18T06:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:36:57.762-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/R5AQVSl2TmI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KmvmjiyIIws/s1600-h/P1080228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156639531293101666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="178" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/R5AQVSl2TmI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KmvmjiyIIws/s400/P1080228.JPG" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Vamos tirar foto? -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu cabelo tá duro! -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Culpa da anta que apertou o extintor no Malagueta --' - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahh, dá nada! Arruma ele ae que do jeito que voê deixar ele vai ficar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem dúvida! Adoooooro! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aii como me divirto com essas duuas...Outro dia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Aii que odio, ontem foi a primeira vez que não estragou minha chapinha ATÉ apertarem o extintor. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahh por falar nisso, Ree você sofreu pra lavar seu cabelo hoje? - Por que? - Aii pq aquela coisa GRUDOU no meu cabelo e o shampoo não fazia espuma, tive que lavar três vezes pra ele aparentar limpo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Nossa verdade o meu também foi um sacrifico pra lavar e tirar aquilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Ahh o meu eu nem seei, não lavei meu cabelo ainda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Final de semana DIVERTIDISSIMO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Buri Fest Folia- 12 de janeiro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;às 05:45...(as primeiras e últimas)&lt;/span&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/1299553804079944788-6894180846237153483?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/6894180846237153483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=6894180846237153483' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/6894180846237153483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/6894180846237153483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/01/vamos-tirar-foto-meu-cabelo-t-duro.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/R5AQVSl2TmI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KmvmjiyIIws/s72-c/P1080228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-2711988185215985361</id><published>2008-01-16T17:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:48:38.557-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento "Day" =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acredito que o caráter a lealdade das pessoas devem predominar sempre;&lt;br /&gt;e que a Amizade sincera e palavras verdadeiras ainda são as melhores coisas para os nossos dias e é oque nos conforta!&lt;br /&gt;Existem pessoas que surgem do nada; passam muito rápido por nossas vidas, mas deixam grandes marcas e maravilhosas recordações dentro da nossa mente e dos nossos corações!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;NUNCA USE MÁSCARAS...POIS AS MÁSCARAS SEMPRE CAEM! =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja você,Pense, Fale, Cante, Dance, exponha suas opinoões, defenda suas idéias, curta e viva!&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre dou importância pro que os outros falam &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FÁCIL É FALAR; DIFÍCIL É SER EU"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeça a Deus pela vida...por acordar e poder ver as coisas belas que a ele nos oferece.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeça pela Sáude e pelos Amigos! e Agradeça mais ainda pela &lt;strong&gt;FAMÍLIA,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo com todas as letras..&lt;strong&gt;"A MINHA é O MEU ALICERCE"!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Acredite que coisas insignificantes podem tornar seu dia perfeito"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"ACREDITE QUE NADA É POR ACASO"! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajude o próximo, seja solidário, mas não com a intensão de ter o retorno breve, e sim com a conseciência que:&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto vc come uma banana reclamando, vem um logo atrás e come a casca feliz da vida"!&lt;br /&gt;Bens materiais não me preocupam..(Quando eu morrer não vou levar nada)!&lt;br /&gt;Cultive a natureza...pois como diz o ditado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."Quando a última árvore tiver caído&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...quando o último rio tiver secado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...quando o último peixe for pescado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;,...vocês vão entender que dinheiro não se come." =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhe...Estude...Viaje, Conheça pessoas novas. ;), Leia.&lt;br /&gt;Escute muitaaaa MÚSICAAAAAAAAAA!! (Me faz um bem ENORMEE)&lt;br /&gt;Nunca sinta inveja de um amigo, colega de trabalho ou de classe, pois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INVEJA É FALTA DE CAPACIDADE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e vc pode ir muito mais além do que imagina!&lt;br /&gt;Tente progredir sempre, poréééém...sem tentar passar por cima dos outros..&lt;br /&gt;Pois o GRANDE lá encima confisca tudo tá?!&lt;br /&gt;Enfim: Faça sua vida valer a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;FAÇA DE CADA MOMENTO O MELHOR DE SUA VIDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEJA FEEELIIIZ!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Todos vêem as pinga que eu bebo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas se recusam a ver os tombos que eu levo"!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"A FELICIDADE E A ALEGRIA NATURALMETE ME ACOMPANHAM"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Òhh Meu Deus..&lt;br /&gt;Obrigaaaaada por tudooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayane Duarte =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-2711988185215985361?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/2711988185215985361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=2711988185215985361' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/2711988185215985361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/2711988185215985361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/01/momento-day.html' title='Momento &quot;Day&quot; =)'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-3230453391376152689</id><published>2008-01-14T01:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T19:44:26.601-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Segredo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/R4qFjCl2TkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/uR8K777Fbmk/s1600-h/P1080213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155079560516488770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/R4qFjCl2TkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/uR8K777Fbmk/s400/P1080213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seja simplismente você, admita suas falhas e reconheça seus valores.&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é saber o que voce tem, te faz bem e compreender que o que não tem, não te fará uma pessoa infeliz.&lt;br /&gt;Saiba agradecer por tudo que tem, até mesmo pelos problemas, porque são eles que irão te fortalecer.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeça por sua familia, que são os alicerces de sua vida e aos amigos que é a família que voce escolheu ter.&lt;br /&gt;Seja uma boa pessoa, seus princípios sempre tem que ser embasados na bondade.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tente auxiliar de alguma forma o próximo, pois a cooperação é uma otima forma de evolução pessoal.&lt;br /&gt;Saber viver é sentir o que se olha ...&lt;br /&gt;seja singularmente único na sua vida e tenha consciência que voce nasceu pra brilhar e querendo ou não &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a felicidade é algo inevitável na sua vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;By: "DJ" ALÊ!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eita pessoa especial viu!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;Nada acontece por acaso"? ;) ...Tudo ao seu tempo né!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;E que venham os Buri Fest Folia!! rs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&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/1299553804079944788-3230453391376152689?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/3230453391376152689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=3230453391376152689' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/3230453391376152689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/3230453391376152689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-segredo.html' title='O Segredo'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/R4qFjCl2TkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/uR8K777Fbmk/s72-c/P1080213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-838116356195860097</id><published>2008-01-12T13:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:58:34.191-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Aprendi que VIVER é ser LIVRE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Que ter amigos é NECESSÁRIO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Que lutar é manter-se vivo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Que para ser FELIZ basta QUERER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Que a vida é dura, mas eu tenho que ser mais ainda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Aprendi que o tempo CURA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Que a dor fortalece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Que a mágoa PASSA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Que a decepção NÃO mata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Que não posso escolher como me sinto, mas posso escolher o que fazer a respeito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Que hoje é reflexo do ontem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Compreendi que podemos chorar sem derramar lágrimas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Que os verdadeiros amigos, PERMANECEM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Que os falsos, graças a Deus vão embora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Que a dor fortalece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Que vencer engrandece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Aprendi que sonhar NÃO é fantasiar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Que pra sorrir TEM QUE fazer alguem sorrir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Que a beleza não está no que vemos e sim no que SENTIMOS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Que o valor está na força da conquista...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Compreendi que as palavras tem MUUITA força...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Que fazer é MELHOR que falar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Que o olhar NÃO mente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Que VIVER é APRENDER com os ERROS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Aprendi que tudo depende da vontade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Que o melhor é ser EU MESMA !!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Que o SEGREDO da vida é VIVER.&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/1299553804079944788-838116356195860097?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/838116356195860097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=838116356195860097' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/838116356195860097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/838116356195860097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2008/01/aprendi-que-viver-ser-livre.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-1098279051224423451</id><published>2007-12-03T03:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:21:11.068-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;PERTO DE VOCÊ!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando começar o frio, dentro de nós&lt;br /&gt;tudo em volta parece tão quieto&lt;br /&gt;tudo em volta não parece perto&lt;br /&gt;toda volta parece o mais certo&lt;br /&gt;certo é estar perto sem estar&lt;br /&gt;perto de você, sou tão perto de você, sou tão perto de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o tempo não passar, dentro de nós&lt;br /&gt;cada hora é como uma semana&lt;br /&gt;cada novo alô é mais bacanacada carta que eu nunca recebo&lt;br /&gt;é sempre um motivo pra lembrar&lt;br /&gt;sou tão perto de você&lt;br /&gt;Vida amarga, como é doce a dor da palavra dita de tão longe,&lt;br /&gt;dita de tão longe, dita de tão longe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando alguém se machuca,&lt;br /&gt;dentro de nóstoda culpa parece resposta&lt;br /&gt;nossa busca não parece noss&lt;br /&gt;anosso dia já não tem mais festanão tem pressa nem onde chegar&lt;br /&gt;sou tão perto de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a paz se anunciar, dentro de nós&lt;br /&gt;é porque aquilo que nos cega, mostra um outro lado da moeda&lt;br /&gt;que não apaga as coisas do meu peitoo preço é me fazer acreditar&lt;br /&gt;sou tão perto de você&lt;br /&gt;Vida amarga, como é doce a dor da palavra dita de tão longe,&lt;br /&gt;dita de tão longe, dita de tão longe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qando a música acabar, dentro de nós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(O Teatro Mágico)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-1098279051224423451?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/1098279051224423451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=1098279051224423451' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/1098279051224423451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/1098279051224423451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2007/12/perto-de-voc-quando-comear-o-frio.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-3272345295032205947</id><published>2007-12-02T02:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:22:19.435-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amanha apaixone-se...&lt;br /&gt;Por que o dia seguinte é o dia mais importante da sua vida,&lt;br /&gt;É no dia seguinte que sabemos se o dia de ontem valeu a pena,&lt;br /&gt;É no dia seguinte que acordamos para a realidade ou dormimos no sonho,&lt;br /&gt;A vida da gente começa no dia seguinte, e só existe uma maneira de viver:&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonado!&lt;br /&gt;Por isso dance, dance como se ninguém tivesse vendo você,&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhe, como se não precisasse de dinheiro,&lt;br /&gt;Corra, como se não houvesse a chegada,&lt;br /&gt;Ame, como se nunca tivesse sido magoado,&lt;br /&gt;Acredite, como se não houvesse frustração,&lt;br /&gt;Grite como se ninguém estivesse ouvindo,&lt;br /&gt;Beije, como se fosse eterno,&lt;br /&gt;Sorria, como se não existissem lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;Abrace, como se fossem todos amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Durma, como se não houvesse amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;Crie, como se não existisse crítica,&lt;br /&gt;Vá, como se não precisasse voltar,&lt;br /&gt;Acorde, como se nunca mais você fosse dormir de novo,&lt;br /&gt;Faça a próxima viajem, como se fosse a última,&lt;br /&gt;Vista-se, como se não conhecesse espelho,&lt;br /&gt;Proponha, como se não existisse as recusas,&lt;br /&gt;Brinque, como se não tivesse crescido,&lt;br /&gt;Levante, como se não tivesse caído,&lt;br /&gt;Case, como se não houvesse outra,&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhe, como se não houvesse medo,&lt;br /&gt;Ouça, como se não existisse o certo ou o errado,&lt;br /&gt;Fale, como se não existisse o certo ou o errado,&lt;br /&gt;Aprecie, como se fosse eterno,&lt;br /&gt;Viva, como se não houvesse fim,&lt;br /&gt;Prefira ser, ou invés de ter,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir, em vez de fingir,Andar, em vez de parar,&lt;br /&gt;Ver, em vez de esconder,&lt;br /&gt;Abrir, em vez de fechar,&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonar-se é um exercício de jardinagem:&lt;br /&gt;Arranque o que faz mal, prepare o terreno, semeie, seja paciente...&lt;br /&gt;Espere, regue e cuide...terá um jardim...&lt;br /&gt;Mas esteja preparado, porque haverá pragas, secas, ou excesso de chuvas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se desistir, não terá um jardim, terá um desacampado...A paixão não se vê, não se guarda, não se prende, não se controla, não se compra, não se vende, não se fabrica...&lt;br /&gt;A paixão é a diferença entre o sucesso e o fracasso,&lt;br /&gt;Entre a dúvida e a certeza,&lt;br /&gt;Entre aqueles que gostam do que fazem e daqueles que fazem porque gostam...&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonados não esperam, agem...&lt;br /&gt;A paixão é o que faz coisas iguais serem diferentes,&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se que a arca de Noé foi construída por apaixonados, que nada conheciam de navegação e embarcação,&lt;br /&gt;E o Titanic foi feito por engenheiros profissionais fabulosos que queriam mostrar seu poder, Amanhã, quando acordar..pense se hoje valeu a pena e apaixone-se&lt;br /&gt;Porque em 24h vc vai entrar no dia mais importante da sua vida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia seguinte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-3272345295032205947?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-7996449113530295702</id><published>2007-11-30T07:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:22:58.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Metade de mim agora é assim..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;De um lado a poesia , o verbo , a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAUDADE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do outro a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUTA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FORÇA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CORAGEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pra chegar ao fim!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-7996449113530295702?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/7996449113530295702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=7996449113530295702' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/7996449113530295702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/7996449113530295702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2007/11/metade-de-mim-agora-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte 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style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a um homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Manuel Bandeira )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALGO A DIZER??&lt;br /&gt;ò Meu Deus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-6317160043245432847?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/6317160043245432847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=6317160043245432847' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Se você quer voar, as únicas asas que você precisará se chamam &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;VONTADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CORAGEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-3979464652050230012?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/3979464652050230012/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=3979464652050230012' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/3979464652050230012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/3979464652050230012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2007/11/se-voc-quer-voar-as-nicas-asas-que-voc.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-5179172382125238225</id><published>2007-11-30T07:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T01:55:09.853-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Onde Você Vê ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Onde você vê um obstáculo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;alguém vê o término da viagem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;o outro vê uma chance de crescer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Onde você vê um motivo pra se irritar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Alguém vê a tragédia total &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E o outro vê uma prova para sua paciência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Onde você vê a morte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Alguém vê o fim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E o outro vê o começo de uma nova etapa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Onde você vê a fortuna, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Alguém vê a riqueza material &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E o outro pode encontrar por trás de tudo, a dor e a miséria total. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Onde você vê a teimosia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Alguém vê a ignorância, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Um outro compreende as limitações do companheiro, percebendo que cada qual caminha em seu próprio passo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E que é inútil querer apressar o passo do outro, a não ser que ele deseje isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cada qual vê o que quer, pode ou consegue enxergar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Porque eu sou do tamanho do que vejo. E não do tamanho da minha altura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;" Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-5179172382125238225?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/5179172382125238225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=5179172382125238225' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/5179172382125238225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/5179172382125238225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2007/11/onde-voc-v.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-8369197494735852803</id><published>2007-11-30T07:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T02:02:32.718-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois de algum tempo, vc aprende a diferença, a sutil diferença entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma.&lt;br /&gt;E vc aprende q amar não significa apoiar-se, e q companhia nem sempre significa segurança.&lt;br /&gt;E começa a aprender q bejos não são contratos e presentes não são promessas.&lt;br /&gt;E começa a&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aceitar suas derrotas de cabeça erguida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e olhos adiante, com a graça de um adulto e não com a tristeza de uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;E aprende a construir todas as suas estradas no hj, pq o terreno do amanhã é incerto demais para os planos, e o futuro tem o costume de cair em meio ao vão.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um tempo, vc aprende q o sol queima se ficar muito exposto por muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;E aprende q não importa o quanto vc se importe, algumas pessoas simplesmente não se importam.&lt;br /&gt;E aceita q não importa quão boa seja uma pessoa, ela vai feri-lo de vez em quando.&lt;br /&gt;E vc precisa perdoá-la por isso. Aprende q falar pode aliviar dores emocionais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Descobre q demora anos para construir confiança e apenas segundos para destrui-la, e que vc pode fazer coisas em um instante, das quais se arrependará pelo resto da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Aprende q verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer mesmo a longas distâncias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E o q importa não é o q vc tem na vida,mas quem vc tem na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;q bons amigos são a familia que nos permitiram escolher.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendemos q não temos q mudar de amigos se compreendermos q os amigos mudam, percebe q seu amigo (a) e vc podem fazer qualquer coisa, ou NADA, e terem bons momentos juntos. Descobre q as pessoas q vc mais se importa na vida são tomadas de vc muito depressa, por isso, sempre devemos deixar as pessoas q amamos com palavras amorosas, pode ser a última vez q as vejamos.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende q as circunstancias e os ambientes tem influencia sob nós, mas nós somos responsáveis por nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;Começa a aprender q não se deve comparar com os outros, mas com o melhor q pode ser. Descobre q se leva muito tempo para se tornar a pessoa q quer ser e q o tempo é curto.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende q não importa onde já chegou. mas onde esta indo, mas se vc não sabe para onde esta indo, qualquer lugar serve.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que, ou vc controla seus atos ou eles o controlarão, e q ser flexível não significa ser fraco ou não ter personalidade, pois não importa quão delicada seja esta situação, sempre existe 2 lados.&lt;br /&gt;E aprende q heróis são pessoas q fizeram o q era necessário fazer, enfrentando as consequências. Aprende q paciência requer muita prática.&lt;br /&gt;Descobre q algumas vezes a pessoa q vc espera que o chute quando vc cai, é uma das pessoas q o ajudam a levantar-se.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende q maturidade tem mais a ver com os tipos de experiências q se teve e o q vc aprendeu com elas...do que quantos aniversários vc celebrou.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende q há mais de seus pais em vc do que vc suponha.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende q nunca se deve dizer a uma criança que os sonhos são bobagens.&lt;br /&gt;Poucas coisas são tão humilhantes e seria uma tragédia se ela acreditasse nisso.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende q quando esta com raiva tem o direito de estar com raiva, mas isso não te dá o direito de ser cruel.&lt;br /&gt;escobre que só pq alguém não a ama do jeito q vc quer q ame, não significa q esse alguém não a ame com td o q pede, pois existem pessoas q nos amam, mas simplesmente não sabem demonstrar ou viver isso.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende q nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém, algumas vezes vc tem que aprender a perdoar-se a si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende q com a mesma severidade com q julga, vc será em algum momento condenado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Aprende q não importa em quantos pedaços seu coração foi partido, o mundo não pára para q vc o conserte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende q o tempo não é algo q possa voltar para trás.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;...plante seu jardim e decore sua alma, ao invés de esperar q alguém lhe traga flores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;E vc aprende que realmente pode suportar...que realmente é forte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;SE NÃO FOSSE O MEDO DE TENTAR !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;E q realmente a vida tem valor, e que VOCÊ tem valor diante da vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-8369197494735852803?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/8369197494735852803/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=8369197494735852803' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/8369197494735852803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/8369197494735852803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2007/11/depois-de-algum-tempo-vc-aprende.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-6239838625796317133</id><published>2007-11-30T07:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T01:35:56.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Se eu morrer antes de você, faça-me um favor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Chore o quanto quiser, mas não brigue com Deus por Ele haver me levado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Se não quiser chorar, não chore. Se não conseguir chorar, não se preocupe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Se tiver vontade de rir, ria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Se alguns amigos contarem algum fato a meu respeito, ouça e acrescente sua versão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Se me elogiarem demais, corrija o exagero. Se me criticarem demais, defenda-me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Se me quiserem fazer um santo, só porque morri, mostre que eu tinha um pouco de santo, mas estava longe de ser o santo que me pintam. Se me quiserem fazer um demônio, mostre que eu talvez tivesse um pouco de demônio, mas que a vida inteira eu tentei ser bom e amigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Se falarem mais de mim do que de Jesus Cristo, chame a atenção deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Se sentir saudade e quiser falar comigo, fale com Jesus e eu ouvirei. Espero estar com Ele o suficiente para continuar sendo útil a você, lá onde estiver. E se tiver vontade de escrever alguma coisa sobre mim, diga apenas uma frase : ' Foi meu amigo, acreditou em mim e me quis mais perto de Deus !' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Aí, então derrame uma lágrima. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Eu não estarei presente para enxuga-la, mas não faz mal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Outros amigos farão isso no meu lugar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;E, vendo-me bem substituído, irei cuidar de minha nova tarefa no céu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Mas, de vez em quando, dê uma espiadinha na direção de Deus. Você não me verá, mas eu ficaria muito feliz vendo você olhar para Ele. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;E, quando chegar a sua vez de ir para o Pai, aí, sem nenhum véu a separar a gente, vamos viver, em Deus, a amizade que aqui nos preparou para Ele. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Você acredita nessas coisas ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sim??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Então ore para que nós dois vivamos como quem sabe que vai morrer um dia, e que morramos como quem soube viver direito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Amizade só faz sentido se traz o céu para mais perto da gente, e se inaugura aqui mesmo o seu começo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Eu não vou estranhar o céu . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sabe porque ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Porque... Ser seu amigo já é um pedaço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Para todos meus verdadeiros AMIGOS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Dayane Duartte!!&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/1299553804079944788-6239838625796317133?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/6239838625796317133/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=6239838625796317133' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/6239838625796317133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/6239838625796317133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2007/11/se-eu-morrer-antes-de-voc-faa-me-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-5553855963115070464</id><published>2007-11-25T22:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:02:42.066-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Eu procuro a felicidade olhando para frente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;não tenho arrependimento do passado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;não tenho medo do presente e nenhuma preocupação com o futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Basta colocar um pé diante do outro e pronto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;a felicidade e a alegria naturalmente me acompanham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ó Meu Deus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Obrigada por Tudoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;(Saúde, Família, Amigos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;e tudo o que me faz bem..!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dayane Duarte!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-5553855963115070464?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/5553855963115070464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=5553855963115070464' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/5553855963115070464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/5553855963115070464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2007/11/eu-procuro-felicidade-olhando-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-4330294569092965279</id><published>2007-11-25T21:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T16:07:43.785-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt; - Sєjα fєliz..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Não pєrcα os bons momentos  dα vidα por simplєs coisαs ou problєmαs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;αfinαl dє contαs, como diziα o rei, no finαl tdo dαrá certo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;є os bons momєntos  não voltαrão!       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;~(Bob Mαrlєy)~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-4330294569092965279?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/4330294569092965279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=4330294569092965279' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/4330294569092965279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/4330294569092965279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2007/11/sj-fliz.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-5311695308375571319</id><published>2007-11-25T21:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:54:04.397-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ORAÇÃO DAS CRIANÇAS COM NECESSIDADES ESPECIAIS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bem aventurados os que compreendem o meu estranho passo ao caminhar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bem aventurados os que compreendem que, ainda que os meus olhos brilhem, minha mente é lenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bem aventurados os que olham e não vêem a comida que eu deixo cair fora do prato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bem aventurados os que, com um sorriso nos lábios, me estimulam a tentar mais uma vez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bem aventurados os que nunca me lembram que hoje fiz a mesma pergunta duas vezes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bem aventurados os que compreendem que é difícil converter em palavras meus pensamentos. Bem aventurados os que escutam, pois eu também tenho algo a dizer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bem aventurados os que sabem o que sente o meu coração, embora não o possa expressar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bem aventurados os que me amam como sou, tão somente como sou, e não como eles gostariam que eu fosse.&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/1299553804079944788-5311695308375571319?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/5311695308375571319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=5311695308375571319' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/5311695308375571319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/5311695308375571319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2007/11/orao-das-crianas-com-necessidades.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-6906825992906982083</id><published>2007-11-25T21:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T15:30:47.194-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Sem sonhos, a vida não tem brilho.&lt;br /&gt;Sem metas, os sonhos não têm alicerces.&lt;br /&gt;Sem prioridades, os sonhos não se tornam reais.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhe, trace metas, estabeleça prioridades e corra riscos para executar seus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Melhor é errar por tentar do que errar por se omitir!&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo dos tropeços da jornada(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Augusto Cury&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-6906825992906982083?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/6906825992906982083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=6906825992906982083' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Aprendι que são os pequenos αcontecιmentos dιárιos que tornαm α vιdα espetαculαr."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Wιllιαm Shαkespeαre)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-1441308415806324673?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/1441308415806324673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=1441308415806324673' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/1441308415806324673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/1441308415806324673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2007/11/aprend-que-so-os-pequenos-contecmentos.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-8599646000177043277</id><published>2007-11-25T21:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T15:11:32.031-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O medíocre discute pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.O comum discute fatos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O sábio discute idéias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FAÇA DE CADA MOMENTO, O MELHOR DE SUA VIDA ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-8599646000177043277?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/8599646000177043277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=8599646000177043277' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/8599646000177043277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/8599646000177043277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-medocre-discute-pessoas.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-1878079729475225032</id><published>2007-11-05T01:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T18:58:38.912-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Se".....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Você disse que não sabe se não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas também não tem certeza que sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quer saber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando é assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Deixa vir do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você sabe que eu só penso em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você diz que só vive pensando em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pode serSe é assimVocê tem que largar a mão do não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Soltar essa louca, arder de paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não há como doer pra decidir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Só dizer sim ou não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas você adora um se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu levo a sério mas você disfarça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Você me diz à beça e eu nessa de horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;E me remete ao frio que vem lá do sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Insiste em zero a zero e eu quero um a um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sei lá o que te dá, não quer meu calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;São Jorge, por favor me empresta o dragão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mais fácil aprender japonês em braile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Do que você decidir se dá ou não"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Para minha querida Amiga "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ana Júlia&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Te adoro Ana!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1299553804079944788-1878079729475225032?l=fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/feeds/1878079729475225032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1299553804079944788&amp;postID=1878079729475225032' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/1878079729475225032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1299553804079944788/posts/default/1878079729475225032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/2007/11/se.html' title='&quot;Se&quot;.....'/><author><name>Dayane Duarte ★</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02442220113891358420</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/_pp3rXGpj90I/SybtQfjPNeI/AAAAAAAABHA/vc06Re3U2tM/S220/040409170526.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1299553804079944788.post-5980728716225290428</id><published>2007-11-04T00:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T19:27:02.202-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cada um tem de mim exatamente o que cativou, e cada um é responsável pelo que cativou, não suporto falsidade e mentira, a verdade pode machucar, mas é sempre mais digna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Bom mesmo é ir a luta com determinação, abraçar a vida e viver com paixão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Perder com classe e vencer com ousadia, pois o triunfo pertence a quem mais se atreve e a vida é muito para ser insignificante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu faço e abuso da felicidade e não desisto dos meus sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O mundo está nas mãos daqueles que tem coragem de sonhar e correr o risco de viver seus sonhos. \o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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