<?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-7256561168159541932</id><updated>2012-01-23T07:32:24.524-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Por Siempre AC</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-5262352674456184163</id><published>2011-10-02T13:41:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T14:15:23.887-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De chegadas e descobertas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A primavera chegou e com ela muitas mudanças...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tenho vivido uma fase na qual eu descubro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; tantas coisas, todos os dias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coisas sobre mim, coisas sobre a vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como a minha querida &lt;a href="http://www.acasosafortunados.com/"&gt;Lena&lt;/a&gt; diz: a gente veio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; pra essa vida ser feliz! Chega de rituais de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; sofrimento, chega de por a culpa no mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; e nos outros pelo que acontece, pelo que fazem com você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somo nós os responsáveis por nossa vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as escolhas são nossas... Mas não deixe de escolher,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;escolha com a coração, pois se você errar assim, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vai errar o erro certo. E não tenha medo de errar, é tudo o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; que você já fez de errado e certo na vida que faz você ser quem é hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu agradeço, agradeço por todos os erros... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;foram eles que me trouxeram essa linda &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;primavera, não apenas a que está lá fora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas a que floresce hoje... dentro de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mrI0ufAMIbM/ToiZq1Em-PI/AAAAAAAAAfA/S_P-OTwPF-o/s320/primavera-011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658941892870994162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenho ouvido tanto... --&amp;gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dU0QszM9nQk"&gt;aki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-5262352674456184163?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/5262352674456184163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2011/10/primavera-chegou-e-com-ela-muitas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/5262352674456184163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/5262352674456184163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2011/10/primavera-chegou-e-com-ela-muitas.html' title='De chegadas e descobertas'/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mrI0ufAMIbM/ToiZq1Em-PI/AAAAAAAAAfA/S_P-OTwPF-o/s72-c/primavera-011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-1126527202158770500</id><published>2011-09-05T01:06:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T12:26:13.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Daq3JHX2p4/TmRQUNQGJSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/IIAbsCGvBiI/s1600/entrega.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 169px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Daq3JHX2p4/TmRQUNQGJSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/IIAbsCGvBiI/s200/entrega.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648728140714222882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu tento fugir, mas quando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; percebo e dou por mim já estou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aqui outra vez  tentando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; encontrar respostas,tentando me encontrar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Normalmente quando escrevo costumo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;estar triste, mas hoje não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Não tem tristeza aqui. É pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Não se encontra nada quando se procura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;algo onde esse algo não existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As vezes para alguma coisa florir é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;preciso mais que cuidado ou fé... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;é preciso semente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ser constante na busca não é suficiente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Fora do lugar como uma pessoa pode &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;buscar e encontrar algo que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; lhe corresponda?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Elenita Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(251, 94, 83); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-1126527202158770500?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/1126527202158770500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-tento-fugir-mas-quando-percebo-e-dou.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/1126527202158770500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/1126527202158770500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-tento-fugir-mas-quando-percebo-e-dou.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Daq3JHX2p4/TmRQUNQGJSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/IIAbsCGvBiI/s72-c/entrega.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-5409499045829910226</id><published>2011-06-26T16:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T16:35:34.269-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te di mi amor y mi corazón,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;que más podria hacer yo?&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/7256561168159541932-5409499045829910226?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/5409499045829910226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2011/06/te-di-mi-amor-y-mi-corazon-que-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/5409499045829910226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/5409499045829910226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2011/06/te-di-mi-amor-y-mi-corazon-que-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-1333678792162984988</id><published>2011-06-23T00:10:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T00:21:33.882-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_09IoZLbk9A/TgKwzfycieI/AAAAAAAAAd4/q3XrBm03aRM/s1600/rememberme_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_09IoZLbk9A/TgKwzfycieI/AAAAAAAAAd4/q3XrBm03aRM/s320/rememberme_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621249683664701922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"O que quer que você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; faça na vida será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; insignificante, mas é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;muito importante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;que você faça porque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ninguém mais vai fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;É como quando alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; entra na sua vida e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;metade de você diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;que você ainda não está &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;preparado, mas a outra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; metade diz :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;faça ela ser sua pra sempre..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-1333678792162984988?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/1333678792162984988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-que-quer-que-voce-faca-na-vida-sera.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/1333678792162984988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/1333678792162984988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-que-quer-que-voce-faca-na-vida-sera.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_09IoZLbk9A/TgKwzfycieI/AAAAAAAAAd4/q3XrBm03aRM/s72-c/rememberme_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-1921172231715349956</id><published>2011-06-19T12:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T12:43:14.135-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AQUI ESTOY YO</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="286"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EsfSuL-VFBw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EsfSuL-VFBw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="286" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&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/7256561168159541932-1921172231715349956?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/1921172231715349956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2011/06/aqui-estoy-yo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/1921172231715349956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/1921172231715349956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2011/06/aqui-estoy-yo.html' title='AQUI ESTOY YO'/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-2804738844564742341</id><published>2011-06-15T23:58:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T00:12:45.385-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RETRATO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CUcEcNl7HG8/Tfl0Uji_7OI/AAAAAAAAAdw/JQNfdiTDDYs/s1600/espelho.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CUcEcNl7HG8/Tfl0Uji_7OI/AAAAAAAAAdw/JQNfdiTDDYs/s200/espelho.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618649906609646818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não tinha este rosto de hoje,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;assim calmo, assim triste, assim magro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;nem estes olhos tão vazios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;nem o lábio amargo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não tinha essas mãos sem força,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;tão paradas e frias e mortas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;eu não tinha esse coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;que nem se mostra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Eu não dei por esta mudança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;tão simples, tão certa, tão fácil;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Em que espelho ficou perdida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;a minha face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cecília Meireles&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/7256561168159541932-2804738844564742341?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/2804738844564742341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2011/06/retrato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/2804738844564742341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/2804738844564742341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2011/06/retrato.html' title='RETRATO'/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CUcEcNl7HG8/Tfl0Uji_7OI/AAAAAAAAAdw/JQNfdiTDDYs/s72-c/espelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-755235347756344705</id><published>2011-06-12T16:21:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T16:27:07.766-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANNA BE THE RAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BsccQ5TD0sQ/TfURzgft9PI/AAAAAAAAAdM/_PTdcgffIeI/s1600/casal%2Bchuva%255B6%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BsccQ5TD0sQ/TfURzgft9PI/AAAAAAAAAdM/_PTdcgffIeI/s400/casal%2Bchuva%255B6%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617415686808532210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; " &gt;It's not enough to be the one who holds you. It's not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt; to be the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;one you're close to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt; i want to be so much more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;the love that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;living for the air you breathe ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; " &gt; I wanna be everything that touches you, everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; " &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna be the rain that falls on you washes away the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I wanna be the sun that shines on you warms your world each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; I wanna be the sky that holds the stars for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;so you never lose your way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I wanna be the wind that kisses your face.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I wanna be the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It's not enough for me to be around you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; i wanna be everything that surrounds you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The sunlight upon your skin each breath that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; you're breathing, all that you need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I wanna be everything that touches you, everything.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-755235347756344705?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/755235347756344705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-wanna-be-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/755235347756344705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/755235347756344705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-wanna-be-rain.html' title='I WANNA BE THE RAIN'/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BsccQ5TD0sQ/TfURzgft9PI/AAAAAAAAAdM/_PTdcgffIeI/s72-c/casal%2Bchuva%255B6%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-818357867177697999</id><published>2011-06-11T13:07:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T16:29:52.537-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wBTJ0C5ifwo/TfUQJM5NxgI/AAAAAAAAAdE/5NcXRjaMyRs/s1600/REdacao.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wBTJ0C5ifwo/TfUQJM5NxgI/AAAAAAAAAdE/5NcXRjaMyRs/s200/REdacao.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617413860480632322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Faz muito que não escrevo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; penso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;inclusive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;que já não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; sei fazê-lo direito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mas, existirá uma regra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;para isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dizem que o ato  de escrever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;composto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;de 10% de prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; e 90% de transpiração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Penso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;então &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;que só sei fazê-lo 10%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Escrever para mim nunca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;será um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;trabalho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;não sei fazê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-lo assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Escrevo apenas quando sinto tanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;e tão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;profundamente que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;palavras já não conseguem ficar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;guardadas dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Escrevo quando tenho algo a dizer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;não para os outros, mas para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Escrever nada mais é que um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;monólogo, uma conversa que travo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;comigo mesma, uma conversa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;muitas vezes sem fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Respostas? Por alguns momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;as tenho, mas dificilmente as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;obtenho definitivamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;elas sempre me levam a mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;s e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;a mais perguntas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mas que graça teria se eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;encontrasse todas as respostas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wBTJ0C5ifwo/TfUQJM5NxgI/AAAAAAAAAdE/5NcXRjaMyRs/s72-c/REdacao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-8153759814894929944</id><published>2011-06-01T01:02:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T16:30:19.108-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Eu jurei que nunca mais choraria por quem não merecesse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;jurei que nunca mais choraria por você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hoje, depois de mais de um ano, quebrei essa promessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não que eu sinta sua falta, que eu queira outra vez estar contigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não sinto, não quero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O que acontece é que as feridas que você deixou em meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;jamais se cicatrizarão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Você matou parte de mim, matou a parte que eu mais gostava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Depois de você já não funciono direito.&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/7256561168159541932-8153759814894929944?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/8153759814894929944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2011/06/eu-jurei-que-nunca-mais-choraria-por.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/8153759814894929944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/8153759814894929944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PYvpzgBW1IU/TbOkzg5ytXI/AAAAAAAAAcY/rtPUBIJoTTU/s400/-Pepa-y-Silvia-pepa-silvia-13483516-683-1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598999966664275314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Y aparecio en tu vida la chica de tus sueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;s,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;tu princesa herida y ella curo tu inferno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;lo que tu no sabias que aunque nacieras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;princesa no querias un Romeo esperabas a Julieta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nadie supo explicarte porque la querias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;que el hombre de tu vida se llamava María,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;pero escuchame amiga si ella tambien quiere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;amarte no hay que darle mas vueltas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;yo se que es por amor al arte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;es por amor al arte..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Em homenagem a duas atrizes incríveis, Marian Aguilera e  Laura Sanchez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;que deram vida a uma linda história de amor entre Silvia e Pepa no seriado LOS HOMBRES DE PACO produzido pela rede de tv espanhola ANTENA3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;São essas histórias e personagens que ainda me fazem sonhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7256561168159541932-6163903167890110222?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/6163903167890110222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-5578785240378001765?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/5578785240378001765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2010/02/estou-enlouquecendo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/5578785240378001765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/5578785240378001765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2010/02/estou-enlouquecendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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nunca y no se que hacer&lt;br /&gt;Despierto y &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;te recuerdo&lt;/span&gt; al amanecer&lt;br /&gt;Espera otro dia por vivir sin ti&lt;br /&gt;El espejo no miente me veo tan diferente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Me haces falta tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La gente pasa y pasa siempre tan igual&lt;br /&gt;El ritmo de la vida me parece mal&lt;br /&gt;Era tan diferente cuando estabas tu&lt;br /&gt;Si que era diferente cuando estabas tu&lt;br /&gt;No hay nada mas &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dificil&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;vivir sin ti&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-4563775142543617570?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SsFBvHnzQgI/AAAAAAAAAY0/0kFUEWGXw-M/s72-c/buddypoke.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-4126378199528107671</id><published>2009-09-18T19:43:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T19:55:29.747-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sentir como se não pudesse mais respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cair, cair, cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sem nada ou ninguém pra lhe salvar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Querer gritar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ter tudo fora do lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Simplesmente te amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-4126378199528107671?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/4126378199528107671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/09/sentir-como-se-nao-pudesse-mais.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos os dias quando amanhece agradeço por tudo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;conquistei, por tudo que conquistamos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;divagradeço&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por juntas termos tornado realiade o que um &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dia não era nada, nada além de um sonho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu simplesmente ponhos meus fones nos ouvidos e saio por ai, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com um sorrisso no rosto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como esconder algo que está nítido em meu olhar? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como calar essa voz que grita dentro de mim?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda temos um longo caminho a percorrer, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;muitos passos a serem dados...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nossa história está apenas começando.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-4984077390191454570?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/4984077390191454570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/09/todos-os-dias-quando-amanhece-agradeco.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/4984077390191454570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/4984077390191454570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/09/todos-os-dias-quando-amanhece-agradeco.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-3924799426961009862</id><published>2009-09-11T19:20:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:45:23.537-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrRKbB-NOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/TI4_P3F2TS8/s1600-h/OgAAAN2WnwXzY7hEEAPUEbj0EklIvkDttBRmEj_6sL8RWsbtoseJH5WcxEP5797nWSoFtoHUAgJ2rnmD9p28fROeGMoAm1T1UPiAerZn4jVv1YHR_lt9IMwPt1VS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380342681832404194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrRKbB-NOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/TI4_P3F2TS8/s320/OgAAAN2WnwXzY7hEEAPUEbj0EklIvkDttBRmEj_6sL8RWsbtoseJH5WcxEP5797nWSoFtoHUAgJ2rnmD9p28fROeGMoAm1T1UPiAerZn4jVv1YHR_lt9IMwPt1VS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Annie you're a star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And all the world will know your name&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/7256561168159541932-3924799426961009862?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/3924799426961009862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/09/annie-youre-star-and-all-world-will.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/3924799426961009862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/3924799426961009862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/09/annie-youre-star-and-all-world-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrRKbB-NOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/TI4_P3F2TS8/s72-c/OgAAAN2WnwXzY7hEEAPUEbj0EklIvkDttBRmEj_6sL8RWsbtoseJH5WcxEP5797nWSoFtoHUAgJ2rnmD9p28fROeGMoAm1T1UPiAerZn4jVv1YHR_lt9IMwPt1VS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-2433942593684709988</id><published>2009-09-02T21:48:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T18:36:45.914-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já faz muito tempo que precisava vir aqui desabafar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;um pouco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anda meio difícil encontrar tempo em meio a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tantas atividades, mas enfim...cá estou.&lt;br /&gt;O que eu vou escrever hoje é um pouco diferente de tudo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que já &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;escrevi nas folhas anteriores. Mas como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;começar ? Bom, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tentarei encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o “começo”. É óbvio que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nem tudo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;está igual e a cada dia que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;passa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eu posso ver nitidamente como as coisas mudam.&lt;br /&gt;Os sentimentos ? Acredito que sejam os mesmos...&lt;br /&gt;Qual seria a diferença ? Eles se alteram e assumem novas&lt;br /&gt;posições o tempo todo; é como se vivessem despencando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e se reerguendo a cada instante,sem tempos e&lt;br /&gt;nem momentos exatos. São tantas dúvidas em meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pensamento... tantas hipóteses em minha cabeça,&lt;br /&gt;mas nenhuma delas bate com as do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes penso que ter começado com tudo isso foi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;um erro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;absurdo, e ter deixado as coisas tomarem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;esse rumo é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;algo que não se pode reparar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por outro lado,me sinto bem e ao mesmo tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;feliz por as coisas serem assim; mesmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que na maioria das vezes,só pareça que as são,de fato.&lt;br /&gt;O pior é que eu sempre soube de tudo isso,mas e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que diferença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;isso faz agora ? NENHUMA.&lt;br /&gt;Eu acabei preferindo “correr os riscos”. Me arrependo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;em partes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas agora mesmo que eu quisesse,ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ao menos pudesse, não poderia voltar atrás. Acredito que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nada nessa vida é por acaso,e tudo acontece com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;um propósito... E a cada amanhecer me faço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as mesmas perguntas atrás das tão esperadas&lt;br /&gt;respostas que eu sei que nunca vão aparecer. &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/7256561168159541932-2433942593684709988?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/2433942593684709988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/09/ja-faz-muito-tempo-que-precisava-vir.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/2433942593684709988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/2433942593684709988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/09/ja-faz-muito-tempo-que-precisava-vir.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-8557727791398292130</id><published>2009-05-24T21:51:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:42:17.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonhos se realizam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aprendi isso com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Esperei tanto por esse dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quantas e quantas vezes fiquei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;imaginando como seria, o que eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;iria dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;De nada adiantou, com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;você não são necessárias palavras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;olhar pra você já basta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;te ter por perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Te procurei a vida toda, te tive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;por perto por algum tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;demorei a perceber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sonhos se realizam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aprendi isso com você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-8557727791398292130?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/8557727791398292130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/05/sonhos-se-realizam.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/8557727791398292130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/8557727791398292130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Cuando estas conmigo la noche tiene &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;CoLoR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y un beso es suficiente para entender el &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;AmOr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y al &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;AbRaZaRtE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;y sentir que me amas salen las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;aun si es de &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DiA &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y todos esos dias llenos de vacio se volvieron polvo&lt;br /&gt;cuando estas &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;CoNmIgO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; es bello mi alrededor&lt;br /&gt;y una &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SoNrIsA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;tuya derrite mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;Cuando estas conmigo el &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TiEmPo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pierde el valor&lt;br /&gt;y una caricia tuya me hace &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;VoLaR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hasta el sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TiEnE sEnTiDo lA vIdA pOrQuE eStAs CoNmIgO.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-7490615512665313539?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/7490615512665313539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/05/cuando-estas-conmigo-se-llena-mi.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/7490615512665313539'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SfTTY3Gd8EI/AAAAAAAAAVg/20GT19zWSbw/s1600-h/ATYAAADg5V0Qcb0qH4kQpnKnWxvjEO_5jeDUatMi7wzaGftVU4N6DhrWApG2yINGhO7XAjZdBeNTYoVPPi46S-ugHyqhAJtU9VCMY1MBVALxW0t-j_WeEd-tyl9kOQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329116683147538498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 61px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SfTTY3Gd8EI/AAAAAAAAAVg/20GT19zWSbw/s400/ATYAAADg5V0Qcb0qH4kQpnKnWxvjEO_5jeDUatMi7wzaGftVU4N6DhrWApG2yINGhO7XAjZdBeNTYoVPPi46S-ugHyqhAJtU9VCMY1MBVALxW0t-j_WeEd-tyl9kOQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O que eu quero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ultimamente tenho me perguntado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;muito isso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e todas as respostas me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;levam a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uma só coisa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a um só lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu quero você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De um jeito que nunca quis, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que nunca imaginei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;querer alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Com você eu quero mais, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mais do que momentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quero uma familia, filhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quero uma vida ao seu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu quero você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pra sempre AC...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SfTTY3Gd8EI/AAAAAAAAAVg/20GT19zWSbw/s72-c/ATYAAADg5V0Qcb0qH4kQpnKnWxvjEO_5jeDUatMi7wzaGftVU4N6DhrWApG2yINGhO7XAjZdBeNTYoVPPi46S-ugHyqhAJtU9VCMY1MBVALxW0t-j_WeEd-tyl9kOQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-5292529940782378733</id><published>2009-04-25T12:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:30:24.035-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quiero decirte que te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quiero decirte que eres mio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que no te cambio por ninguno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que por tenerte desvarío&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quiero decirte que te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quiero decirte estoy aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque eres tan igual a mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque me enseñaste a sonreir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quiero decirte que TE AMO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-5292529940782378733?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/5292529940782378733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/04/quiero-decirte-que-te-amo-quiero.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/5292529940782378733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/5292529940782378733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/04/quiero-decirte-que-te-amo-quiero.html' 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errada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Pensando bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em tudo o que a gente vê, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vivencia, ouve e pensa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não existe uma pessoa certa pra gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Existe uma pessoa que se você for parar pra pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É, na verdade, a pessoa errada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque a pessoa certa faz tudo certinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chega na hora certa, fala as coisas certas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;faz as coisas certas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas nem sempre a gente tá precisando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;das coisas certas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aí é a hora de procurar a pessoa errada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A pessoa errada te faz perder a cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fazer loucuras, perder a hora, morrer de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A pessoa errada é, na verdade, aquilo que a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gente chama de pessoa certa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Essa pessoa vai te fazer chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas depois vai estar enxugando suas lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Essa pessoa talvez te magoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E depois te enche de mimos fazendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vocês esquecerem o que passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Essa pessoa pode não estar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;100% do tempo ao seu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas vai estar 100% dentro do seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E também vai estar o tempo todo pensando em você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todo mundo um dia tem que ter uma pessoa errada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque a vida não é certa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nada aqui é certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que é certo mesmo, é que temos que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;viver cada momento, cada segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amando, sorrindo, chorando, emocionando, pensando,agindo,querendo,conseguindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E só assim é possível chegar àquele momento do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em que a gente diz: "Graças à Deus deu tudo certo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando na verdade tudo o que ele quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É que a gente encontre a pessoa errada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra que as coisas comecem realmente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a funcionar direito pra gente...&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luis Fernando Verissimo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-6672091884530920710?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/6672091884530920710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/04/pensando-bem-em-tudo-o-que-gente-ve.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/6672091884530920710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/6672091884530920710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/04/pensando-bem-em-tudo-o-que-gente-ve.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-1805007430580255819</id><published>2009-04-17T00:43:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:38:23.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/Sehb7UXbr7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/BVCD-CJQhmw/s1600-h/apaixonada_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325607634003013554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/Sehb7UXbr7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/BVCD-CJQhmw/s320/apaixonada_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Me dói te amar sabendo que já te perdi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Me dói imaginar... te ver partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dói te amar assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saber que era você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Que foi feito pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Será que realmente tudo chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ao seu final?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Você me prometeu que seria pra sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-1805007430580255819?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/1805007430580255819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-doi-te-amar-sabendo-que-ja-te-perdi.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/1805007430580255819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/1805007430580255819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-doi-te-amar-sabendo-que-ja-te-perdi.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/Sehb7UXbr7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/BVCD-CJQhmw/s72-c/apaixonada_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-5720618205508715032</id><published>2009-04-15T12:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:31:34.154-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Eu espero que você saiba, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que isso não tem nada a ver com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isso é pessoal, eu mesma e eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nós temos que ajeitar algumas coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sentirei sua falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;como uma criança&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sente falta do seu cobertor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tenho que seguir em frente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;com a minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Chegou a hora de ser uma garota grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E garotas grandes não choram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O caminho que eu estou trilhando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eu devo ir sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu tenho que dar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pequenos passos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;até estar totalmente amadurecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Contos de fada nem sempre têm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;finais felizes, não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sempre serei a sua amiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sim, você pode segurar minha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mão se quiser, quando quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque eu quero segurar a sua também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas chegou a hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Está ficando tarde, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;está escuro lá fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu preciso ficar sozinha concentrada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lúcida, em paz, serena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS. essa é um texto que fiz juntando partes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da tradução da música da música da Fergie, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big Girl Don't Cry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa letra me diz muito no momento...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS2. Agradeço pelo carinho e pelo o incentivo da maioria a me fazer seguir em frente, a não desistir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adoro vocês!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A.C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-5720618205508715032?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/5720618205508715032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-espero-que-voce-saiba-que-isso-nao.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/5720618205508715032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/5720618205508715032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-espero-que-voce-saiba-que-isso-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-380195239671519152</id><published>2009-04-12T21:18:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:55:15.144-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SeKZZDUe3NI/AAAAAAAAAU8/2o71G9-eT8c/s1600-h/cfg.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Não quero que se sinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;insegura comigo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu ja disse que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; não&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vou te abandonar."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cadê você agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Se não me abandonou onde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;está que não lhe encontro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me desculpe, mas não errei em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;fazer o que fiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Já disse, pode brigar comigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;me xingar, até me bater se quiser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Não vou desistir de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-380195239671519152?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/380195239671519152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-quero-que-se-sinta-insegura-comigo.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/380195239671519152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/380195239671519152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-quero-que-se-sinta-insegura-comigo.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-3453393147148416596</id><published>2009-04-11T23:15:00.020-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:46:51.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SeHv0K9BvDI/AAAAAAAAAUk/TVxLGda_qvY/s1600-h/bebe1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323799914101193778" style="WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SeHv0K9BvDI/AAAAAAAAAUk/TVxLGda_qvY/s200/bebe1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SeHv7LxE09I/AAAAAAAAAUs/7QoNRluOwLo/s1600-h/bebe2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323800034578584530" style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SeHv7LxE09I/AAAAAAAAAUs/7QoNRluOwLo/s200/bebe2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SeHwIi8tB-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/vj8ci_hXiBw/s1600-h/bebe3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323800264139671522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SeHwIi8tB-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/vj8ci_hXiBw/s200/bebe3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A.C diz: eu adoro esse bebezinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nem diz: tu sabe porq ele cai pra um lado quando ta rindo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A.C diz: Não, você sabe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nem diz: sim...é porq ele tem um cabeção&lt;br /&gt;e quando ri se desequilibra e a cabeça pende&lt;br /&gt;pra um lado, dai ele cai......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A.C diz: Heheheheheheheh...&lt;br /&gt;A minha mãe me perguntou pq eu to rindo tanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem diz: e o q você disse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A.C diz: nada mae, é só a _ _ _ _ _&lt;br /&gt;Heheheheh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem diz: Sim, como seu eu fosse um objeto de rir.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.. obrigada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A.C diz: E vc não é?&lt;br /&gt;Heheheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nem diz: nunca ninguem me disse nada..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dai se sou não me descobri ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A.C diz: heheheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nem diz: heheheheheheh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PS. Com você tudo era especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-3453393147148416596?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/3453393147148416596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/3453393147148416596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/3453393147148416596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SeHv0K9BvDI/AAAAAAAAAUk/TVxLGda_qvY/s72-c/bebe1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-2818809468556940740</id><published>2009-04-10T12:45:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:17:29.788-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/Sd9w6u3MQJI/AAAAAAAAATs/6xv2OkHUolo/s1600-h/73118722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323097438889459858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/Sd9w6u3MQJI/AAAAAAAAATs/6xv2OkHUolo/s320/73118722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu já não tenho o que temer, o que perder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pois eu já &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;perdi as coisas mais importantes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que eu tinha na vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;entre elas sua amizade.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho tanto medo de estar errando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me perdoe se eu estiver, mas não consigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;acreditar que eu esteja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Querer uma pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que a gente ama perto da gente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não pode ser errado.&lt;br /&gt;O que eu não faria, o que eu não daria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;para tudo ser diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Por favor, acredite em mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;eu nunca vou trair sua amizade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;eu prefiro morrer a decepcionar você, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a te fazer sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;Só te peço uma chance, uma só...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Você ainda tem muita coisa, as pessoas que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;realmente gostam de você nunca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vão te abandonar, eu não vou.&lt;br /&gt;Eu me desespero tentando encontrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uma maneira de fazer você entender isso.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo pode ser tão diferente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;acredite em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Não existem motivos para estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te enganando ou algo assim.&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-2818809468556940740?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/2818809468556940740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-ja-nao-tenho-o-que-temer-o-que.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/2818809468556940740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/2818809468556940740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-ja-nao-tenho-o-que-temer-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/Sd9w6u3MQJI/AAAAAAAAATs/6xv2OkHUolo/s72-c/73118722.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-2159333430126393934</id><published>2009-04-08T18:07:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:37:09.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/Sd0Y8ob4bkI/AAAAAAAAATc/Zh5Sc2R-Zu0/s1600-h/kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322437764547374658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/Sd0Y8ob4bkI/AAAAAAAAATc/Zh5Sc2R-Zu0/s320/kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A medida que os dias passam tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vai ficando diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já não consigo escrever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;você levou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;consigo todas as palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estou aqui, tentando entender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;como tudo aconteceu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tentando descobrir o que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;há de errado em amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-2159333430126393934?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/2159333430126393934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/04/medida-que-os-dias-passam-tudo-vai.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/2159333430126393934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/2159333430126393934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/04/medida-que-os-dias-passam-tudo-vai.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/Sd0Y8ob4bkI/AAAAAAAAATc/Zh5Sc2R-Zu0/s72-c/kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-4627758065094222793</id><published>2009-04-04T00:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:10:30.288-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje tinha tudo pra ser mais um dia como os outros,&lt;br /&gt;um dia em que eu simplesmente iria para casa&lt;br /&gt; e sentiria a sua falta, pensaria em você,&lt;br /&gt;eu certamente deitaria na minha cama e choraria.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não, hoje, mesmo que seja apenas hoje,&lt;br /&gt; não chorei por você, não me limitei&lt;br /&gt;ao simples fato de te amar.&lt;br /&gt;Esta tudo muito confuso, eu sei,&lt;br /&gt;mas é como estou, confusa, perdida.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto como se eu fosse um livro que teve sua&lt;br /&gt;última pagina arrancada.&lt;br /&gt;Cadê o meu final feliz???&lt;br /&gt;Parece que falta algo, que falta alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente não sei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-4627758065094222793?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-7369750485817562971</id><published>2009-04-01T18:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:41:15.891-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SdPabjCWdzI/AAAAAAAAAS8/HdqdyCEyVPg/s1600-h/1166558913_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319835751651112754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SdPabjCWdzI/AAAAAAAAAS8/HdqdyCEyVPg/s320/1166558913_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aprendi a sorrir mesmo querendo chorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ultimamente a vida tem me ensinado coisas que eu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nunca deveria aprender, que eu nunca queria ter aprendido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendi que nem sempre você deve fazer o que &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;você acredita ser o certo, que muitas vezes devemos fazer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que acreditamos ser o  melhor naquele momento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que muitas vezes, ou melhor, todos os dias &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contamos mentiras, enganamos pessoas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não porque queiramos, mas porque se &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fossemos totalmente sinceros...  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sim, eu aprendi a mentir, aprendi a fingir, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a esconder um sentimento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse é meu escudo, essas são as armas que ganhei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; pra tentar não à vencer, mas pra tentar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sobreviver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-7369750485817562971?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/7369750485817562971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/04/aprendi-sorrir-mesmo-querendo-chorar.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/7369750485817562971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/7369750485817562971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/04/aprendi-sorrir-mesmo-querendo-chorar.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SdPabjCWdzI/AAAAAAAAAS8/HdqdyCEyVPg/s72-c/1166558913_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-5885219534957625376</id><published>2009-03-30T19:33:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:44:12.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319126201806363122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SdFVGT4kGfI/AAAAAAAAAS0/dsUwf2a5yUs/s320/saudade.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Teu silêncio é pior do que qualquer dor que eu possa sentir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estava lendo um texto hoje e uma parte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chamou minha atenção:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"A pior covardia do ser humano é despertar o amor em outra pessoa sem ter intenção de amar... não existe amor proibido, apenas pessoas incapazes de amar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Certamente vocês esperam alguma explicação, sinto decepcioná-los, mas não a tenho, estou tentando encontrá-la, mas creio que ela não exista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7256561168159541932-5885219534957625376?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/5885219534957625376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/03/teu-silencio-e-pior-do-que-qualquer-dor.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/5885219534957625376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/5885219534957625376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/03/teu-silencio-e-pior-do-que-qualquer-dor.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SdFVGT4kGfI/AAAAAAAAAS0/dsUwf2a5yUs/s72-c/saudade.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-8961023247331749611</id><published>2009-03-27T19:58:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T09:51:02.772-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Inolvidable - REIK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Era tan bella, era tan bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Era tão bela, Era tão bela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que su mirada todavia me quema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Que seu olhar ainda me queima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Como quisiera poderla olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como queria poder esquecê-la&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pero se acerca y no lo puedo evitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mas esta sempre aqui e eu não posso evitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque cuando habla con sus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Porque quando fala com seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dice&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;cosas que no puedo entender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Diz coisas que não posso entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y se desnuda poco a poco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E se desfaz pouco a pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y yo no sé como vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu não sei como viver&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Si ya no puedo sacarla de aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se já não posso tirá-la daqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que no daría por besarla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;O que não daria para beijá-la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por abrazarla una vez mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Para abraçá-la uma vez mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y ya no quiero dejarla escapar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E já não quero deixá-la escapar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Si es que la puedo volver a encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Se é que posso voltar a encontrá-la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No quiero perderla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não quero perdê-la&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Porque solo es ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque é só ela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Inolvidable para mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inesquecível para o meu coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Inolvidable, inolvidable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inesquecível inesquecível&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fue como un cuento, se fué como el viento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Foi como uma história, foi como o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A veces me digo que tal vez me lo invento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Às vezes me digo que talvez tenha inventado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Si al menos pudiera tener una prueba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Se ao menos pudesse ter uma prova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Algún recuerdo de que estuve con ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Alguma recordação de que estive com ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Me estoy volviendo loco, un poco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou ficando louco, um pouco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A veces me despierto y siento aquí mi pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes acordo e sempre penso nela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que me susurra en el oído&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sussurra-me no ouvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y dice dondes estás, amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E me diz “onde estás amor?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/03/era-tan-bella-era-tan-bella-que-su.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-4973783014102477375</id><published>2009-03-25T10:39:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:30:17.414-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/ScqT6DYNHwI/AAAAAAAAASM/fESXtcgiKRY/s1600-h/yytutyyt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317224935612817154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/ScqT6DYNHwI/AAAAAAAAASM/fESXtcgiKRY/s200/yytutyyt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje é apenas mais um dia triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um dia em que as palavras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e as dúvidas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me envolvem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me perco nelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em meio a toda essa escuridão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tento te encontrar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas não consigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As vezes tenho a impressãode que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;já não estas aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em que momento você se foi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O vento entra pela janela, um vento frio, que deixa tudo pior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você já não esta ao meu lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pra me proteger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não há ninguém que me ofereça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;um casaco, ninguém que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;com apenas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;um olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aqueça a alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tenho que me acostumar com a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;idéia de que tão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cedo não irá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;parar de ventar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;com a idéia de que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hoje é apenas mais um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dia triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-4973783014102477375?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/4973783014102477375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoje-e-apenas-mais-um-dia-triste.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/4973783014102477375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/4973783014102477375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoje-e-apenas-mais-um-dia-triste.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/ScqT6DYNHwI/AAAAAAAAASM/fESXtcgiKRY/s72-c/yytutyyt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-9172783464804800573</id><published>2009-03-22T15:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:10:41.921-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não escrevo apenas por escrever, escrevo sim para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; poder entender tudo o que sinto, tudo o que me faz sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinto muito, por muitas pessoas. Algumas amo com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;todo o coração, sem existir nenhuma explicação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Outras com o tempo simplesmente aprendi a amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que todas elas tem em comum? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Entendi que sem elas nada seria igual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Algumas foram responsáveis pelas minhas maiores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alegrias e hoje são a causa de toda a minha tristeza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;existem outral na qual deposito, talvez erroneamente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;todas as minhas esperanças. Tem aquelas que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mesmo distantes estão sempre em meus pensamentos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as que estão todos os dias ao meu lado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;existem aquelas que me simplesmente me fazem sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pessoas, sinto algo que me une a cada uma delas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; As amo, nas mais variadas formas, com inúmeras sensações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-9172783464804800573?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/9172783464804800573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/03/nao-escrevo-apenas-por-escrever-escrevo.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/9172783464804800573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/9172783464804800573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/03/nao-escrevo-apenas-por-escrever-escrevo.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-5436045093532437364</id><published>2009-03-15T16:14:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:34:04.702-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Muitos selinhos -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ganhei este selinho da Guegue do blog Sweetness &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mydearblogsweetness.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://mydearblogsweetness.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/Sb1Ug3r8kVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/rA66ehAhMIY/s1600-h/laranja[1][10]+guegue.png"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313496059047874898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/Sb1Ug3r8kVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/rA66ehAhMIY/s200/laranja%5B1%5D%5B10%5D+guegue.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preciso dizer 3 coisas que demonstram minha criatividade, vamos ver então:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Acima de tudo com certeza o blog e &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os poemas que escrevo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Acho que também posso incluir a minha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;super, mega, ultra imaginação.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. O que mais?... Ah, a minha capacidade de&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;criar planos mirabolantes e de sonhar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mesmo quando já não se devia ter esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repassando para:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://ideiasdadonna.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://ideiasdadonna.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://thiagogaru.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thiagogaru.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recebi Selinho e Meme da M Frank &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mfrank-ppe.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://mfrank-ppe.blogsp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mfrank-ppe.blogspot.com/"&gt;ot.c&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mfrank-ppe.blogspot.com/"&gt;om/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313497051851191586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/Sb1VaqKs9SI/AAAAAAAAAQU/cUBYAmuqx48/s200/samantha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/Sb1hXXraY4I/AAAAAAAAARU/w4uhMQ2N2Jg/s1600-h/mentiras+e+verdades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313510189488038786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/Sb1hXXraY4I/AAAAAAAAARU/w4uhMQ2N2Jg/s200/mentiras+e+verdades.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meme "Verdades e Mentiras"&lt;br /&gt;Regras:&lt;br /&gt;1- Você diz 9 coisas aleatórias a seu respeito, não importando a relevância.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2- Sendo 6 verdades e 3 mentiras.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3- Quem receber o meme, deverá postar nas suas respostas as 3 mentiras do blogueiro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4- Quem indicou revela depois (ou não)!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5- Não tem regras especificas para &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quantidade de blogueiros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verdades e Mentiras&lt;br /&gt;1. Faço faculdade de Letras/ Espanhol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Odeio verão e praia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Não perco a novelas das 20:00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Quero fazer uma tatuagem no pulso esquerdo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Sonho em conhecer o México.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Adoraria ir também para os EUA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Tenho dois cachorros. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Meus olhos são verdes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Amo jogar e assistir futebol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acho que a M Frank mentiu quando disse que:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Tem uma filha, é cearense e adora crinaça buchechudinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acho que é isso...&lt;br /&gt;Repassando para: Guegue , &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mydearblogsweetness.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://mydearblogsweetness.bl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mydearblogsweetness.blogspot.com/"&gt;ogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/Sb1WzuMUbZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/k6xzCvhs4rA/s1600-h/SELO_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313498581940071826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/Sb1WzuMUbZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/k6xzCvhs4rA/s200/SELO_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esse ganhei da Melissa do blog &lt;a href="http://ideiasdadonna.blogspot.com/"&gt;Idé&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ideiasdadonna.blogspot.com/"&gt;ias da Dona &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As regras são: exibir a imagem, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;linkar o blog que te indicou e indicar blogs que valem a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pena acompanhar, em ordem alfabetica... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repasso para:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://juhreis10.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://juhreis10.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lagrimascomsorrisos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://lagrimascomsorrisos.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esses dois próximos selos me foram dados pelo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://thiagogaru.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thiago &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/Sb1gKq-5lgI/AAAAAAAAARE/029sARc-ePg/s1600-h/borboletasnoestomago2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313508871820121602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/Sb1gKq-5lgI/AAAAAAAAARE/029sARc-ePg/s200/borboletasnoestomago2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regras: 1- Postar a imagem do selo e o link de quem te enviou no seu post;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2- Repassar para quantas pessoas achar que deve.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3- Escrever uma frase que você goste!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Pra se esquecer de mim você precisa renunciar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;todo amor que te dei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra se esquecer de mim você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;precisa voltar a nascer."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repasso para: Lais do blog &lt;a href="http://eu-tava-pensando.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eu tava pensando&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/Sb1ZZQMfvvI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4QDilvJfVdo/s1600-h/ESTE+BLOG+Ã‰+UMPRESENTE+TIAGO.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313501425746034418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/Sb1ZZQMfvvI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4QDilvJfVdo/s200/ESTE+BLOG+%C3%89+UMPRESENTE+TIAGO.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regras:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poste o Link do Blog que te presenteou com o selo;&lt;br /&gt;Exiba a Imagem do Selo;&lt;br /&gt;Publicar as regras;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repasso para: Guegue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Obrigado a todos pelos selos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fico extremamente feliz por gostarem do Por Siempre AC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-5436045093532437364?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/5436045093532437364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/03/muitos-selinhos-ganhei-este-selinho-da.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/5436045093532437364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/5436045093532437364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/03/muitos-selinhos-ganhei-este-selinho-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/Sb1Ug3r8kVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/rA66ehAhMIY/s72-c/laranja%5B1%5D%5B10%5D+guegue.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-6736463990286733516</id><published>2009-03-13T18:36:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:07:06.091-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Muito bem, hoje estou voltando com tudo, e em consequenvia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;disso esse post promete bater o recorde de tamanho em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;todo o histórico desse blog, heheh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por onde começar? Bom, hoje tenho coisas a falar para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;duas pessoas, gostaria de poder dizer os nomes delas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;porque são duas pessoas de extrema importancia em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;minha vida, mas acho melhor não o fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Vamos começar por você, minha preferida, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da minha vida, hahahah...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi estranho o que senti quando você me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disse aquilo ontem, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando me disse que iria embora. Até agora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não entendi, meu coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disparou e meio que parou, tudo ao mesmo tempo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senti vontade de chorar, chorei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei que as coisas não irão mudar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que iremos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;continuar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nos falando e tudo mais, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas mesmo sabendo disso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sinto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como se eu estivesse te perdendo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A verdade &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é que sonhei com muito mais &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do que temos hoje e você &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ir embora... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acaba com todos os &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meus sonhos, com minhas esperanças.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E já nem estou preocupada com o que quem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esta lendo isso vai pensar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acredito que hoje você saiba exatamente o &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que sinto por você, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a pureza desse sentimento. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo você,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tenho o maior orgulho do mundo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em poder dizer que sou sua amiga. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje minha vontade era de imitar uma frase &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dessa música &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e dizer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No te vayas de mi vida, ou seja,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não vá embora de minha vida, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas não, digo o contrário, se for melhor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pra você vá, vá e seja feliz, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estarei sempre aqui, torcendo por você, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aguardando seu retorno,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um abraço seu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pelo que te conheço deve estar pensando agora: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que exagerada!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahahah...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não digo que não seja, mas te garanto que é &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tudo que estou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sentindo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e pensando no momento. Mais uma vez, te amo..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje é também o aniversário de uma amiga mais que especial...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Meu anjo lindo!!! O que posso te dizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que ainda não disse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você sabe de tudo, sabe que te amo, que &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é uma irmã pra mim. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nesse último ano muitas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coisas mudaram, já não nos falamos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com a mesma frequência que antes, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas estranhamente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sinto que isso só fez com que nossa amizade aumentace, se tornasse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mais forte. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te desejo tudo de bom amiga, dona do sorriso mais lindo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como eu sempre falei, heheh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te amo!!! Parabéns..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acho que vou parar por aqui, tenhos vários selinhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que recebi pra postar, mas já to cansada de tanto escrever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;os posto no próximo post, prometo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos a todos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-6736463990286733516?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/6736463990286733516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/03/muito-bem-hoje-estou-voltando-com-tudo.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/6736463990286733516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/6736463990286733516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/03/muito-bem-hoje-estou-voltando-com-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-2087664453542961119</id><published>2009-03-11T21:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:43:32.268-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Algum tempo sumida, eu sei, nos ultimos dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tenho falado que já não tenho tempo nem pra sofrer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e talvez isso chegue a ser um pouco verdade sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sobre o post anterior a esse, esqueçam os 18 dias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de que falei, eu já não tenho esse tempo todo, essa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;paciência, simplesmente acabou e ponto final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talvez vocês achem que estou de mal humor hoje &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e a resposta é sim, estou. Estou cansada de ser a garota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sofredora, a idiota que fica esperando algo que nunca vem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu simplesmente cansei de sofrer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Procuro uma coisa que não tem nome.&lt;br /&gt;Já a encontrei na água de algumas cachoeiras,&lt;br /&gt;no topo e nas encostas de algumas montanhas,&lt;br /&gt;nas nuvens de alguns ares,&lt;br /&gt;no mato fechado que guarda alguns vales.&lt;br /&gt;Já a encontrei vezes e vezes,&lt;br /&gt;só não encontrei seu nome.&lt;br /&gt;Voltarei a água, ao ar, à terra,&lt;br /&gt;voltarei até descobrir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: desculpem pelo desabafo e por não estar comentado nos blogs, mas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prometo que ainda essa semana ponho tudo em dia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS²: o poema de hoje não é meu, o postei porque no momento ele &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me diz algo, não sei ao certo o que, mas diz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-2087664453542961119?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/2087664453542961119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/03/procuro-uma-coisa-que-nao-tem-nome.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/2087664453542961119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/2087664453542961119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/03/procuro-uma-coisa-que-nao-tem-nome.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-507192609492796402</id><published>2009-03-06T21:42:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:35:49.082-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SbHNygzGq-I/AAAAAAAAAPU/j4ejCMWHrfo/s1600-h/DSC02638.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18 dias, é o que você tem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dia 24 de março é o meu aniversário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;até lá te esperarei, mesmo acreditando que não voltarás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Até esse dia você terá meu coração, minha alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;até esse dia eu serei sua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Minhas esperanças, confesso, estão acabando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas mesmo assim não consigo esquecer seu sorisso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não sentir seu toque, deixar de ouvir sua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por enquanto não consigo apagar você de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas acredite no que digo, apartir do dia 24 tudo vai mudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vou arrancar você de mim, se preciso por outro em seu lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nesse tempo que estamos longe muita coisa mudou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu mudei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas continuo aqui, você tem 18 dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que vai fazer com eles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-507192609492796402?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/507192609492796402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/03/18-dias-e-o-que-voce-tem.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/507192609492796402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/507192609492796402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/03/18-dias-e-o-que-voce-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-1047596692905623573</id><published>2009-03-04T23:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:21:06.202-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/Sa821dDTe-I/AAAAAAAAAPE/mtsJZCnEwAY/s1600-h/hvgftd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309522777652558818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/Sa821dDTe-I/AAAAAAAAAPE/mtsJZCnEwAY/s320/hvgftd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Se eu tivesse várias vidas gostaria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;de viver todas ao seu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Uma vida só é muito pouco pra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;viver esse amor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7256561168159541932-1047596692905623573?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/1047596692905623573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/03/se-eu-tivesse-varias-vidas-gostaria-de.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/1047596692905623573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/1047596692905623573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/03/se-eu-tivesse-varias-vidas-gostaria-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/Sa821dDTe-I/AAAAAAAAAPE/mtsJZCnEwAY/s72-c/hvgftd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-183958673130137740</id><published>2009-03-03T23:28:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:17:21.279-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje quando estava em minha aula fui procurar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;folha de papel para fazer anotações, mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não encontrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uma folha em branco, confesso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ficaram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;marejados de lágrimas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quando vislumbrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uma folha e nela li o seguinte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Faltam quatro dias para completarmos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;quatro meses de namoro, hoje ele me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;olhou nos olhos e disse as seguintes palavras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quer casar comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Foram exatamente essas as palavras dele, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ele as pronunciou pausadamente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fazendo meu coração disparar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A folha estava repleta de corações, mas mais abaixo outras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;palavras me chamaram a atenção:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Hoje completamos quatro meses de namoro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hoje faz extamente quatro meses que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;escrevi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aquele sim no celular. Nunca imaginei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;que aquele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;seria o sim mais importante, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;o que me faria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mais feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sem exagero algum, amor, esses tem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sido os meses mais felizes da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Em você eu encontrei e encontro tudo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;que eu sempre procurei, é você que faz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;meus olhos brilharem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;é você que me faz feliz."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me dói dizer, mas tudo isso foi uma mentira, uma ilusão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não que isso nunca tenha acontecido, pois sim, aconteceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas ele nunca me amou, pelo menos não desse jeito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ele apenas me enganou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-183958673130137740?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/183958673130137740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoje-quando-estava-em-minha-aula-fui.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/183958673130137740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/183958673130137740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoje-quando-estava-em-minha-aula-fui.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-3084022820158431735</id><published>2009-02-28T22:13:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:57:09.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Há tanta coisa a ser dita, faltaram muitas coisas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;faltou um ponto final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estou tão perdida, hoje depois de muito tempo voltei a chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não por você, não por mim, chorei por nós dois, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;por tudo que podiamos ter sido juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hoje fiquei de longe te olhando, observando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tudo em você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e mais uma vez tive &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a certeza de &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que te amo, de que bem lá&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no fundo ainda te quero, te quero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mesmo sem querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Três meses se passaram e eu continuo aqui, pensando em você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que eu faço? Alguém precisa me responder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu já não sei o que faço, o que vou fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quero apenas te esquecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-3084022820158431735?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/3084022820158431735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/ha-tanta-coisa-ser-dita-faltaram-muitas.html#comment-form' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/3084022820158431735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/3084022820158431735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/ha-tanta-coisa-ser-dita-faltaram-muitas.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-9128245306884034337</id><published>2009-02-27T17:28:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:39:24.934-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SahQhE7XsNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/GHhmIvYESfs/s1600-h/hgg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307580690044793042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SahQhE7XsNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/GHhmIvYESfs/s320/hgg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mais uma vez não sei o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;, s&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ei apenas que me decepcionei muito com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você sabe o quanto sofri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;demorei pra me levantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pra deixar de chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque agora que estou bem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;volta a me procurar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque faz isso comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não te entendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ainda te amo, não vou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;negar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dessa vez não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me iludir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; novamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;por tudo passar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me desculpe, mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;realmente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não vou voltar a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sofrer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;principalmente se for por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-9128245306884034337?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/9128245306884034337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/mais-uma-vez-nao-sei-o-que-dizer-s-ei.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/9128245306884034337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/9128245306884034337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/mais-uma-vez-nao-sei-o-que-dizer-s-ei.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SahQhE7XsNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/GHhmIvYESfs/s72-c/hgg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-7814387667985049612</id><published>2009-02-26T06:49:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:10:12.830-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Olá pessoal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje venho um pouco diferente, não escreverei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;poemas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;apenas direi o quanto cada um de vocês &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;são importantes pra mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o quão feliz me deixa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cada visita. Obrigada de coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando criei esse blog eu já não tinha esperanças, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sofria por um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amor como todos já devem saber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje, como sempre digo, não deixei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de amar, mas sim, parei de sofrer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Agradeço a todos por cada palavra de apoio e até &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;por algumas vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;terem me xingado por sofrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tanto (sim, isso aconteceu!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas além de todos vocês que me acompanham aqui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no blog quero aproveitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as pessoas que estão comigo fora dele, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;principalmente uma, bom, não citarei nomes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;esta pessoa sabe que se trata dela. Obrigada por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ser tão especial pra mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te amo muito e sei que isso sim é pra sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Era isso, as aulas da facu começam hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos a todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS. Agradeço a Vandi e ao Thiago Assis pelos selos, postarei-os brevemente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-7814387667985049612?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/7814387667985049612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/ola-pessoal-hoje-venho-um-pouco.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/7814387667985049612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/7814387667985049612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/ola-pessoal-hoje-venho-um-pouco.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-2219230163790745721</id><published>2009-02-23T12:22:00.017-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T14:05:00.707-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SaNBCOjvHBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/HU-R0Omggkg/s1600-h/MANIFESTO_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SaLAft0Mz7I/AAAAAAAAANs/2zajqmDCzSY/s1600-h/trrrrrrrrrrrrrr.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306014962102882226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SaLAft0Mz7I/AAAAAAAAANs/2zajqmDCzSY/s320/trrrrrrrrrrrrrr.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em dias como hoje eu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paro pra olhar a chuva, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a maneira como ela cai,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;levando tudo embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em dias como hoje &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu queria &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que chovesse &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em mim, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que esta chuva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;levasse &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tudo o que ainda &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;restou de você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria mais, queria que &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ela &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;levasse todos os meus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;medos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minhas duvidas, incertezas. Que ela &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;levasse toda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a dor que existe em mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria que ela me deixasse apenas uma coisa, toda a paz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e a tranquilidade que eu sinto a observá-la.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu queria me sentir pra sempre assim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em dias como hoje eu simplesmente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;queria que chovesse em mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANIFESTO JOVENS QUE PENSAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SaNBpisWcGI/AAAAAAAAAOE/FeH-F8x6afk/s1600-h/MANIFESTO_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306156967915843682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SaNBpisWcGI/AAAAAAAAAOE/FeH-F8x6afk/s200/MANIFESTO_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recebi da minha amiga Angie do blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://angieminucias.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Minúcias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; este manifesto, oa que recebem devem fazer o seguinte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1º- Exiba a imagem do Manifesto e explique do que se trata&lt;br /&gt;2º- Poste o link do blog que te indicou&lt;br /&gt;3º- Indique blogs de sua preferência para fazer parte dos 'Jovens que Pensam'&lt;br /&gt;4º- Avise seus indicados&lt;br /&gt;5 º- Publique as regras&lt;br /&gt;6º- Confira se os blogs indicados repassaram a imagem e as regras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Proposta do Manifesto: "Mostrar que aquela história de que a juventude está perdida é uma generalização tola e sem sentido. Como a autora da proposta explicou: "Existem SIM muitos jovens que pensam e tem seus ideais, que debatem, e que querem mudar o mundo. Mas querer não é o suficiente. Com o blog, conheci jovens brilhantes que estão perdidos por esse grande Brasil. Vamos nos unir e mostrar que nem tudo está perdido! Nós podemos fazer a diferença sim!" Como o nome do selo é "Jovens Que Pensam", estarei indicando aquelas pessoas que eu considero jovens e que pensam: na minha opinião, o que define uma pessoa jovem não é somente a idade ou a aparência, mas seu espírito e sua personalidade.&lt;br /&gt;E o manifesto vai para:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lara - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://porquitosdementa.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://porquitosdementa.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guegue - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://guecarpediem.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://guecarpediem.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arthur - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://ispinned.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://ispinned.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maah - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://distribuindosonhos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://distribuindosonhos.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7256561168159541932-2219230163790745721?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/2219230163790745721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/em-dias-como-hoje-eu-paro-pra-olhar.html#comment-form' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/2219230163790745721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/2219230163790745721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/em-dias-como-hoje-eu-paro-pra-olhar.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SaLAft0Mz7I/AAAAAAAAANs/2zajqmDCzSY/s72-c/trrrrrrrrrrrrrr.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-7363940001208678429</id><published>2009-02-21T21:14:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:50:25.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SaCg_pmXg1I/AAAAAAAAANk/CajnxTIX-Ds/s1600-h/frrr.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305417376401425234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SaCg_pmXg1I/AAAAAAAAANk/CajnxTIX-Ds/s200/frrr.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que escrever? O que falar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ou melhor... o que pensar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Realmente não sei, tudo está confuso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ontem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foi tudo diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mais uma vez não sei explicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talvez algum dia possa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Espero que sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS. Agradeço a Angie pelo selo, gostei muito,postarei durante a próxima semana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-7363940001208678429?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/7363940001208678429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-que-escrever-o-que-falar-ou-melhor.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/7363940001208678429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/7363940001208678429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-que-escrever-o-que-falar-ou-melhor.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SaCg_pmXg1I/AAAAAAAAANk/CajnxTIX-Ds/s72-c/frrr.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-5068296774638070710</id><published>2009-02-19T20:19:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:43:47.751-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SZ3zDAsubeI/AAAAAAAAANU/fPQe2K3BhdQ/s1600-h/dolor.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por sua causa estou nesse quarto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chorando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;todos os sonhos que perdi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por sua causa tudo está escuro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nada tem sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando todas essas nuvens que me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cercam desaparecerão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apesar de tudo não consigo lhe ver assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eu odeio essa tristeza em seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Já não me importa os motivos, as razões. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eu apenas quero que você enxugue essas lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Na verdade quero mais, quero que elas parem de rolar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por sua causa tudo está escuro, mais nem por isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nem por isso deixei de te sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-5068296774638070710?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/5068296774638070710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/por-sua-causa-estou-nesse-quarto.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/5068296774638070710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/5068296774638070710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/por-sua-causa-estou-nesse-quarto.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-3747924260735352677</id><published>2009-02-18T18:03:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:05:15.965-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SZx_EZuWn6I/AAAAAAAAANE/_VNH18qOqeg/s1600-h/ki5r4d.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304254174737112994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SZx_EZuWn6I/AAAAAAAAANE/_VNH18qOqeg/s320/ki5r4d.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje não sei ao certo nem por onde começar, estou pensando tantas coisas, sentindo outras milhões...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque as pessoas vão embora? Porque elas vão embora mesmo sabendo que precisamos delas? Porque sempre ao partirem elas dizem te amo? Porque? Será que elas acham que irão amenizar algo falando isso? Porque se for isso, estão enganadas, só piora. Porque não dizem que foi tudo mentira, que foi tudo fingimento? Digam pelo menos que não sentem nada, dê-nos pelo menos um motivo pra tentar lhes esquecer. Como esquecer alguém que diz eu te amo? Como? Alguém pode me dizer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não tenho resposta alguma no momento, minha mente e meu coração estão confusos, perdidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Sei que você está lendo isso, tenho certeza, então me diga, porque está me fazendo passar por tudo novamente? Que prova de amor é essa que está me dando?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje me apoio em alguém que sempre está comigo, hoje me apoio em Anahí e nessa música que deve estar tocando agora caso você não a tenha parado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Chame que eu te salvarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chame que eu te ajudarei"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estou chamando, cadê você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-3747924260735352677?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/3747924260735352677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/hoje-nao-sei-ao-certo-nem-por-onde.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/3747924260735352677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/3747924260735352677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/hoje-nao-sei-ao-certo-nem-por-onde.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SZx_EZuWn6I/AAAAAAAAANE/_VNH18qOqeg/s72-c/ki5r4d.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-6335350002839138032</id><published>2009-02-16T22:01:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:44:45.127-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SZoNa7Z4nCI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ZU9oV1dgluU/s1600-h/iuouipo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303566267456199714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SZoNa7Z4nCI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ZU9oV1dgluU/s320/iuouipo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"Nunca faça florescer um sorriso dizendo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TE AMO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pra mais tarde fazer rolar uma lágrima dizendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME ESQUEÇA."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Durante todo o tempo que escrevi aqui falei de amor e de todo o sofrimento que ele me causou, mas acreditem, tudo valeu a pena, viveria tudo de novo, cada sorriso, cada lágrima. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aprendi muito com tudo, aprendi que por mais que seja difícil não devemos acreditar que será pra sempre, pois infelizmente nunca é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não, não deixei de acreditar no amor, para mim o amor continua e continuará sendo eterno, o que mudou foi a forma que passei a vê-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sempre amarei a pessoa para qual escrevi a maioria dos meus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;posts&lt;/span&gt;, mas não como antes, antes ele era o amor da minha vida, era a pessoa com a qual eu queria estar pra sempre. Hoje vejo tudo diferente, como eu disse, sim continuo o amando, eu amo cada momento que passei ao seu lado, amo cada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Quando eu tiver 70 anos, estiver num asilo e nossa filha..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Heheh&lt;/span&gt;... Como eu disse, não me arrependo de nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E talvez, em consequência disso, hoje estou em paz, estou livre daquele amor que me arrebatava, que era meu motivo pra viver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um conselho... Nunca transforme em alguém em seu motivo pra seguir em frente, em seu motivo pra viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nunca ame alguém mais do que tudo, porque acredite em mim, por melhor que a pessoa seja, ela vai magoá-la de vez em quando, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ferí&lt;/span&gt;-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enfim, realmente não importa em quantos pedaços seu coração foi partido, o mundo não irá parar para que você os concerte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas com o tempo, com o tempo tudo volta a seu lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Podem ter certeza disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS. Obrigada por todos os comentários, muito feliz por&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estarem gostando do blog (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS². Lara: você é a mais especial &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-6335350002839138032?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/6335350002839138032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/nunca-faca-florescer-um-sorriso-dizendo.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/6335350002839138032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/6335350002839138032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/nunca-faca-florescer-um-sorriso-dizendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SZoNa7Z4nCI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ZU9oV1dgluU/s72-c/iuouipo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-2516628394209795148</id><published>2009-02-15T14:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:04:57.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Muitas vezes você me magoa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;com suas palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me magoa com coisas que faz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;com coisas que deixa de fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque faz isso comigo? Porque age &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dessa forma? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como se eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não significasse nada pra você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei que não é assim, sei que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;significo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mais do que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;demostra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por enquanto tento viver com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o que você pode me dar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porém também vivo esperando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;esperando o dia em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;finalmente me dará &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tudo o que eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quero, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tudo o que eu preciso de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-2516628394209795148?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/2516628394209795148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/muitas-vezes-voce-me-magoa-com-suas.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/2516628394209795148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/2516628394209795148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/muitas-vezes-voce-me-magoa-com-suas.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-8616598595551808771</id><published>2009-02-13T19:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:20:10.278-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SZXx2bXdHrI/AAAAAAAAALs/Bs15u7xwVQk/s1600-h/ATgAAAA-SEASVvumiKsTmER7JkPlhfu0QYMPurrqqSwe-rMHKBKkeD8RLiGtSh6oa7Oz-f-cpFUZ-cNsmkRwnlFHzYi8AJtU9VDmkQO0c-7blD2mX_2_CyM647Z2gw.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302410053659991730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SZXx2bXdHrI/AAAAAAAAALs/Bs15u7xwVQk/s320/ATgAAAA-SEASVvumiKsTmER7JkPlhfu0QYMPurrqqSwe-rMHKBKkeD8RLiGtSh6oa7Oz-f-cpFUZ-cNsmkRwnlFHzYi8AJtU9VDmkQO0c-7blD2mX_2_CyM647Z2gw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ao contrário do que muitos falam, digo que não, não me faltam palavras para descrever o que sinto por você, elas surgem como as flores da primavera, surgem em centenas, milhares e se aglomeram nessa folha de papel.&lt;br /&gt;Díficil sim, confesso, são pronunciá-las. Não que seja difícil para mim falar o que sinto, não é isso, espalho aos quatro cantos o quanto te amo, difícil são pronunciá-las mediante sua presença, pronunciá-las para você.&lt;br /&gt;Mas um dia irei as dizer, pode ter certeza disso.&lt;br /&gt;De verdade, eu amo você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-8616598595551808771?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/8616598595551808771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/palavras-e-sentimentos-ao-contrario-do.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/8616598595551808771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/8616598595551808771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/palavras-e-sentimentos-ao-contrario-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SZXx2bXdHrI/AAAAAAAAALs/Bs15u7xwVQk/s72-c/ATgAAAA-SEASVvumiKsTmER7JkPlhfu0QYMPurrqqSwe-rMHKBKkeD8RLiGtSh6oa7Oz-f-cpFUZ-cNsmkRwnlFHzYi8AJtU9VDmkQO0c-7blD2mX_2_CyM647Z2gw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-7236223254178975922</id><published>2009-02-11T13:15:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:18:24.286-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Pra que ter sentido se só é preciso sentir?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje me peguei pensando em você, em tudo o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que eu queria lhe dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me peguei tentando entender o que sinto quando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;estou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;perto de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se eu pudesse escolher, escolheria te esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não porque seria melhor pra mim, mas porque sei que seria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;melhor assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei que lhe sufuco, que você não quer meu amor excessivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas fazer o que? A verdade é que sim, te amo em excesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Te amo mais do que gostaria, mais do que deveria amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje me peguei tentando achar uma explicação, achar um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sentido pra tudo isso, mas daí me perguntei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pra que ter sentido se só é preciso sentir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-7236223254178975922?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/7236223254178975922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/pra-que-ter-sentido-se-so-e-preciso.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/7236223254178975922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/7236223254178975922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/pra-que-ter-sentido-se-so-e-preciso.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-6280879603910011868</id><published>2009-02-09T13:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:33:22.485-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SZBJ1oG3qPI/AAAAAAAAALE/tWxdIouqWcQ/s1600-h/amor06.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seu sorriso me encanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seu olhar me enche &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suas palavras são como a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;brisa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;da manhã, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me acalmam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;trazem esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando estou com você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a alegria de uma criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;descobre o mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pouco a pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não sei explicar, é como se de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;repente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tudo voltasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ao seu lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você me mostrou que tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;está &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;apenas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;começando, que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;você sempre diz, as coisas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;podem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;estar ruins, mas sempre há um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bom que compensa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você me fez voltar a acreditar na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vida, no amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;na pureza de uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amizade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando eu achei que tudo estava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;perdido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;você surgiu, me devolvendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a alegria de viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como eu já disse muitas vezes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;palavras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não são suficientes para e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;expressar todo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o bem que você me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;faz, para expressar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o que sinto por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu te amo, isso é apenas o que eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;posso lhe dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei que continuam sendo apenas palavras, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;são do fundo do meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mais uma vez: obrigada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pelo que? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por existir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-6280879603910011868?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/6280879603910011868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/seu-sorriso-me-encanta-seu-olhar-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/6280879603910011868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/6280879603910011868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/seu-sorriso-me-encanta-seu-olhar-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-8658313459057037854</id><published>2009-02-05T13:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:34:29.938-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SYsGHYa4qOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dxgP2YgbP3o/s1600-h/ATcAAACmn6hFhaY69MaaMCS5vhvflAUxdxYb-gpc-deUZvuLqxH7n3tCvtFA1QmW1_5cdDHbuPwLEfsLNheZlCM3d1AFAJtU9VDZhlMB8kbeN-GkW2kooRdTaBRNFg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Se meus olhos mostrassem minha alma, todos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;verem sorrir, chorariam comigo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estou cansada de perder as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pessoas que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mais amo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;empre é assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talvez todos tenham razão em se afastar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;talvez a culpa seja minha, talvez eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;realmente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas fazer o que? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu sou assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje tenho um recado pra uma amiga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Você não é apenas a minha preferida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;você é o amor da minha vida!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahahahahah...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa de ser boba, eu te amo."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tudo no bom sentido obviamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bom, era isso por enquanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cansei de escrever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;poemas pra alguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que não merece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bjos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-8658313459057037854?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/8658313459057037854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/se-meus-olhos-mostrassem-minha-alma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/8658313459057037854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/8658313459057037854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/se-meus-olhos-mostrassem-minha-alma.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-4646256827281862467</id><published>2009-02-01T20:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:37:34.467-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SYn6IYmmgBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HwIAKQZf7Gg/s1600-h/vfgbgbgb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299041458528354322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SYn6IYmmgBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HwIAKQZf7Gg/s320/vfgbgbgb.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje decidi enfrentar a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;realidade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aceitar que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te perdi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nunca amei alguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amo você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei que os anos vão se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;passar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas também sei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que toda noite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;é por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; que vou deitar a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cabeça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no travesseiro e chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei que a cada música que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tocar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que a cada filme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; romantico que passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;é em você que vou pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei que pra sempre vou lhe amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que nunca vou te esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porém hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje decidi viver sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-4646256827281862467?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/4646256827281862467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/hoje-decidi-enfrentar-realidade-aceitar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/4646256827281862467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/4646256827281862467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/02/hoje-decidi-enfrentar-realidade-aceitar.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SYn6IYmmgBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HwIAKQZf7Gg/s72-c/vfgbgbgb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-8261147663406436252</id><published>2009-01-24T20:52:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:55:06.104-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PbTHWThFKtU&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0xe87a9f" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vídeo que fiz com a nossa música: Anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-8261147663406436252?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/8261147663406436252/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_2572.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/8261147663406436252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/8261147663406436252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_2572.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-3039545488253848436</id><published>2009-01-24T18:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:46:39.100-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SXt9Y8_kZfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QT_hlIa8EAA/s1600-h/hol8or.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294963654547236338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SXt9Y8_kZfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QT_hlIa8EAA/s320/hol8or.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Motivos não me faltam pra escrever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o principal deles no momento é tentar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Escrever é uma forma de me libertar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de um jeito um pouco diferente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;voltar a sonhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Escrever é ao mesmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tempo a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maneira que encontro pra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;novamente te encontrar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pra mesmo que só por alguns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;minutos te amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-3039545488253848436?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SXt9Y8_kZfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QT_hlIa8EAA/s72-c/hol8or.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-6517294389849332923</id><published>2009-01-23T18:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:42:42.771-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SXomDl9wa1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/DSe1DPHfjSs/s1600-h/mmy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294586155100040018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SXomDl9wa1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/DSe1DPHfjSs/s320/mmy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje você me ligou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dizendo que estava bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não sei o que senti ou o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que pensei quando ouvi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;telefone tocar e na tela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vi escrito amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não, eu ainda não apaguei, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;porque é isso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;continua sendo pra mim: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;meu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ouvir sua voz novamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;seu jeito de falar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque faz isso comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Será que não entende que eu preciso deixar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de te amar e que pra isso acontecer é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;preciso você se afastar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Entenda que eu não quero mais te ouvir, que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eu não quero mais te ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não, não se eu não puder te ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-6517294389849332923?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SXomDl9wa1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/DSe1DPHfjSs/s72-c/mmy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-6607150229095143698</id><published>2009-01-21T22:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:12:59.130-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SXfHhKm2bXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PnDo-ZuJ7ts/s1600-h/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293919259594222962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SXfHhKm2bXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PnDo-ZuJ7ts/s320/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saudade do seu beijo, do seu toque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saudade principalmente do seu abraço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;com ele você me envolvia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nele eu me encontrava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perdi tudo, tudo menos o seu olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei que ele continua sendo meu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sei que ele me acompanha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;onde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quer que eu vá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seu coração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não sei se ainda o tenho, não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;se algum dia o tive, se algum dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ele já foi realmente meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prefiro acreditar que sim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que não foi tudo uma mentira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque se foi posso dizer apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que foi a mentira mais linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que já vivi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-6607150229095143698?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SXfHhKm2bXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PnDo-ZuJ7ts/s72-c/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-4440885704412906702</id><published>2009-01-20T20:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:28:40.104-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SXZd3IrGeKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/J7j7ajePB_o/s1600-h/v+cv+c.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293521613823047842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SXZd3IrGeKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/J7j7ajePB_o/s320/v+cv+c.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Na última madrugada você quase pra sempre me deixou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seu coração não aguentou e por duas vezes você infartou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando me contaram eu fiquei sem saber o que fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Senti como se eu fosse morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você nunca vai entender o que senti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;minha vontade era de correr para aquele hospital,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não sair do seu lado um segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje mais do que nunca eu queria fazer parte do seu mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Era mesmo de longe poder te olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mesmo em segredo estar ali, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não me deixe, por favor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eu preciso de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mesmo que não seja ao meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-4440885704412906702?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/4440885704412906702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/01/na-ltima-madrugada-voc-quase-pra-sempre.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/4440885704412906702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/4440885704412906702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/01/na-ltima-madrugada-voc-quase-pra-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SXZd3IrGeKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/J7j7ajePB_o/s72-c/v+cv+c.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-1467607995755173989</id><published>2009-01-17T20:49:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:09:44.941-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SXOMaip5BeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ea7ylwrAVnI/s1600-h/gfjjh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292728374697461218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SXOMaip5BeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ea7ylwrAVnI/s320/gfjjh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque me fez acreditar que pra sempre ao meu lado iria estar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque disse que pra sempre iria me amar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você me pediu em casamento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque fez isso comigo? Porque me causou tanto sofrimento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu não sei em que mundo você estava, realmente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não sei no que pensava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prefiro acreditar que você também se enganava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É melhor assim, eu não quero te odiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas a verdade é que também não posso lhe perdoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que quero hoje é finalmente lhe esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É parar de pensar em você a cada amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei que não posso simplesmente lhe apagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas eu posso e juro que algum dia vou deixar de te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Algum dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-1467607995755173989?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/1467607995755173989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/01/porque-me-fez-acreditar-que-pra-sempre.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/1467607995755173989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/1467607995755173989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/01/porque-me-fez-acreditar-que-pra-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SXOMaip5BeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ea7ylwrAVnI/s72-c/gfjjh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-4314108467194032066</id><published>2009-01-17T20:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:22:23.346-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SXKDvHnqVuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/q_exEtCia5g/s1600-h/te+quiero+sin+tenerte.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292437357636245218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SXKDvHnqVuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/q_exEtCia5g/s320/te+quiero+sin+tenerte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Às vezes só por alguns instantes tento te esquecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas não consigo, tudo me faz lembrar você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Te juro que as vezes eu tento resistir, tento não te ligar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas tem momentos que eu simplesmente preciso ouvir você falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você me faz tão bem, eu queria poder com detalhes explicar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas não consigo, por isso digo apenas que você é como o ar que preciso pra respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu te esperei a vida inteira, mas se for preciso, te espero ainda mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-4314108467194032066?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/4314108467194032066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/01/te-juro-que-as-vezes-eu-tento-resistir.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/4314108467194032066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/4314108467194032066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/01/te-juro-que-as-vezes-eu-tento-resistir.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SXKDvHnqVuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/q_exEtCia5g/s72-c/te+quiero+sin+tenerte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-5370653447800869013</id><published>2009-01-16T17:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:52:58.498-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SXE1MHAadEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5WePq3dqSvg/s1600-h/890780.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292069519292527682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SXE1MHAadEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5WePq3dqSvg/s320/890780.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As coisas mudam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todos os dias quando acordo está tudo diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vai entender...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todos os dias eu mudo um pouco também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mudam os meus sonhos, minha forma de ver o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Só tem uma coisa que continua sempre igual,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todos os dias eu te procuro e não te encontro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-5370653447800869013?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/5370653447800869013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-coisas-mudam-todos-os-dias-quando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/5370653447800869013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/5370653447800869013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-coisas-mudam-todos-os-dias-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SXE1MHAadEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5WePq3dqSvg/s72-c/890780.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-8202699948789746802</id><published>2009-01-12T19:15:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:51:52.969-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SW0OO-SR-zI/AAAAAAAAAJM/TixUvbozinM/s1600-h/89798.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290900787630832434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SW0OO-SR-zI/AAAAAAAAAJM/TixUvbozinM/s320/89798.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje sou capaz de imaginar algo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que nunca pensei, sou capaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de imaginar uma vida sem você ao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje sou capaz de construir novos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sonhos, de acreditar que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;esses sonhos serão até maiores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje sou capaz de dizer que consegui, não a te esquecer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas a ser feliz sem você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-8202699948789746802?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/8202699948789746802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_12.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/8202699948789746802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/8202699948789746802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SW0OO-SR-zI/AAAAAAAAAJM/TixUvbozinM/s72-c/89798.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-4697046495172348702</id><published>2009-01-11T15:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:04:08.080-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SWpH2Jgwq3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/M5wnj9aXGU4/s1600-h/22374.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290119707891903346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SWpH2Jgwq3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/M5wnj9aXGU4/s320/22374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando te vejo sinto algo que não sei explicar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É como se derepente eu pudesse voar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seu sorriso, seu olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sua forma de falar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já não sei o que pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talvez você tenha vindo me curar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me mostrar que sim, que eu posso deixar de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que posso recomeçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não do zero, mas da onde tudo parou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que posso finalmente mostrar quem verdadeiramente sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-4697046495172348702?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/4697046495172348702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/01/quando-te-vejo-sinto-algo-que-no-sei.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/4697046495172348702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/4697046495172348702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/01/quando-te-vejo-sinto-algo-que-no-sei.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SWpH2Jgwq3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/M5wnj9aXGU4/s72-c/22374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-892639017656124058</id><published>2009-01-09T18:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:02:32.374-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SWfx1BfOT9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Q64ui7xmbcg/s1600-h/imagens-amor-colorir-h.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289462180604694482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SWfx1BfOT9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Q64ui7xmbcg/s320/imagens-amor-colorir-h.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje dedico o que escrevo a uma amiga muito especial, como ela mesmo disse, eu não gosto dela, sou apaixonada por ela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu realmente não sei o que devo fazer, não sei se devo pedir desculpas, se devo simplesmente fingir que nada aconteceu, apenas deu-me vontade de escrever e é isso que faço agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como posso me expressar? Dizer que você é importante e insubstituivel pra mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tenho medo, medo do que sinto, medo de perder você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apesar do pouco tempo você me conhece como ninguém, sabe como sou impulsiva, que muitas vezes falo o que vem a cabeça sem medir palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As vezes falo bobagem, meto os pés pelas mãos, como você diz, sou mesmo uma cabeça de ovo que leva tudo a ponta de faca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei que você não quer que eu te peça desculpas, mas neste momento sinto que é preciso e vou fazê-lo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Peço desculpas pela minha insegurança e pelo meu medo excessivo de te perder, pelas minhas cobranças e pelas minhas dúvidas. Peço desculpas pela fragilidade que demonstro por você, por querer mais do que você pode me dar. Neste momento peço desculpas por te amar demais..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me desculpe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-892639017656124058?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/892639017656124058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoje-dedico-o-que-escrevo-uma-amiga.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/892639017656124058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/892639017656124058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoje-dedico-o-que-escrevo-uma-amiga.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SWfx1BfOT9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Q64ui7xmbcg/s72-c/imagens-amor-colorir-h.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-339224212221505884</id><published>2009-01-08T19:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:37:58.232-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SWZ231rfGsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Te7lwghhdJI/s1600-h/ATgAAADfex3BEWUNjjo6i3uzBvlEd_LoXpWA3UWK2QYZzXUo9CPdkWSWqw_eS60Xiah3LAUMXXtzztYSUWamrm6cGAXnAJtU9VD8_2hCWIARGoS_7lU6eTj3fna43w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289045514067581634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SWZ231rfGsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Te7lwghhdJI/s320/ATgAAADfex3BEWUNjjo6i3uzBvlEd_LoXpWA3UWK2QYZzXUo9CPdkWSWqw_eS60Xiah3LAUMXXtzztYSUWamrm6cGAXnAJtU9VD8_2hCWIARGoS_7lU6eTj3fna43w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje está lendo algumas coisas e um verso me cha&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SWZ2h-UZj3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/rgntOZPX9NE/s1600-h/ATgAAADfex3BEWUNjjo6i3uzBvlEd_LoXpWA3UWK2QYZzXUo9CPdkWSWqw_eS60Xiah3LAUMXXtzztYSUWamrm6cGAXnAJtU9VD8_2hCWIARGoS_7lU6eTj3fna43w.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mou a atenção:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;"Teu abraço é uma respiração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Com um beijo você me mantém viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Teu olhar é um lindo amanhecer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amor, eu já nem sei o que dizer, já não sei o que fazer pra você entender que é ao seu lado que toda a minha vida quero viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu fico aqui, recordando todos os momentos que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;passei ao seu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fico aqui tentando entender porque você se foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esperando que um dia você volte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinto falta do seu perfume, do seu toque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As vezes chego a pensar que tudo não passa de um pesadelo, de uma ilusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As vezes tento acreditar que daqui a pouco vou acordar, que por esta porta você vai entrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e devolver todos os meus sonhos, que vai voltar a fazer feliz meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-339224212221505884?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/339224212221505884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoje-est-lendo-algumas-coisas-e-um.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/339224212221505884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/339224212221505884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoje-est-lendo-algumas-coisas-e-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SWZ231rfGsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Te7lwghhdJI/s72-c/ATgAAADfex3BEWUNjjo6i3uzBvlEd_LoXpWA3UWK2QYZzXUo9CPdkWSWqw_eS60Xiah3LAUMXXtzztYSUWamrm6cGAXnAJtU9VD8_2hCWIARGoS_7lU6eTj3fna43w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-2916118422009815026</id><published>2009-01-06T22:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:33:28.032-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SWQNHx2eOvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/uCokJ-DDP70/s1600-h/Imagens+d"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288366289731861234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SWQNHx2eOvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/uCokJ-DDP70/s320/Imagens+d%27amor+(19).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bom, ultimamente tem sido difícil escrever, a cada dia que passa a dor aumenta, a cada dia que passa me sinto pior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É quase como se me faltasse o ar, como se derepente eu não pudesse respirar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Te ver e não te ter, te olhar e não poder te tocar, te abraçar... nem sei como explicar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Há alguns dias minha amiga Lara que conheci aqui pelo blog postou o seguinte "tudo o que eu quero de Natal é você", e realmente, tudo o que eu queria de Natal, de Ano Novo, tudo o que eu queria na vida se resume a uma palavra, se resume a você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nunca vou esquecer do cartão que havia comprado pra lhe dar de Natal, ele era cheio de desenhos de reninhas segurando corações, na capa estava escrito o seguinte, "Este cartão contém o maior presente que eu poderia lhe dar", dentro continuava: "todo o meu amor por você e toda felicidade que sinto por estar ao seu lado. Feliz Natal!". Eu já estava com esse cartão comprado a semanas, quando o vi comprei na hora, percebi que era ele, que era perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bom, não cheguei a lhe dar este cartão de Natal porque terminamos um pouco mais de uma semana antes, mas lhe dei ele antes de ir embora e você me disse que iria guardar pra sempre. Talvez você tenha falado só por falar, mas vejo assim, estava escrito que aquele cartão continha todo a amor que sinto por você e se realmente guardou o cartão é sinal de que está guardando este amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bom, já é bem tarde e vou ir dormir, a unica coisa que tenho certeza é que amanha quando eu cheguar, lá você estará. É que de que por mais que eu tente fugir, que eu tente evitar, basta eu olhar pro lado pra te encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-2916118422009815026?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/2916118422009815026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/01/bom-ultimamente-tem-sido-difcil.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/2916118422009815026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/2916118422009815026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/01/bom-ultimamente-tem-sido-difcil.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SWQNHx2eOvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/uCokJ-DDP70/s72-c/Imagens+d%27amor+(19).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-7016912837789889622</id><published>2009-01-05T12:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:43:52.392-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SWIcXRi8FGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4kb0T6sRvtQ/s1600-h/i65478o.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287820098658899042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SWIcXRi8FGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4kb0T6sRvtQ/s320/i65478o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes eu penso que vou conseguir, que vou te esquecer, mas chega a noite e tudo me faz lembrar você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes eu penso que tudo vai se resolver, que vou ser feliz sem você, mas chega a dor e sinto como se eu fosse morrer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes eu tento me enganar, fingir que estou bem, mas bem lá no fundo sei que é com você que quero ficar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes, só as vezes, tento te odiar, mas não consigo, sei que pra sempre vou te amar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-7016912837789889622?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/7016912837789889622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/01/s-vezes-eu-penso-que-vou-conseguir-que.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/7016912837789889622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/7016912837789889622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/01/s-vezes-eu-penso-que-vou-conseguir-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SWIcXRi8FGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4kb0T6sRvtQ/s72-c/i65478o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-8957378812219591096</id><published>2009-01-01T20:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:40:20.182-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esse já não é um poema de amor, é mais um desabafo, algo que escrevo para quem sabe você entender tudo pelo qual passei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SV1vlhAJrHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TOu-EvbfY7g/s1600-h/Mi_Amor_by_SunDropsTonight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286504227907677298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SV1vlhAJrHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TOu-EvbfY7g/s320/Mi_Amor_by_SunDropsTonight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando você me pediu em namoro eu me senti a pessoa mais feliz do mundo, você nem imagina o quanto meu coração disparou, minha vontade era de dizer sim na hora, de abraçar você, de dizer o quanto eu estava feliz por aquilo estar acontecendo. Mas inicialmente tive medo, medo de você estar brincando comigo, medo de lhe entregar todo o meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas quanto a isso não tive muito o que fazer, meu coração já lhe pertencia. Uma semana depois disse sim, um dia inesquecível, gravado pra sempre em minha memória e em nossas alianças, 08/07/08.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Desde dia em diante começei a lhe amar mais do que tudo, mais do que há a mim mesma e talvez este tenha sido meu erro. Eu coloquei você acima de tudo, por você eu enfrentei a todos, briguei por você, me prejudiquei muitas vezes, por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enquanto eu passava por tudo isso você fingia que nada estava acontecendo, nem um muito obrigado ou um eu sei por tudo que você esta passando você dizia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quantas vezes você me magou com palavras? Com atos? Quantas vezes você me fez chorar? Muitas, mas o que eu sentia por você superava tudo isso. Quando estavamos juntos nada mais importava, eu me esquecia do mundo porque sabia e sentia que era ali, em seus braços, que eu queria passar toda a minha vida. Eu sabia que era você e por você eu enfrentaria o que viesse, o que fosse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje vejo que pra você não era assim, que você não enfrentou nada por mim. Foi você que me prometeu a eternidade, o pra sempre, mas fui eu que lutei pra isso. Fui eu que fiz tudo pra dar certo, que lutei por esse amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Durou cinco meses e quatro dias, e apesar de tudo, foram os meus cinco meses e quatro dias mais felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu sonhei com uma vida ao seu lado e a verdade é que ainda sonho. Talvez não como antes, mas ainda te amo, ainda acredito que algum dia poderá ser pra SEMPRE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-8957378812219591096?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/8957378812219591096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/01/esse-j-no-mais-um-poema-de-amor-mais-um.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/8957378812219591096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/8957378812219591096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2009/01/esse-j-no-mais-um-poema-de-amor-mais-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SV1vlhAJrHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TOu-EvbfY7g/s72-c/Mi_Amor_by_SunDropsTonight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-3896090195738444133</id><published>2008-12-28T00:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:12:47.866-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SVbucXvpVAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wbVUADMr6fk/s1600-h/fotos-romanticas.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284673383943459842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SVbucXvpVAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wbVUADMr6fk/s320/fotos-romanticas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje nossa música finalmente tocou e já é um absurdo falar que tudo entre nós acabou.&lt;br /&gt;No instante em que ela começou eu olhei pra você, você me olhou.&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar não mente, o que sentimos um pelo outro só pode ser sim amor.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei explicar o que acontece, só sei que nunca me senti assim.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto como se você já fizesse parte de mim.&lt;br /&gt;E não sei o que faço pra apagar você da minha mente, pra tirar você do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes sinto como se eu estivesse perdendo a razão.&lt;br /&gt;O que posso fazer pra você voltar? Ou pra tudo isso que&lt;br /&gt;sinto acabar?&lt;br /&gt;Você pode me dizer?  Por favor, me ajude a te esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-3896090195738444133?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/3896090195738444133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2008/12/hoje-nossa-msica-finalmente-tocou-e-j.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/3896090195738444133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/3896090195738444133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2008/12/hoje-nossa-msica-finalmente-tocou-e-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SVbucXvpVAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wbVUADMr6fk/s72-c/fotos-romanticas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-7787491575615404099</id><published>2008-12-25T16:55:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:27:22.132-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SVZJQkrdTjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/T2NZViKAfkY/s1600-h/A+IMAGEM+DO+CASAL+SEPARADO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284491761838542386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SVZJQkrdTjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/T2NZViKAfkY/s320/A+IMAGEM+DO+CASAL+SEPARADO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não sei descrever o que senti hoje quando te vi, pensei que eu fosse morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foi a primeira vez que depois de tudo os nossos olhos voltaram a se encontrar, que eu voltei a me ver dentro do seu olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu te amo tanto e não consigo entender o porque, não entendo porque justamente comigo isso foi acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu largaria tudo por você, é só querer, basta me dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-7787491575615404099?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/7787491575615404099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-sei-descrever-o-que-senti-hoje_25.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/7787491575615404099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/7787491575615404099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-sei-descrever-o-que-senti-hoje_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SVZJQkrdTjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/T2NZViKAfkY/s72-c/A+IMAGEM+DO+CASAL+SEPARADO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-4775520767743095606</id><published>2008-12-25T16:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T17:02:26.900-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SVPYYVxvsGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/i-Ds68bMflA/s1600-h/love1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283804700509974626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SVPYYVxvsGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/i-Ds68bMflA/s320/love1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje sim tenho certeza de que não estou pronta para deixar pra trás tudo o que vivi ao seu lado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não posso e nem consigo acreditar que tudo foi mentira, que foi só ilusão, pois não foi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te olho e me lembro de cada momento, fecho os olhos e escuto as últimas palavras que para mim pronunciou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sempre vou te amar, foi isso que me falou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas se isso for realmente verdade porque não damos uma segunda chance para todos os sonhos que juntos construimos? Porque não damos uma segunda chance ao nosso amor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje o que eu quero é ainda recomeçar, mas recomeçar ao seu lado, recomeçar com você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por um único motivo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te amo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-4775520767743095606?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/4775520767743095606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2008/12/hoje-sim-tenho-certeza-de-que-no-estou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/4775520767743095606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/4775520767743095606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2008/12/hoje-sim-tenho-certeza-de-que-no-estou.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SVPYYVxvsGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/i-Ds68bMflA/s72-c/love1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-1557969298474542134</id><published>2008-12-25T00:15:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:32:21.958-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SVLve35PluI/AAAAAAAAAEk/i2tjEN6xGLU/s1600-h/Ã§l98.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283548626538174178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SVLve35PluI/AAAAAAAAAEk/i2tjEN6xGLU/s320/%C3%A7l98.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já não sei mais o que sinto quando te vejo, é estranho, difícil, quase insuportável.&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo que te olho e te amo, te olho e te odeio. Na verdade acho que não te odeio, nunca te odiarei.&lt;br /&gt;Mas me sinto ferida, machucada, me sinto magoada.&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo lhe perdoar, por todos os sonho que comigo construiu, por esses mesmos sonhos que destruiu.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo que talvez a culpa não tenha sido sua, que a culpa não seja de ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Culpo a vida, o destino que quis assim. Culpo o tempo, o tempo que me fez te amar sem medida, mas que não consegue me fazer te esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-1557969298474542134?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/1557969298474542134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2008/12/j-no-sei-mais-o-que-sinto-quando-te.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/1557969298474542134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/1557969298474542134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2008/12/j-no-sei-mais-o-que-sinto-quando-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SVLve35PluI/AAAAAAAAAEk/i2tjEN6xGLU/s72-c/%C3%A7l98.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-6449078731837983470</id><published>2008-12-22T20:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:20:12.943-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SVAkrsLNzMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/T5vljWkZJ8o/s1600-h/labirinto.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282762695916768450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SVAkrsLNzMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/T5vljWkZJ8o/s320/labirinto.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje só gostaria de entender &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a vida é assim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gostaria de saber o que acontece &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dentro de mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me sinto perdida, busco alguém &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que possa me salvar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém que possa de uma certa forma me encontrar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas como? Como se nem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mesmo sei &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onde estou? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se nem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mesmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eu sei quem sou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje só gostaria de entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;porque me deixou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque meus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;consigo levou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-6449078731837983470?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/6449078731837983470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2008/12/hoje-s-gostaria-de-entender-porque-vida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/6449078731837983470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/6449078731837983470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2008/12/hoje-s-gostaria-de-entender-porque-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SVAkrsLNzMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/T5vljWkZJ8o/s72-c/labirinto.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-5748000199293421800</id><published>2008-12-21T22:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:49:42.967-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SU74gYGxBaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fckDG9Xz8lw/s1600-h/vento%20nos%20cabelos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282432648062502306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SU74gYGxBaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fckDG9Xz8lw/s320/vento%2520nos%2520cabelos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SU7qfjK0wxI/AAAAAAAAADs/AM6gmMocHyQ/s1600-h/ATgAAACJdyNAlJV1mbqMkuuLVHh3xZBD1xx_PDpLd7aeRBA6f5SEmmCza9YRR4bc8ECGcC3OlMqsub_l9k2i45IPlbGMAJtU9VD1BrY48qiRmyQT6tZOhff4JlCvtw.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Olho pela janela e vejo um mundo lá fora, mas sinto como se este não mais me pertencesse, pois desde que lhe conheci, meu mundo se tornou você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já não sei como agir, ja não sei o que fazer. Não sei o que faço pra conseguir te esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sem você nada mais será igual, ao seu lado tudo era especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque tudo  na vida tem que ter um final?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Olho pela janela e não te vejo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cadê você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-5748000199293421800?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/5748000199293421800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2008/12/olho-pela-janela-e-vejo-um-mundo-l-fora.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/5748000199293421800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/5748000199293421800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2008/12/olho-pela-janela-e-vejo-um-mundo-l-fora.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SU74gYGxBaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fckDG9Xz8lw/s72-c/vento%2520nos%2520cabelos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-3795541987562874337</id><published>2008-12-21T00:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T01:13:12.466-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SU2z4mOskmI/AAAAAAAAADc/Qu9qpVVsrIs/s1600-h/Loves_In_Sand_by_AcquaBlue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282075722891694690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SU2z4mOskmI/AAAAAAAAADc/Qu9qpVVsrIs/s320/Loves_In_Sand_by_AcquaBlue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SU2zZhpOlsI/AAAAAAAAADU/6473m561VVw/s1600-h/Imagens+d"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recomeçar, é isso que devo fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas como? Como se não consigo te esquecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se meu coração ainda acelera toda vez que te vê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que eu faço pra apagar de vez da minha mente o seu sorriso? O seu olhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que eu faço pra não mais te amar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recomeçar, é isso que devo fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas será que sem seu amor eu conseguirei viver ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-3795541987562874337?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/3795541987562874337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2008/12/recomear-isso-que-devo-fazer.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/3795541987562874337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/3795541987562874337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2008/12/recomear-isso-que-devo-fazer.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SU2z4mOskmI/AAAAAAAAADc/Qu9qpVVsrIs/s72-c/Loves_In_Sand_by_AcquaBlue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-6597494242230133971</id><published>2008-12-16T18:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:17:16.496-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SUgacBZhEVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/i3k8rRawY5s/s1600-h/1194753418_rosto_na_janela_com_chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280499631806026066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SUgacBZhEVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/i3k8rRawY5s/s320/1194753418_rosto_na_janela_com_chuva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ainda sinto o seu perfume, sua respiração junto a mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ainda escuto sua voz dizendo que me ama, escuto cada frase, cada palavra que costumava me dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você me prometeu a eternidade, me fez acreditar que era pra sempre, mas foi embora levando minhas esperanças, meus sonhos e meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como viverei sem seu amor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-6597494242230133971?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/6597494242230133971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2008/12/ainda-sinto-o-seu-perfume-sua-respirao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/6597494242230133971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/6597494242230133971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2008/12/ainda-sinto-o-seu-perfume-sua-respirao.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SUgacBZhEVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/i3k8rRawY5s/s72-c/1194753418_rosto_na_janela_com_chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-8757838096452843751</id><published>2008-12-13T17:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:25:06.798-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SUgcWDQKf1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/28aS0_ox32k/s1600-h/cor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280501728247709522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SUgcWDQKf1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/28aS0_ox32k/s320/cor1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Num piscar de olhos tudo se acaba&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SUQbjvuw8_I/AAAAAAAAACI/HuVU2MCALWA/s1600-h/cor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que você imaginou ser sólido se desfaz com um simples soprar do vento&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que você imaginou ser pra sempre derrepente se desfaz.&lt;br /&gt;Te cortando o coração, partindo sua alma, te fazendo chorar.&lt;br /&gt;É como a chuva que cai te encharcando até os ossos, congelando seus sentimentos, levando pra sempre uma parte de você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você sente medo, incerteza, sente como se nunca mais fosse ser a mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E realmente, nada mais vai ser como antes, por um único motivo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tudo acabou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-8757838096452843751?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/8757838096452843751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2008/12/num-piscar-de-olhos-tudo-se-acaba-tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/8757838096452843751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/8757838096452843751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2008/12/num-piscar-de-olhos-tudo-se-acaba-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SUgcWDQKf1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/28aS0_ox32k/s72-c/cor1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-685394954713273140</id><published>2008-12-12T18:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:19:16.626-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SULF_ZPPILI/AAAAAAAAABc/kmbsXByGMkc/s1600-h/crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278999406128865458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SULF_ZPPILI/AAAAAAAAABc/kmbsXByGMkc/s320/crying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Odeio os seus desprezos e a sua incensibilidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sua instabilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Odeio suas desculpas esfarrapadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suas mentiras deslavadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Odeio seus medos, seus anceios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sua distância, suas barreiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Odeio quando me afasta, me mágoa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando me faz chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas odeio principalmente o fato de não deixar de te amar, de não conseguir te odiar nem por um segundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-685394954713273140?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/685394954713273140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2008/12/odeio-os-seus-desprezos-e-sua.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/685394954713273140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/685394954713273140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2008/12/odeio-os-seus-desprezos-e-sua.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SULF_ZPPILI/AAAAAAAAABc/kmbsXByGMkc/s72-c/crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7256561168159541932.post-1430360580118937866</id><published>2008-12-12T17:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:34:47.195-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SUK87MOVhUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZZTpw-_QeJg/s1600-h/iopo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278989438311302466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SUK87MOVhUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZZTpw-_QeJg/s400/iopo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Há alguns dia me perguntaram o que eu mais amava em você, de início pensei ser uma pergunta de simples resposta, mas hoje percebo que não é tão simples assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amo o seu olhar que me enche de vida e felicidade, mas mais do que ele amo o jeito como me olhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amo o seu sorriso, todos eles, mas principlamente aquele que você dá de cantinho, querendo não rir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amo sua voz e a maneira como falas comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amo seus gestos, seus abraços, seus beijos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas sabe o que eu amo mais do que tudo isso? Amo a idéia de passar a vida toda contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7256561168159541932-1430360580118937866?l=porsiempreac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/feeds/1430360580118937866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2008/12/h-alguns-dia-me-perguntaram-o-que-eu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/1430360580118937866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7256561168159541932/posts/default/1430360580118937866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porsiempreac.blogspot.com/2008/12/h-alguns-dia-me-perguntaram-o-que-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Angélica da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16668401748143860759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SqrDOlCjWBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6BRkgQAMMAs/S220/Imagem+142.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pV9bqUb7Srw/SUK87MOVhUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZZTpw-_QeJg/s72-c/iopo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
