<?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-3281619477509415609</id><updated>2011-10-01T06:21:51.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, I choose....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-5969974277106717682</id><published>2011-01-03T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T16:41:04.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>Eu só queria que as coisas fossem diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.e que algumas pessoas fossem diferentes em alguns aspectos também.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-5969974277106717682?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5969974277106717682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=5969974277106717682' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/5969974277106717682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/5969974277106717682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-2972272298744287785</id><published>2010-12-13T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T13:41:47.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sinto que os bons fluídos de 2011 se anteciparam, o que me dá a impressão que 2010 não foi TÃO ruim assim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pelo menos alguns bons acontecimentos pra salvar o quadro geral!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bom humor, tirando a chuva ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-2972272298744287785?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-3321139207972860241</id><published>2010-11-25T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T17:45:39.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;CONVENHAMOS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que este ano está um porre, ano do azar. Desapontada, decepcionada com tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de férias:&lt;br /&gt;- do trabalho&lt;br /&gt;- da faculdade&lt;br /&gt;- do namorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favor esquecerem que eu existo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tome nota.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-3321139207972860241?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3321139207972860241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=3321139207972860241' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/3321139207972860241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/3321139207972860241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/convenhamos-que-este-ano-esta-um-porre.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-8692487668078418985</id><published>2010-07-15T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:28:10.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy b-day.</title><content type='html'>Não há melhor coisa do que receber do seu namorado os parabéns pelo seu aniversário, o desejo de muitas felicidades, coisas boas, uma eternidade de amor vivida juntamente, beijos e abraços, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAS POR SMS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POUPE-ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-8692487668078418985?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8692487668078418985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=8692487668078418985' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/8692487668078418985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/8692487668078418985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-b-day.html' title='happy b-day.'/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-4447106790164721141</id><published>2010-02-19T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:08:11.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnapaúba</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;estrela cadente, pôr do sol, risada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;alegria, choro, lágrima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Senti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;calor, saudade, aperto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;paixão, vontade, desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ouvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;passarinho, canto, violão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a noite, o pulsar, a escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Provei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;do amor, teu gosto e suor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;teu beijo,&amp;nbsp;teu corpo, teu melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Toquei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;o céu, sentimento, imensidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;tua alma, tua boca, coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Perdi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;o medo, a vergonha, o juízo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;nem sequer lembrar sem rir eu consigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ganhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;família, carinho, atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;carnaval, música, diversão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Admirei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;o sol, o céu, o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp;Deus em toda a mistura da cor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Percebi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;memórias que nunca mais vou esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;o que me motiva, me dá vontade de viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sobrou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;vontade de voltar e a&amp;nbsp;saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;lembrança, um dia eu volto.... quem sabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Inesquecível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Obrigado Caio, por tudo!... te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-4447106790164721141?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4447106790164721141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=4447106790164721141' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/4447106790164721141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/4447106790164721141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/carnapauba.html' title='Carnapaúba'/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-1353339293637591261</id><published>2010-02-09T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T12:04:54.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fui ao fundo do poço, tentei me afogar nele.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdão por achar que eu caminhava sozinha o tempo todo, não era verdade.&lt;br /&gt;E eu admito em certas partes e, aprendam todos também, que o tempo é o melhor remédio. Não pra esquecer, mas pra te fazer lembrar ainda MAIS daquilo/de quem você precisa todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Eu ganhei uma segunda chance na vida, no amor. A chance é minha e cabe a mim a cuidar dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas situações difíceis da vida é que aparece a&amp;nbsp;verdadeira personalidade das pessoas. Muitos tentaram me ajudar, poucos tiveram sabedoria.... e realmente quando não se está em boas condições fica difícil discernir o certo&amp;nbsp;do errado.Muitos tentaram me prejudicar, e também foi difícil discernir de quem deveria me afastar.&amp;nbsp;Dei a mão pras pessoas certas, felizmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade não se compra, e se isso fosse possível ninguem nunca teria dinheiro pra&amp;nbsp;comprá-la&lt;br /&gt;A minha hoje? INCOMPRÁVEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se meu post ta confuso, eu nao me importo. Há um tempinho atrás eu tbm estava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou nadando num poço.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continuo querendo me afogar nele...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um poço de felicidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-1353339293637591261?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1353339293637591261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=1353339293637591261' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/1353339293637591261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/1353339293637591261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/fui-ao-fundo-do-poco-tentei-me-afogar.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-8711956568369363724</id><published>2010-02-07T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T06:37:36.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida</title><content type='html'>Existe aquele versinho que diz que cada pessoa que passa pela sua vida é única e que deixa marcas, deixa história, deixa um pouco de si.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas pessoas passaram pela minha vida, ajudaram a construir um pedaço dela. Todas elas foram essenciais, nos seus pontos positivos e negativos.&lt;br /&gt;- Muitas amigas, cada uma tentando me ajudar de um jeito diferente (não as julgo por isso) e compartilhando histórias únicas, risadas só nossas.&lt;br /&gt;- Muitos namoradinhos, cada um com sua particularidade (suas qualidades marcantes e seus defeitos insuportáveis)&lt;br /&gt;- Muitas amizades, pessoas que me ensinaram como podem ser doces e prestativas e outras que mostraram quão rudes podem ser.&lt;br /&gt;- Muitos inimigos, e olha que foram muitos! Podem dizer por aí que eu sou muito boazinha ou dizer totalmente ao contrário... mas o fato é que é impossível agradar a todos.Tentei.&lt;br /&gt;- Família... essa que mesmo com todos os seus defeitos, é minha, paciente, errada, certa, suporte, coluna. Sem mais delongas. Não posso esquecer da Mila, minha cachorrinha única que infelizmente já foi embora, e da Belinha minha cachorrinha presente,&amp;nbsp; mais carinhosa impossível.&lt;br /&gt;- Paixões tive também, todas inconsequentemente descontroladas e vividas ao máximo. Historias demais, as que eu digo sao verdadeiras... as que dizem por aí são somente boatos.&lt;br /&gt;- Amores, poucos. Válvula que nao tem escape. Se sei realmente o que é amor, ele foi a melhor coisa que pôde me acontecer. Um sentimento tão completo que trouxe em seu pacote todos os outros.. foi a chance que tive pra dividir uma coisa só minha com alguem, minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Amor de pai e mãe, amor de amigo, amor de homem. Ele inicia e ele mesmo termina.&lt;br /&gt;Só queria agradecer a todos que de alguma forma participaram da minha vida, vocês não foram em vão.&lt;br /&gt;Perdão por algo, Obrigada por tudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-8711956568369363724?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8711956568369363724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=8711956568369363724' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/8711956568369363724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/8711956568369363724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/existe-aquele-versinho-que-diz-que-cada.html' title='Vida'/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-3357401940254385931</id><published>2010-02-04T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T17:45:08.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Congratulações ao Santos pelo jogo de hoje contra o Santo André... mesmo tendo comentários não muito bons.Com ou sem emoção? Com certeza, SEM emoção.&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns Neymar pela EFEMERIDADE e pelos gols... sua &lt;strike&gt;falta de&lt;/strike&gt; humildade me comove!Seu estilo 'moicano de ser' é&amp;nbsp;supimpa.&amp;nbsp;Por ultimo, nao menos importante, Paulo Henrique, vc é o cara! ahahah &lt;br /&gt;Hoje o Santos não &lt;strike&gt;foi&lt;/strike&gt; seria nada sem vcs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo esse post só pra agradecer a saída do Corinthians do G4. SIM, corinthianos me irritam profundamente ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graças a Deus amanha é sexta, descanso manda lembranças!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;[Preciso de um dicionário com palavras novas, porque as minhas já estão gastas demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Será que é tãaao dificil entender?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-3357401940254385931?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3357401940254385931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=3357401940254385931' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/3357401940254385931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/3357401940254385931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/congratulacoes-ao-santos-pelo-jogo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-5508937263703248302</id><published>2010-02-02T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:00:48.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabar-fo.</title><content type='html'>Quero a mesma coisa hoje, amanha e depois. Venho querendo isso&amp;nbsp;há muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Quero férias hoje, amanha e depois. Venho querendo isso&amp;nbsp;há muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Quero dormir muito hoje, amanha e depois. Venho querendo isso há muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Quero carinho hoje, amanha e depois. Venho querendo isso há muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Quero você hoje, amanha e depois. Venho querendo e quero isso por muito tempo.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa pra lá....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-5508937263703248302?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5508937263703248302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=5508937263703248302' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/5508937263703248302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/5508937263703248302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/desabar-fo.html' title='Desabar-fo.'/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-9167523246373778196</id><published>2010-02-01T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T13:20:53.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucesso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Pensamento positivo é a chave pro sucesso"&lt;/span&gt; : isso é o que dizem por aí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A chave pro sucesso é&amp;nbsp;agir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fica aí pensando positivo que quem sabe você cai no sono....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;Eu vou é agir pra que você não durma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-9167523246373778196?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9167523246373778196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=9167523246373778196' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/9167523246373778196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/9167523246373778196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/sucessp.html' title='Sucesso'/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-1636565188092743088</id><published>2010-01-29T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T14:13:33.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horóscopo de 29-01-2010 - Câncer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Agora é preciso se liberar das amarras que vêm impedindo você de realizar as transformações que a sua vida vem pedindo. Por trás da teimosia sempre há algum tipo de medo ou receio de olhar as coisas por um outro ângulo ou ponto de vista. Para mudar de verdade, é preciso coragem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O erotismo e os desejos são cada vez mais intensos, porém a propensão para a possessividade e o ciúme é igualmente forte. Aproveite, mas vá com calma e não queira controlar o companheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Atenção com o seu dinheiro e cuidado para não engordar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe que as coisas corram mais soltas, pois isso lhe fará muito bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Entendeu, Maria Cláudia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-1636565188092743088?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1636565188092743088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=1636565188092743088' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/1636565188092743088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/1636565188092743088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/horoscopo-de-29-01-2010-cancer-agora-e.html' title='Horóscopo de 29-01-2010 - Câncer'/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-8069852853148735881</id><published>2010-01-27T19:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:14:21.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;PQ EU NAO DURMO E NAO ACORDO MAIS, HEIM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-8069852853148735881?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8069852853148735881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=8069852853148735881' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/8069852853148735881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/8069852853148735881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/pq-eu-nao-durmo-e-nao-acordo-mais-heim.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-3917820774607230830</id><published>2010-01-27T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:26:20.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jovem Guarda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje, eu ouço as canções que você fez pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não sei porque razão tudo mudou assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ficaram as canções e você nao ficou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Esqueceu de tanta coisa que um dia me falou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tanta coisa que somente entre nós dois ficou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu acho que você já nem se lembra mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É tao difícil olhar o mundo e ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O que ainda existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois sem você meu mundo é diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Minha alegria é triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quantas vezes você me disse que me amava tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tantas vezes eu enxuguei o seu pranto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E agora eu choro só sem ter você aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por: Erasmo Carlos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-3917820774607230830?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3917820774607230830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=3917820774607230830' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/3917820774607230830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/3917820774607230830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/jovem-guarda.html' title='Jovem Guarda'/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-8970328305717090203</id><published>2010-01-25T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:37:17.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mais que acomodada, conjunto perfeito : sofa + notebook + tv.&lt;br /&gt;Morbidez, monotonia, desânimo, tédio!&lt;br /&gt;Alguma vontade? NÃO. Na verdade sim, alguem me traz comida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje dificilmente alguma coisa me tira daqui, só alguém.... :(&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez nem me tire, porque ainda tem espaço sobrando do meu lado no sofá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, cadê meu celular? Vai que me ligam.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-8970328305717090203?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8970328305717090203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=8970328305717090203' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/8970328305717090203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/8970328305717090203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/mais-que-acomodada-conjunto-perfeito.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-2591464946664028630</id><published>2010-01-22T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:26:52.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;I dont understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;why do I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt; a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-2591464946664028630?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2591464946664028630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=2591464946664028630' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/2591464946664028630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/2591464946664028630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-understand-why-do-i-stress-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-1564190139689848284</id><published>2009-04-22T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:56:12.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;eu gosto do teu gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e do gosto do teu gostar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;de cheirar o teu cheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;cheiro bom que me faz lembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;como gosto do nosso pra sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e pra sempre de ti gostar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;o sempre que é o nosso durante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;que me prometes nunca acabar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-1564190139689848284?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1564190139689848284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=1564190139689848284' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/1564190139689848284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/1564190139689848284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-gosto-do-teu-gosto-e-do-gosto-do-teu.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-2120487151850412098</id><published>2009-01-18T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:20:14.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;do &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Antigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;VONTADE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; do&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabeça  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ocupada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Não &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; na &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Burrada&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vida Corrida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEMPRE &lt;/span&gt; sem&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pra &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;Nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-2120487151850412098?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2120487151850412098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=2120487151850412098' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/2120487151850412098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/2120487151850412098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/saudade-do-antigo-vontade-do-novo-cabea.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-8001919951330038441</id><published>2008-12-20T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T07:07:57.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;                                                                           &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;E de repente você me liga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sentimento embargado ,voz tremida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Pede perdão, diz que não acredita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;como pôde perder essa menina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;não tenho o que dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;porque tbm não queria te perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;mas acho que á agora já é tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;eu encontrei uma outra metade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;talvez não tão certa como a primeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;mas que não me deixa esperando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;tal sinal ou  ligação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;a semana, o mês, a vid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;a inteira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-8001919951330038441?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8001919951330038441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=8001919951330038441' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/8001919951330038441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/8001919951330038441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-de-repente-voc-me-liga-sentimento.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-2881984950655202465</id><published>2008-12-03T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:44:54.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O tempo passa e certas coisas não mudam&lt;br /&gt;Tava mechendo no meu fotolog, achei um post meu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ae então ela tem que se decidir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;age como se não tivesse; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;exige como se pudesse; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;parece que quer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;toma-lo só pra si. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;meu bem.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;na verdade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ela nem sabe pra onde quer ir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não mudou&lt;br /&gt;beijosmeliga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-2881984950655202465?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2881984950655202465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=2881984950655202465' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/2881984950655202465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/2881984950655202465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-tempo-passa-e-certas-coisas-no-mudam.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-3817239207769503307</id><published>2008-10-19T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:54:40.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VuOxxVWQfDk/SPvvvX5h-lI/AAAAAAAAABw/il71b31INH4/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7ao+costurado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 323px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VuOxxVWQfDk/SPvvvX5h-lI/AAAAAAAAABw/il71b31INH4/s320/cora%C3%A7ao+costurado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259060587033393746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Coração costurado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;cheio de rasgos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;provisioramente remendado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Novamente machucado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; costura desfeita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;e caindo aos pedaços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Eu mesma costurei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;remendos, linhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;botões e preguinhas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;nem sei onde arranjei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Acho que em certa hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;nem mais forma terá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;só remendo e linha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ocupando o tal lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-3817239207769503307?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3817239207769503307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=3817239207769503307' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/3817239207769503307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/3817239207769503307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VuOxxVWQfDk/SPvvvX5h-lI/AAAAAAAAABw/il71b31INH4/s72-c/cora%C3%A7ao+costurado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-8267754911803454516</id><published>2008-10-18T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:17:18.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love song for no one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;quando voce vê que tem tudo mas na verdade nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;quando o relógio pára nos números iguais, mas voce sabe que não tem ninguem pensando em você, tenta se convencer que tem, e mesmo que tivesse... vc daria um jeito de terminar antes que as coisas ficassem mais sérias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;aliás, é isso que eu sempre faço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quando voce acha que no final sempre sai ganhando.. afinal, o quê vc ganha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;bom, ganha vários te ligando por algum tempo, alguns dizendo 'te amo', outros escrevendo musicas com teu nome.. e vc? Ah, vc tava legal dessas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;acho que vc ganha um tempo com cada um, ganha algumas risadas... mas tbm ganha ninguém disponível como tinha quando vc precisava conversar, ganha ninguém em casa pra atender o telefone quando vc ligar (ou então um 'end' no celular), ganha um 'não abraço' sem interesse, ganha um não presente no dia dos namorados, enfim, acho que ganha bastante coisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quando não há promessas e nem compromissos, é tudo mais fácil.. porém tao superficial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do jeito que eu gosto as vezes.(ou acho que gosto, nao sei)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Verdade, eu terminei mais uma vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;E o quê eu ganhei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;acho que já respondi essa pergunta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-8267754911803454516?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8267754911803454516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=8267754911803454516' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/8267754911803454516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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atitudes conforme a idade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Por final, ele disse que:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;'o tal homem já na idade velha fica na rua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;cantando as menininhas prá não se sentir só,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;mas ao anoitecer ele vai pra casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;e quem ele abraça é a vovó'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;[o desconhecido é interessante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;mas não paga o que o coração sente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Você pode interpretar da forma que quiser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm used to u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-4385505324177868279?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4385505324177868279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=4385505324177868279' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/4385505324177868279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/4385505324177868279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/uma-certa-vez-num-show-que-eu-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-2700807458117669634</id><published>2008-08-09T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:49:22.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Eu escrevi e apaguei milhões de vezes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;palavras que eu queria dizer, mas nao disse porque nao soavam bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;eu segurei a voz por tantas vezes, não falando o que vinha à cabeça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;eu também prendi o choro com força, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;pra que não vissem o que eu queria esconder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;eu escutei o que o silêncio me disse, concordei, não fiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;aliás, o silêncio gritava, nao falava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Eu pensei no que não podia ser pensado, quis o proibido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;escondi o bonito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Senti saudade do que passou, quis não ter errado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;fiz uma música, duas, três... dizendo os segredos que não contei pra ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;também escondi as músicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Manti a aparência, tentei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Eu nem sempre acerto, nem penso no certo. Mas este é outro segredo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Eu também acordei no meio da noite, lembrei de você, de você e de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Outras noites eu não pensei e também não dormi, mas quando cai no sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;eu sonhei com vários vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Já fui pra praia sozinha pra esvaziar a cabeça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;mas vi que quanto mais vazia mais pensamentos invadem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Já tentei resolver muitos problemas e vi que quanto mais eu tento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;mais eles se complicam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Lembrei de pessoas por músicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Coloquei músicas no repeat, tortura mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tentei esquecer, até hoje tento esquecer algumas coisas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Eu as chamo de lembranças presentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Em falar nisso, eu queria esquecer o dia de hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;ainda to tentando&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-2700807458117669634?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2700807458117669634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=2700807458117669634' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/2700807458117669634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/2700807458117669634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/eu-escrevi-e-apaguei-milhes-de-vezes.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-991062822023859987</id><published>2008-07-28T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:17:54.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grife para ler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;De onde vem essa lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tão louca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;desse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;cheiro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;no ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;talvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; esse ar que eu respire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ainda faça a gente delirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Posso ter bebido um pouco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;só pra &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;relaxar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E é assim que eu quero te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;capaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;de seguir esse rastro e sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O quanto você está por perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Teu cheiro tem o dom de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;hipnotizar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Num segundo eu imagino a sensação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Que um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;beijo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;pode nos causar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;É um cheiro bom que tem no ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Vem você e rola aquele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;som&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;pra gente dançar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu cheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;desperta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;toda a minha libido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Quando estou contigo perco&lt;br /&gt;a noção do perigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Perco a hora, a cabeça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Aumenta o bpm do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chega&lt;/span&gt; mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;, chega, vem pra cá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Se esse é teu aroma,o sabor quero provar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mistério&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a desvendar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Tentei não me envolver,&lt;br /&gt;mas acho que não vai dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;O teu aroma está no ar,&lt;br /&gt;em qualquer lugar que eu vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Teu jeito, teu cheiro, teu sorriso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;teu &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; conquistou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Não dá para negar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;prefiro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;me entregar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Então, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; tal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;chegar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-991062822023859987?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/991062822023859987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=991062822023859987' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/991062822023859987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/991062822023859987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/eu-no-sei-de-onde-vem-essa-lembrana-to.html' title='Grife para ler'/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-9135233590830454522</id><published>2008-07-09T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T00:35:42.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inverno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Todos abraçados sem deixar espaço pro frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;uma alma sequer na rua alguém viu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tal inverno traz o cobertor, o desejo, o amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mas pro coração do solitário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;do arco-íris faz sumir a cor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Talvez somente calor de um cobertor antigo dado com amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;imaginado como calor de um amor antigo debaixo de um cobertor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Quem dera tal estação fosse temporária&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e não permanente do coração de quem fala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[depressão]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-9135233590830454522?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9135233590830454522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=9135233590830454522' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/9135233590830454522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/9135233590830454522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/inverno.html' title='inverno'/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-4131859966406749073</id><published>2008-07-07T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:39:01.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pq as pessoas sentem prazer em trair?&lt;br /&gt;pq é confortável mentir?&lt;br /&gt;pq a sina de voar é cair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pq agente deposita confiança em quem não merece?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                                                         pq parece que nunca escutam minhas preces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                                                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;pq as coisas ruins agente não esquece?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pq agente não pode comer doce sem engordar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;pq agente já acorda com preguiça?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pq tem gente que gosta de estudar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pq agente gosta de ouvir aquelas mentirinhas agradáveis?&lt;br /&gt;pq nosso (meu) quarto tá sempre desarrumado?&lt;br /&gt;pq as vezes agente gosta de fazer coisas detestáveis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pq agente curte fazer umas maldades,&lt;br /&gt;tirar sarro do que nao pode;&lt;br /&gt;manter nosso ibope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pq o amor é necessário?&lt;br /&gt;pq é tão dificil trancar o coração no armário?&lt;br /&gt;pq sentimento e razão são contraditórios?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pq nosso cabelo sempre tá de mau humor?&lt;br /&gt;pq nem todo abraço oferece calor?&lt;br /&gt;pq saudade é igual a dor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pq nem tudo tem resposta?&lt;br /&gt;pq minha vida e a tua são opostas?&lt;br /&gt;pq agente não escolhe de quem gosta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pq  o que encanta é um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;o que não se conhece é 'xuriço'&lt;br /&gt;e a grande graça é correr risco?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Oque muda ser baixo ou alto&lt;br /&gt;andar de tennis ou de salto&lt;br /&gt;se na verdade todo mundo sai feio na 3x4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pq Deus não vem fazer uma visita?&lt;br /&gt;nesse caso, Ele gostaria de comer uma pizza?&lt;br /&gt;Pq axo q seria muito triste pensar que Ele só fica lá em cima&lt;br /&gt;não respondendo essas perguntas&lt;br /&gt;e cuidando só de longe de quem precisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Pra tirar a poeira x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-4131859966406749073?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4131859966406749073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=4131859966406749073' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/4131859966406749073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/4131859966406749073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-839153470514509819</id><published>2008-06-23T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T08:24:49.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a damn crazy Weekend =)</title><content type='html'>Fim de semana mucho loco, agradeço desde já a todos que me proporcionaram aqueles momentos.&lt;br /&gt;E como sempre tudo acaba em briga&lt;br /&gt;aqui no blog termina em versinhos :)&lt;br /&gt;(créditos ao Edu que dividiu sua criatividade cmg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Era uma vez uma cervejada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;entre uma breja e outra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;tinha que ter pancada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Era ferro de um lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;soco de outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;O Edu ja tava nervoso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;meu Deus mas que sufoco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;No fim das contas foi legal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;(tirando o stress da geral)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;mas ainda existia aquele clima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;um romance sensual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;no meio do quebra-pau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;os bebados eram tantos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;e as briguentos foram se amontoando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;os deixa-disso tentando separar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;e as meninas de lado, em prantos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;o que fazer agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;se ninguem consegue separar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;o rapaz com uma barra de ferro xega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;isso em morte ainda vai dar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;e a mina muy loca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;achou que era militar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;requisitou o malandro da barra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;e com a arma decidiu ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;(mal sabia ela então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;que ficar com o ferro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;era uma mensagem subliminar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;e ela se lembrou do lovezinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;e esqueceu o fim do versinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;fica calmo vini-ninho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;nao te queimei nem um pouquinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;mto pelo contrario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;falei q vc era firmão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;vc achou q eu era otário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;mas fiz o corre de irmão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;e ela já nao mais preocupada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;resolve por fim a essa historia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;e o que restou na memoria da cervejada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;foi muita briga, romance e porrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;[eu gosto de você &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-839153470514509819?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/839153470514509819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=839153470514509819' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/839153470514509819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/839153470514509819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/such-damn-crazy-weekend.html' title='Such a damn crazy Weekend =)'/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-6100426609062318469</id><published>2008-06-11T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:53:41.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enamorar ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Definição de enamorar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;alantear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, requestar; cativar; procurar inspirar amor a; pretender o amor de; andar de namoro com; atrair, seduzir; desejar muito, cobiçar; olhar com enlevo; afeiçoar-se; agradar-se (de alguma coisa); ter namoro; apaixonar-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Essa foi a definição que o dicionário me deu. Mas será que ela é efetivamente presente, ou é somente figurativa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me responda você, se no seu namoro você ainda 'perde' tempo galanteando seu par mesmo sabendo que ela já é sua; se ainda requestra sua companhia como se não a visse todos os dias; se cativas um novo sentimento mesmo já sabendo que o amor que se diz existir já é o suficiente; se procura inspirar e cultivar esse tal do amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se costuma atraí-lo, como um ímã faz; seduzí-lo sem nenhum motivo; se ainda a deseja ardentemente como na primeira vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se ainda a cobiça como se não fosse sua; se ainda olha com enlevo, admiração, êxtase, maravilhado mesmo quando ela está descabelada ou com aquela espinha enorme no nariz ou com uns quilinhos a mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se ainda se afeiçoa, mesmo quando ela discorda de ti em todos os assuntos, principalmente dizendo que teu time é uma merda, te deixa brabo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se você ainda se agrada da sua companhia, das suas piadas (mesmo que sem graças), daqueles sorridos expontâneos que só ela saber dar, daquele passeio pra lugar nenhum, daqueles filmes chatos que foram ver no cinema mas que renderam boas risadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E  se ainda consegue apaixonar-se todo dia por aquela mesma pessoa, de tal forma que se perca nas palavras e nos pensamentos, que fique com os pés fora do chão.... simplesmente por saber que ela é sua, e por ser quem ela é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[todo sabemos que ficar/ser enamorado assim é muito dificil, pra não dizer impossível. Porém é uma ilusão que me agrada manter]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas acho que essa definição ficaria muito grande em um dicionário, então pode ser uma mais simples mas que é completa se feita de forma certa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enamorar: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;AMAR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-6100426609062318469?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6100426609062318469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=6100426609062318469' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/6100426609062318469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/6100426609062318469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/definio-de-enamorar-g-alantear.html' title='Enamorar ♥'/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-3830012245178886986</id><published>2008-06-05T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:04:41.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida de Princesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Outro dia conversei com uma pessoa sobre um assunto que pode até lhe parecer meio estranho, mas aposto que no final você concordará comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como sabemos, os Contos de Fadas sempre terminam em ' e foram felizes para sempre', e aparece aquela cena de pessoas sorrindo, comendo, bebendo. Ou então uma casa cheia de crianças correndo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com essa frase eu digo: Coitada das fadas e princesas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;(como assim coitada? oO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Imagine só quando todo mundo já estiver bêbado, estufados de tanto comer, e com dor na boxexa de ficar fazendo pose pra foto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Coitada da empregada que vai lavar a louça da festa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;E entao imagina quando aquele monte de criança correndo pela casa começarem a gritar, que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;brar tudo, a chorar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Coitada da 'princesa'! ( e aposto que ela não terá nada de princesa na hora de gritar com os filhos, e nem de limpar a merda deles, mas isso ja é outro texto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E imagina que saco ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; todos os dias tomando chá com aquele monte de princesa entojada, aturando aquele monte de anões junto com a Branca de neve. (aposto que elas colocam alguma coisa naq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;uele chá pra aguentar aquele tédio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;E cadê o principe? Deve estar assistindo o jogo no bar mais próximo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então te pergunto: qual é a graça de passar a vida inteira limitada a ser princesa, fazendo as mesmas coisas, e sendo sempre feliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Quando ela terá o verdadeiro gosto da alegria se nunca passou por um momento triste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade dela estará baseada no sofrimento de outro: da e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/encantada/encantada03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/encantada/encantada03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;mpregada q lavou a louça da festa, da babá que limpou o cocô do filho dela, ou do marido que ficou em casa e não assistiu o jogo pra lhe fazer companhia.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre às custas de outra pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Pra mim isso não eh Felicidade de verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Por isso que eu prefiro não ser fada e nem princesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Dentro do meu mundo, eu posso ser o que eu quiser.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje posso ser princesa e tomar meu chá, amanhã posso estar correndo na grama e rolar no chão com meu cachorro sem se preocupar em desmanchar meu cabelo ou amassar meu vestido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu estiver de saco cheio da minha história, eu começo outra. Quem sabe com anões, ou com principes, ou então até com bruxas.&lt;br /&gt;E quando o meu príncipe estiver me torrando a paciência, eu mando ele ir andar a cavalo! ahsuoahsu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;E quando achar que não preciso mais de ninguem e já estou feliz demais, eu escolho passar por algum momento dificil, e assim aprendo mais coisas sobre a vida que eu ja achava ser perfeita, e provo de uma alegria diferente e antes nunca vista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;De repente o MEU final feliz não é o mesmo que o seu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Por isso se um dia eu escrever um livro, no final terão umas páginas em branco e a frase escrita: 'escreva o SEU melhor final.' &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ou então deixe mesmo em branco, pq então a princesa poderá escolher seu próprio final, e não ficará limitada somente a chás, vestidos, crianças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Enfim, acho que a historia deveria acabar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;' e eles foram o que eles quiseram ser, independente de felizes ou não'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;[ Hoje eu escolhi meu final feliz ( ou oq quer q seja),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;♥...e ele começa com você ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-3830012245178886986?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3830012245178886986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=3830012245178886986' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/3830012245178886986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281619477509415609/posts/default/3830012245178886986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/vida-de-princesa.html' title='Vida de Princesa'/><author><name>Maria Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18062447433572817986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-2908396487758057577</id><published>2008-05-29T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T12:34:37.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor é pra sentir, não pra entender...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Numa conversa sobre o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, descobri que ele é algo que é por si só.. não tem e nem pode ser explicado.&lt;br /&gt;Todas as tentativas de explicação foram confusas, contraditórias e frustrantes.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje uma pessoa me trouxe uma nova definição: que o amar é quando você sente que gosta ao máximo, no limite mais alto que pode alcançar. Quando descobre esse limite, dá-se o nome de AMOR à esse pico.&lt;br /&gt;E o engraçado é que esse limite sempre é ultrapassado..&lt;br /&gt;Há quem diga que só se pode amar uma vez na vida (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;digo amor de homem para mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;).&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;então quer dizer que todos os meus amores anteriores não foram?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Outros dizem que o amor não passa de uma ilusão : quando você descobre o seu 'eterno' e ele se acaba, quando o que era o mais certo se tornou o mais errado, quando parece que achou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;'aquele'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;vem outro e mostra ser melhor.( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;nunca amei de verdade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu banalizei o amor, assim chamando aquilo que eu sentia antes, e na ver&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://caminhorecife.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 202px;" src="http://caminhorecife.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dade não era?&lt;br /&gt;Todo esse assunto só faz confundir.&lt;br /&gt;•Ta aí o intuito do amor: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;confundir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confundir pensamentos de tal forma que você se perca no mesmo, se perca no caminho e fique sem direção, sem rumo, sem explicação; se deixe levar por quem te cativa, ser cego por vontade própria. Agir e não entender, viver pelo outro, respirar os mesmo ares (por mais que este te sufoque).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amar é ser irracional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dentro de toda essa confusão de explicações e definições, surgem mais milhões delas. E com crtz pra vc, outras mais.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sendo o sentimento mais complicado dentre todos que conheço, é tal que me move todos os dias. Seria aquele mal disfarçado, veneno lento e doce,  necessário e querido até por quem nega querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como já existe o clichê, o repito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;amor é pra sentir, não pra entender&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Creio que dessa forma fica mais fácil conviver com ele)&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/3281619477509415609-2908396487758057577?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2908396487758057577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281619477509415609.post-281688603211815285</id><published>2008-05-28T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T19:59:11.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selva do meu ser...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Espero mais que palavras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;espero atitudes e respostas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Quero acordar e ter uma nova razão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;e nem me fale em alguma decepção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Quero um espírito livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;e não mais um motivo pra ficar triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;E que o aperto no peito seja de saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;e não haja espaço pra infelicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Não quero mais dúvidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;quero certezas sem desculpas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;e quando o amanha vir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;traga milhões de motivos novos pra sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Que a monotonia não seja mais minha companhe&lt;/span&gt;ir&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;e que eu leve sempre um punhado de amor na carteira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Quero alguém do meu lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;que seja mais que um simples namor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;ado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;quero risada e bem estar garantido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;e nem precisa ser meu marido pra isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;quero te entender só num suspiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;acho que agora, só queria te ter aqui comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;pra dizer no teu ouvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;o quão bom seria dividir meus dias contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281619477509415609-281688603211815285?l=mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaclaudiaa.blogspot.com/feeds/281688603211815285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281619477509415609&amp;postID=281688603211815285' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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