<?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-8334979517074499367</id><updated>2011-10-04T06:45:27.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" Anjo Sonhador"</title><subtitle type='html'>"Nunca feche os olhos ao mundo, pois há alguém no mundo que espera pelo brilho do seu olhar"!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/TAmXfAWba1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/P6j3oHUvicY/s400/0144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479076980598729554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Preciso de você agora]&lt;br /&gt;memórias fotográficas&lt;br /&gt;Espalhadas por todo o chão&lt;br /&gt;Alcançando o telefone porque&lt;br /&gt;Eu não consigo lutar mais &lt;br /&gt;E eu me pergunto se eu já passei pela sua mente&lt;br /&gt;Para mim isso acontece o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São 1:15&lt;br /&gt;Estou completamente só e preciso de você agora&lt;br /&gt;Disse que eu não viria&lt;br /&gt;Mas perdi todo o controle e preciso de você agora&lt;br /&gt;E não sei como sobreviver&lt;br /&gt;Só preciso de você agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra dose de uísque&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo parar de olhar para a porta&lt;br /&gt;Desejando que você entrasse arrebentando&lt;br /&gt;Da maneira que fazia antes&lt;br /&gt;E eu me pergunto se eu já passei pela sua mente&lt;br /&gt;Para mim isso acontece o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São 1:15&lt;br /&gt;Estou meio embriagado&lt;br /&gt;E eu preciso de você agora&lt;br /&gt;Disse que não ia ligar&lt;br /&gt;Mas perdi todo o controle e preciso de você agora&lt;br /&gt;E não sei como sobreviver&lt;br /&gt;Eu só preciso de você agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ohhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu prefiro me magoar do que não sentir nada&lt;br /&gt;São 1:15&lt;br /&gt;Estou completamente só e preciso de você agora&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse que não ligaria&lt;br /&gt;Mas estou meio embriagado e preciso de você agora&lt;br /&gt;E não sei como sobreviver&lt;br /&gt;Eu só preciso de você agora&lt;br /&gt;Eu só preciso de você agora&lt;br /&gt;Oh, amor, eu preciso de você agora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY Lady Antebellun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/Sr1kNiyNivI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sWj3Cfks3fA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385570913243466482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Tomorow Never Comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;às vezes tarde da noite&lt;br /&gt;eu fico acordado e observo-a dormindo&lt;br /&gt;Ela está perdida em sonhos pacíficos&lt;br /&gt;Então apago a luz e fico na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;e o pensamento cruza a minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Se eu nunca acordar de manhã,&lt;br /&gt;Será que ela, em algum momento, duvidaria&lt;br /&gt;do que sinto por ela no meu coração?&lt;br /&gt;Se o amanhã nunca chegar,&lt;br /&gt;Ela saberá o quanto eu a amo?&lt;br /&gt;Eu tentei, de todas as formas, mostrar para ela todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;Que ela é única pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;E se meu tempo na terra acabasse,&lt;br /&gt;Ela teria que enfretar o mundo sem mim&lt;br /&gt;o amor que dei pra ela no passado&lt;br /&gt;Será suficiente para durar, se o amanhã nunca chegar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu perdi pessoas queridas em minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca souberam o quanto as amei&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu vivo com o arrependimento&lt;br /&gt;Que meus verdadeiros sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;por elas nunca foram revelados&lt;br /&gt;Entao eu fiz uma promessa a mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Dizer todos os dias o quanto ela significa pra mim&lt;br /&gt;e evito a circustância onde não há&lt;br /&gt;uma segunda chance de dizer a ela como me sinto&lt;br /&gt;Então diga a pessoa que você ama&lt;br /&gt;Exatamente o que você está pensando&lt;br /&gt;Caso o amanhã nunca chegue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8334979517074499367-802842344632514599?l=pollycarpo02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/Sr1kNiyNivI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sWj3Cfks3fA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334979517074499367.post-4816549118858446200</id><published>2009-06-19T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:44:32.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha imortal( my immortal)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/Sjw2vqmdlJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7H4xvFieb_g/s1600-h/62.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349210649926669458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/Sjw2vqmdlJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7H4xvFieb_g/s400/62.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Minha imortal( my imomortal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Estou tão cansado de estar aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Reprimido por todos os meus medos infantis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;E se você tiver que ir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Eu desejo que você vá logo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Porque sua presença ainda permanece aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;E isso não vai me deixar em paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Essas feridas parecem não querer cicatrizar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Essa dor é muito real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Isso é simplesmente muito mais do que o tempo não pode apagar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Quando você chorou eu enxuguei todas as suas lágrimas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Quando você gritou eu lutei contra todos os seus medos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Eu segurei a sua mão por todos esses anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Mas você ainda tem tudo de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Você costumava me cativar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Pela sua luz ressonante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Agora eu estou limitado pela vida que você deixou para trás,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Seu rosto assombra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Todos os meus sonhos, que já foram agradáveis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Sua voz expulsou;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Toda a sanidade em mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Essas feridas parecem não querer cicatrizar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Essa dor é muito real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Isso é simplesmente muito mais do que o tempo nãopode apagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Quando você chorou eu enxuguei todas as suas lágrimas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Quando você gritou eu lutei contra todos os seus medos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Eu segurei a sua mão por todos esses anos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Mas você ainda tem tudo de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Eu tentei com todas as forças dizer a mim mesmo que você se foi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Mas embora você ainda esteja comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(Evanescence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8334979517074499367-4816549118858446200?l=pollycarpo02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Amor entre as "Metades de uma Alma" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;...Se o desejo de ser amado for mais fortee você se prender a alguém com insistência,ele se aborreceráe acabará se afastando de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;O primeiro estágio do amor é a simpatia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;A simpatia aumenta e se torna apego,e nesse estágio há sofrimentos e alegrias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;A alegria proveniente do amor-apegovem sempre acompanhada de angústias e sofrimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;A alegria absoluta, que não vem acompanhada de sofrimentos nem de angústias,só será obtida quando o seu amor evoluir mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Só será obtida quando você abandonar o apegoe deixar o outro totalmente livre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Quando você soltar o outro,ele voltará a você espontaneamente,com amor sincero,porque ele, originalmente,é a outra metade da sua alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Masaharu Taniguchi(por Mary Sallum)Webmaster: Bethynha&lt;br /&gt;Gostou desta página?Que tal enviá-la a alguém especial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.envionet.com.br/envionet.php?url=http://www.bethynha.com.br/metade.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bethynha.com.br/poemas.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Alma&quot;'/><author><name>***Monsieur***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191426940218814914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjM26Tp_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2j5ugUR8RfA/S220/linfo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SjmRMxIYPkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ilGwhuE-yg8/s72-c/beijo-casal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334979517074499367.post-245347805013003017</id><published>2009-02-10T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:36:10.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A carta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SZISWDjXNAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/v8dbUemg3fw/s1600-h/escrevendo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301319881488544770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SZISWDjXNAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/v8dbUemg3fw/s400/escrevendo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Amor escrevo essa carta e me abro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Espero que leia e entenda o meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;É que venho sofrendo a tanto tempo que nem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sei por onde começar a explicar hó meu bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Quando me olhar tente entender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Não tenha pena de mim pelo que vem a saber;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Não posso mais suportar por isso devo dizer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Garota eu amo você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Amo você, me dê uma chance de poder provar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Amo você, eu quero acordar ao teu lado e sonhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Você é como a luz que desnuda as trevas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;É a paz que habita no momento da guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E não há nesse mundo beleza maior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sem você meu amor pra sempre estarei só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A poesia se confunde com a realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Pois tudo que te escrevo é a pura verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;É o modo que tenho pra poder te dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Garota, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eu Amo Você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(sampa crew) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SYjgkv3XtJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9UQtY9ZJrng/s400/TEMPESTADE3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Quando você Não Diz Nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;É maravilhoso como você consegue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Falar diretamente ao meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sem dizer uma única palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Você consegue iluminar a escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tente como eu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mas nunca vou conseguir explicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O que eu ouço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Quando você não diz nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Refrao:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O sorriso no seu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me faz saber que você precisa de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Existe uma 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Consigo ouvir pessoas conversando alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mas quando você me traz para perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Você destrói a multidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tente como eles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eles nunca vão conseguir definir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O que foi dito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Entre o seu coração e o meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O sorriso no seu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me faz saber que você precisa de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Existe uma verdade nos teus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dizendo que você nunca vai me deixar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O toque da tua mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me diz que você vai me segurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Onde quer que eu caia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E você diz isso melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Quando você não diz nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O sorriso no seu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me faz saber que você precisa de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Existe uma verdade nos teus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dizendo que você nunca vai me deixar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O toque da tua mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me diz que você vai me 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href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/feeds/1273578484802071495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/02/quando-voce-nao-diz-mais-nada.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/1273578484802071495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/1273578484802071495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/02/quando-voce-nao-diz-mais-nada.html' title='Quando você não diz mais nada!'/><author><name>***Monsieur***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191426940218814914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjM26Tp_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2j5ugUR8RfA/S220/linfo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SYjgkv3XtJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9UQtY9ZJrng/s72-c/TEMPESTADE3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334979517074499367.post-7078966708597047368</id><published>2009-01-14T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:47:58.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um olhar vale mais que mil palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SW6VQB1yLUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lnWTut_6CeA/s1600-h/rees.bmp"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291330714811379010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SW6VQB1yLUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lnWTut_6CeA/s400/rees.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando você me olha nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Se o coração esta sempre procurando,você pode sempre encontrar um lar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eu tenho procurado por esse alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eu posso fazer isso por minha conta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sonhos não podem substituir o lugar do seu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Existem milhões de motivos do porque disso ser verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando você me olha nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E diz que me ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tudo fica bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando você está bem aqui do meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando você me olha nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eu tenho uma visão do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eu encontro o meu paraíso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando você me olha nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quanto tempo eu irei esperar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Para estar com você novamente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Vou falar que te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Da melhor maneira que eu puder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não posso suportar um dia sem você aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Você é a luz que faz minha escuridão desaparecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando você me olha nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E diz que me ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tudo fica bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando você está bem aqui do meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando você me olha nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eu tenho uma visão do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eu encontro o meu paraíso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando você me olha nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mais e mais, eu começo a perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que eu posso alcançar o meu amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eu posso manter a minha cabeça erguida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E tudo isso porque você está do meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando você me olha nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E diz que me amaTudo fica bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando você está bem aqui do meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando eu te abraço em meus braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eu sei que isso é para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eu apenas quero que você saiba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que eu nunca quero te ver partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando você me olha nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E diz que me amaTudo fica bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando você está bem aqui do meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando você me olha nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eu tenho uma visão do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eu encontro o meu paraíso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando você me olha nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Jonas Brothers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8334979517074499367-7078966708597047368?l=pollycarpo02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/feeds/7078966708597047368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/quando-voc-me-olha-nos-olhos-se-o-corao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/7078966708597047368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/7078966708597047368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/quando-voc-me-olha-nos-olhos-se-o-corao.html' title='Um olhar vale mais que mil palavras'/><author><name>***Monsieur***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191426940218814914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjM26Tp_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2j5ugUR8RfA/S220/linfo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SW6VQB1yLUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lnWTut_6CeA/s72-c/rees.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334979517074499367.post-8745448982948455525</id><published>2009-01-11T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:38:31.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here With Me - Aqui Comigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWp0G3tWFpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5wqj3vxPWSA/s1600-h/116_CarlosRoberto003951800.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290168373682247314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWp0G3tWFpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5wqj3vxPWSA/s400/116_CarlosRoberto003951800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Aqui Comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;De repente você tira meu fôlego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;As palavras que diz são suaves como o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Não há pressa no meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;É um sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Quando você está aqui comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Aqui comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Eu posso ouvir você chamar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A quilometros de distância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;As palavras que diz são suaves como o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Não há pressa no meu coraçã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;oÉ um sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Quando você está aqui comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Aqui comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Eu estive pra baixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sem você ao meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Toda minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Eu apenas preciso que fique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aqui comigo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui comigo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(X-Static )&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Henrique Olivier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8334979517074499367-8745448982948455525?l=pollycarpo02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/feeds/8745448982948455525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/aqui-comigo-de-repente-voc-tira-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/8745448982948455525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/8745448982948455525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/aqui-comigo-de-repente-voc-tira-meu.html' title='Here With Me - Aqui Comigo'/><author><name>***Monsieur***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191426940218814914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjM26Tp_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2j5ugUR8RfA/S220/linfo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWp0G3tWFpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5wqj3vxPWSA/s72-c/116_CarlosRoberto003951800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334979517074499367.post-5591804635834724024</id><published>2009-01-10T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:11:47.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha anjo sem asas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWlVFhyx_QI/AAAAAAAAADw/eBR-D0KSqKM/s1600-h/angel057.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289852790782426370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWlVFhyx_QI/AAAAAAAAADw/eBR-D0KSqKM/s400/angel057.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gaste todo seu tempo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;esperando Por&lt;/span&gt; aquela segunda chance,Por uma mudança que resolveria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tudo Sempre&lt;/span&gt; há um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;motivo Para&lt;/span&gt; não se sentir bom o bastante,E é difícil no fim do dia.Eu preciso de alguma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;distração&lt;/span&gt;.Oh, perfeita &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;liberação A&lt;/span&gt; lembrança vaza de minhas veias...Deixe-me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vazia E&lt;/span&gt; sem peso e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;talvez Eu&lt;/span&gt; encontrarei alguma paz esta noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nos&lt;/span&gt; braços de um anjo,Voe para longe daqui,Deste escuro e frio quarto de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hotel E&lt;/span&gt; da imensidão que você teme.Você é arrancado das &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ruínas De&lt;/span&gt; seu devaneio silencioso.Você está nos braços de um anjo,Que você encontre algum conforto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lá Tão&lt;/span&gt; cansado de seguir em frente,E para todo lugar que você se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;vira Existem&lt;/span&gt; abutres e ladrões nas suas costas,E a tempestade continua se retorcendo.Você continua construindo a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mentira Que&lt;/span&gt; você inventa para tudo que lhe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;falta Não&lt;/span&gt; faz nenhuma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;diferença Escapar&lt;/span&gt; uma última vez.É mais fácil acreditar nesta doce loucura, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;oh Esta&lt;/span&gt; gloriosa tristeza que me faz reconhecer a derrota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Você&lt;/span&gt; está nos braços de um anjo.Que você encontre algum conforto aí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt; (tradução)&lt;br /&gt;Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Mclachlan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Mclachlan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8334979517074499367-5591804635834724024?l=pollycarpo02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjM26Tp_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2j5ugUR8RfA/S220/linfo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWlVFhyx_QI/AAAAAAAAADw/eBR-D0KSqKM/s72-c/angel057.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334979517074499367.post-3237196167026717457</id><published>2009-01-10T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:13:36.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWlOcKODp9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/NfRkYiLC6T4/s1600-h/8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289845483009976274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWlOcKODp9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/NfRkYiLC6T4/s400/8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;UM LINDO ANJO&lt;br /&gt;Eu tive um sonho Sonhei que estava falando com um Anjo Um lindo anjo de Olhos Azuis No paraíso Eu não queira acordar Só queria sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;Com seu sorriso lindo Minha alma iluminava Com sua voz cálida A cada palavra Meu coração tocava...&lt;br /&gt;Era dificil de explicar Mas sei que me entendia Não precisei nada dizer Apenas em seus olhos, olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Rindo como crianças Amor, lembranças, ternura e paixão Brincamos felizes Abrindo totalmente Nosso coração...&lt;br /&gt;A alegria de viver A ternura de amar A certeza de compreender E uma linda amizade Compartilhar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, chegou a hora de acordar Deste lindo sonho me apartar Mas com muita alegria sei Outra vez nesta noite Com meu lindo anjo Irei sonhar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;by - Dibruck - 17/08/2.000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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title='Angel'/><author><name>***Monsieur***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191426940218814914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjM26Tp_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2j5ugUR8RfA/S220/linfo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWlOcKODp9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/NfRkYiLC6T4/s72-c/8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334979517074499367.post-8922266592073135949</id><published>2009-01-10T17:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:51:40.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos Anjos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWlNqWv9DzI/AAAAAAAAADI/IzuznFVCk9o/s1600-h/ew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289844627379916594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWlNqWv9DzI/AAAAAAAAADI/IzuznFVCk9o/s400/ew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Um dia de sol lindo Deus criou o homem e a mulher fez neles dois moldes perfeitos para que um dia vivessem e procriassem;Mas Deus viu que apesar de tanta beleza eles teriam dor e sofrimento;Então criou ANJO Sem forma de pessoa se colocou-os no mundo para que frutificassem também e fossem amparo e a luz divinasão chamados de amigossão fraternos e companheiros emitem luz que ascende o espírito de todos que o cercamsão olhos de Deus,e a mão amiga de todos nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;by: DiMatteos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/8334979517074499367-8922266592073135949?l=pollycarpo02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/feeds/8922266592073135949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/amigos-anjos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/8922266592073135949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/8922266592073135949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/amigos-anjos.html' title='Amigos Anjos'/><author><name>***Monsieur***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191426940218814914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjM26Tp_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2j5ugUR8RfA/S220/linfo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWlNqWv9DzI/AAAAAAAAADI/IzuznFVCk9o/s72-c/ew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334979517074499367.post-1572781616538992737</id><published>2009-01-10T17:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:56:00.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu lindo Luar!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWlMpbj3K0I/AAAAAAAAADA/v_Po1g--I_w/s1600-h/w.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289843511979879234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWlMpbj3K0I/AAAAAAAAADA/v_Po1g--I_w/s400/w.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luar&lt;br /&gt;Lua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cheia Me&lt;/span&gt; lembra você:Uma luz no meio da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;escuridão Não&lt;/span&gt; que você &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reflita&lt;/span&gt; a luz de outros(Você tem sua própria chama:Aquela de quem ama)É algo raro hoje em dia:Alguém em quem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;confiar quem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;respeitar quem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;amar Uma&lt;/span&gt; ilha no meio do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;oceano Uma&lt;/span&gt; luz em meio às &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;trevas Te&lt;/span&gt; amar é o mais perfeito &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;plano Sob&lt;/span&gt; o luar, nas doces &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;relvas Lua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;minguante Me&lt;/span&gt; lembra você &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;também Faz&lt;/span&gt;-me lembrar seus momentos de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tristeza Horas&lt;/span&gt; de ódio contra a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;natureza Você&lt;/span&gt; cabisbaixa, como dizia o cantor:"A minha gente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sofrida Anda&lt;/span&gt; olhando de lado"O mundo parece prestes a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;acabar A&lt;/span&gt; vida parece quase &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;terminar Lua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nova Esta&lt;/span&gt; não me lembra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;você Pois&lt;/span&gt; sei que por maior que a tristeza &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;seja Jamais&lt;/span&gt; terá forças para te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;apagar Pode&lt;/span&gt; devorar um pedaço de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ti Mas&lt;/span&gt; sempre haverá uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;centelha Pronta&lt;/span&gt; para iluminar a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;mim Centelha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;semente , semente&lt;/span&gt; que nasce de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;repente Lua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;crescente Me&lt;/span&gt; recorda que a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;semente Sempre&lt;/span&gt; germina, cedo ou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;tarde Mesmo&lt;/span&gt; sem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;alarde Apenas&lt;/span&gt; espera que a chuva lhe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;molhe Que&lt;/span&gt; o Sol lhe dê &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;forças Me&lt;/span&gt; lembra que a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;centelha Se&lt;/span&gt; transforma em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;fogueira Renasce&lt;/span&gt; como a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Fênix&lt;/span&gt; das &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;cinzas Supera&lt;/span&gt; dificuldades &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;milLua&lt;/span&gt; cheia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;novamente A&lt;/span&gt; vida anda em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;círculos Um&lt;/span&gt; dia no alto, um dia no fundo(Mas o amor continua profundo)É assim que as coisas são no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;mundo A&lt;/span&gt; lua a me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;iluminar Tua&lt;/span&gt; face a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;contemplar Teu&lt;/span&gt; corpo a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;acariciar Você&lt;/span&gt; inteira a amar...Luar...Companheiro dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;poetas Amigo&lt;/span&gt; dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;apaixonados Doce&lt;/span&gt; lua...Me lembra você, como já disse o poeta:"Eu vivo sonhando em ser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;astronauta Eu&lt;/span&gt; olho pra lua, eu sinto a tua falta"Ver o luar, tocá-lo ao meu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;lado Sonhar&lt;/span&gt; com o luar, amá-lo ao meu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;lado Simplesmente&lt;/span&gt; te amar...Pra se dizer o que se quer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;dizer Não&lt;/span&gt; é preciso rimas nem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;refrões É&lt;/span&gt; preciso certeza no que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;fazer E&lt;/span&gt; confiar nas próprias emoções&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;: André &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Luis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Dantas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8334979517074499367-1572781616538992737?l=pollycarpo02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/feeds/1572781616538992737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/luar-lua-cheiame-lembra-vocuma-luz-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/1572781616538992737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/1572781616538992737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/luar-lua-cheiame-lembra-vocuma-luz-no.html' title='Meu lindo Luar!!!'/><author><name>***Monsieur***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191426940218814914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjM26Tp_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2j5ugUR8RfA/S220/linfo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWlMpbj3K0I/AAAAAAAAADA/v_Po1g--I_w/s72-c/w.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334979517074499367.post-514113758709129229</id><published>2009-01-10T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:42:11.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entregues de corpo e alma.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWlLT3ds1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7SM5EwzVbaU/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289842042001479298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWlLT3ds1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7SM5EwzVbaU/s400/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Se eu Pudesse&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse te ter neste momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Correr e em teus braços me enlaçar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sentir palpuçar teu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E minhas mãos as tuas alcançar.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse ouvir tua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A doce melodia dos lábios teus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sentir tua pele a minha tocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E um beijo ardente, dos teus lábios nos meus.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse te abraçar fortemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Abraço forte, calor intenso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sentir teu corpo sobre o meu se deitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E me explodir num sonho imenso.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse ao teu lado ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me hipnotizar nos teus olhos negros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sentir o fogo do amor a me queimar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Como a imensa paixão dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Deuses gregos.&lt;br /&gt;Há se eu pudesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Estaria aí neste instante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ao teu lado apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A me desmanchar numa consoante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;by: Patrícia Melo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8334979517074499367-514113758709129229?l=pollycarpo02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/feeds/514113758709129229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/entregues-de-corpo-e-alma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/514113758709129229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/514113758709129229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/entregues-de-corpo-e-alma.html' title='Entregues de corpo e alma.....'/><author><name>***Monsieur***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191426940218814914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjM26Tp_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2j5ugUR8RfA/S220/linfo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWlLT3ds1oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7SM5EwzVbaU/s72-c/3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334979517074499367.post-2112037125218380246</id><published>2009-01-10T17:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:25:41.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWlKcs-m04I/AAAAAAAAACw/GAJZi_tr2gc/s1600-h/aoentardecer_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289841094293902210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWlKcs-m04I/AAAAAAAAACw/GAJZi_tr2gc/s400/aoentardecer_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Momentos&lt;br /&gt;Como são difíceis os momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Momentos de decisões, momentos de escolhas,&lt;br /&gt;momentos de solidões momentos a dois,&lt;br /&gt;momentos de partidas, momentos em que frações de segundos,&lt;br /&gt;decidimos nossos destinos, nossos caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;Momentos que nem sempre estamos equilibrados,&lt;br /&gt;lúcidos em tomá-los.&lt;br /&gt;Momentos que se tornarão talvez eternos ou passageiros,&lt;br /&gt;que se tornarão a dúvida ou a certeza,&lt;br /&gt;uma realidade ou um sonho,&lt;br /&gt;uma alegria ou uma lágrima.&lt;br /&gt;Momentos que farão de frações eternos dividendos.&lt;br /&gt;Momentos que nos tornarão heróis ou covardes,&lt;br /&gt;que nos farão amar ou odiar.&lt;br /&gt;Momentos que serão lembranças ou esquecimentos,&lt;br /&gt;serão eternidades ou passagens, sublimes ou ilusórios.&lt;br /&gt;Momentos de paixão, momentos de capricho,&lt;br /&gt;momentos de amantes,&lt;br /&gt;momentos de loucuras,&lt;br /&gt;momentos de anseios,&lt;br /&gt;momentos de desejos.&lt;br /&gt;Momentos, momentos......momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Momentos que terei para decidir&lt;br /&gt;Se na minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;aqueles momentos que realmente me tocaram,&lt;br /&gt;aqueles que realmente me fizeram,&lt;br /&gt;valeram ou não um dia terem existido.&lt;br /&gt;Temos que ter a certeza de que todos os nossos momentos&lt;br /&gt;valeram a pena, pelo simples fato de termos vivido...&lt;br /&gt;(Desconheço o autor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8334979517074499367-2112037125218380246?l=pollycarpo02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/feeds/2112037125218380246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/momentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/2112037125218380246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/2112037125218380246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/momentos.html' title='Momentos....'/><author><name>***Monsieur***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191426940218814914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjM26Tp_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2j5ugUR8RfA/S220/linfo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWlKcs-m04I/AAAAAAAAACw/GAJZi_tr2gc/s72-c/aoentardecer_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334979517074499367.post-8664182255284956920</id><published>2009-01-10T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T16:05:12.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejos....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWk2e-HLigI/AAAAAAAAACo/NW0pUdYGRn0/s1600-h/de%2Bmaos%2Bdadas%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289819143020448258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWk2e-HLigI/AAAAAAAAACo/NW0pUdYGRn0/s400/de%2Bmaos%2Bdadas%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Te via chegar iluminando os caminhos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;senti meu peito que até pouco tempo atrás estava calmo, bater aceleradamente....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eratua beleza de criança, teu encanto de mulher...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fiz dos meus desejos irônias, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tentando descompassar a vontade de te possuir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais não consegui, hoje sinto que meu peito já não tem o espaço suficiente pra caber tanto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DESEJO...&lt;/em&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/8334979517074499367-8664182255284956920?l=pollycarpo02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/feeds/8664182255284956920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/desejos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/8664182255284956920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/8664182255284956920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/desejos.html' title='Desejos....'/><author><name>***Monsieur***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191426940218814914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjM26Tp_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2j5ugUR8RfA/S220/linfo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWk2e-HLigI/AAAAAAAAACo/NW0pUdYGRn0/s72-c/de%2Bmaos%2Bdadas%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334979517074499367.post-6316746858524434697</id><published>2009-01-10T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T10:43:20.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjrmBrVaNI/AAAAAAAAACA/qEyxNaxfKXM/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289736800864397522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjrmBrVaNI/AAAAAAAAACA/qEyxNaxfKXM/s400/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Podemos dizer que em nossas vidas encontramos tres tipos de pessoas... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1º Aquela pessoa que te dão muito amor e carinho, broncas e acima de tudo te insentivam, te ensinan a querer lutar pela vida, essas pessoas sao seus "PAIS".&lt;br /&gt;2ºSão aquelas que estão com vc pra tudo que precisar, não falamos apenas que queremos ouvir e sim fala também o que precissamos ouvir, as vezes são palavras duras como também aquele tradicional "EU TE FALEI", por mais a vida nos derrube essas pessoas nos dão as mão, podemos dizer que essas pessoas são "NOSSOS AMIGOS".&lt;br /&gt;3º É aquela pessoa que tanto sonhamos, tanto desejamos e um belo dia ela aparece da forma mais estranha, engraçada ou de ma forma especial, ela entra em nossa via sem pedir licença e fica, nossa afinidade fica tão grande que não podemos mais esconder tanta, vontade de estarmos com ela, vontade de ve-la sorrir e com ela aprendemos a conhecer o tão famoso amor!!!!&lt;br /&gt;essa pessoa na qual sempre sonhamos é nossa "ALMA GÊMEA", nossa parte que por um tempo nos fez tanta falta...&lt;br /&gt;E em todos esses tipo de pessoas na qual passam por nossa vida nos ensinam todas as formas de AMAR.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esse video do filme doce novembro ilustra o encontro de duas pessoas que de uma forma doida se encontraram e descobriram o verdadeiro sentido da palavra amor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1f4ec9a7c857d785" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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memória e no coração:Cada olhar brilhante que trocamos,Cada sorriso feliz que sorrimos...Cada aperto de mão que nós demos ...Cada mensagem enviada,Cada palavra dita...Cada lágrima de alegria choradaE cada música ouvidaE cada conversa que tivemosDentro da amizade, cumplicidade e afinidade tão grandes...Seria uma emoção de invadir o coração..Saber que você guarda sempre em sua memória:Que eu te amei, te amo e te amarei...Pois não há distância que afaste um grande amor...Nem tempo que faça esquecê-la (o)..Nem barreiras que não sejam vencidas por Deus...Mesmo que hoje você não consiga ver que é especial...Você é muito especial prá mim&lt;br /&gt;Te Amo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;veja como é lindo esse videoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjM26Tp_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2j5ugUR8RfA/S220/linfo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjfaTdSYgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dHTSsRtKM2Q/s72-c/fotos-romanticas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334979517074499367.post-975415710758280391</id><published>2009-01-10T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:22:49.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu anjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWktoGtoeII/AAAAAAAAACI/a9ERbdecG3A/s1600-h/2anjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289809404343384194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWktoGtoeII/AAAAAAAAACI/a9ERbdecG3A/s400/2anjo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu desistiria da eternidade para tocar vocêPois sei que de alguma formaVocê me percebe&lt;br /&gt;Você é o mais perto do céuQue eu posso chegare não quero voltar Para casa agora...&lt;br /&gt;O único gosto que sinto É o deste momentoE tudo que tenho para respirar É seu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Por que cedo ou tarde Isto pode acabarHoje a noite Não te deixarei ir...&lt;br /&gt;Não quero que O mundo me vejaPorque acho que Não entenderiamTudo foi feito de formaMuito frágil...&lt;br /&gt;Só quero que você saiba Quem eu sou... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Essa postagem dedico a uma pessoa que se tornou meu anjo da guarda, sem palavras pra descreve-la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não vou citar o nome pois ao ler isso ela saberás que estou falando dela meu unico anjo sem asas....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8334979517074499367-975415710758280391?l=pollycarpo02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/feeds/975415710758280391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/meu-anjo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/975415710758280391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/975415710758280391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/meu-anjo.html' title='Meu anjo'/><author><name>***Monsieur***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191426940218814914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjM26Tp_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2j5ugUR8RfA/S220/linfo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWktoGtoeII/AAAAAAAAACI/a9ERbdecG3A/s72-c/2anjo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334979517074499367.post-1601268705157280359</id><published>2009-01-10T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T09:20:15.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Significado da Pintura em meu rosto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjYd2woZ4I/AAAAAAAAABg/T6BgzJKvqc0/s1600-h/Imagem+080.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289715769773942658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjYd2woZ4I/AAAAAAAAABg/T6BgzJKvqc0/s400/Imagem+080.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veja o contraste nessa foto dois fatos da vida que sou os opostos, pois o palhaço lembra e provoca alegria ja a lágrima vem muitas vezes de mostrar ou desabafar um tristeza, uma angustia profunda, nessa foto ta dizendo como me sinto realmente por que por fora aparenter estar bem ou disfarçar que to feliz, mais na verdade tem dias que me sinto sufocado com um enorme vázio, me sinto como se faltasse alguma coisa na qual me faz muita falta.... O que dizer sou assim, se meus amigos ou familiares estão me sinto bem... se estou triste e um amigo me pede ajuda eu ajudo e ajudando quem quer que seja me ajudo de uma certa forma....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8334979517074499367-1601268705157280359?l=pollycarpo02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/feeds/1601268705157280359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/significado-da-pintura-em-meu-rosto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/1601268705157280359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/1601268705157280359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/significado-da-pintura-em-meu-rosto.html' title='Significado da Pintura em meu rosto'/><author><name>***Monsieur***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191426940218814914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjM26Tp_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2j5ugUR8RfA/S220/linfo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjYd2woZ4I/AAAAAAAAABg/T6BgzJKvqc0/s72-c/Imagem+080.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334979517074499367.post-4625965567550646416</id><published>2009-01-10T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:27:06.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duvidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWkuN9DVvHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ueSRSrlmVA4/s1600-h/0035.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289810054585105522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWkuN9DVvHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ueSRSrlmVA4/s400/0035.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tento me convencer que tudo na minha vida é um continuo aprendizado, mais tem momentos que fica dificil encarar assim, por que tenho meus momentos de fraqueza sou humano, busco entender o que se passa comigo mais sinto falta de algo... será uma mulher que amo e ainda não a conheci? será um momento que deveria ter falado e me calei? mais no fundo tenho quase certeza que to quase descobrindo aonde vc está pode ser aqui em vida como também após minha viagem.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8334979517074499367-4625965567550646416?l=pollycarpo02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/feeds/4625965567550646416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/duvidas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/4625965567550646416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/4625965567550646416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/duvidas.html' title='Duvidas'/><author><name>***Monsieur***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191426940218814914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjM26Tp_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2j5ugUR8RfA/S220/linfo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWkuN9DVvHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ueSRSrlmVA4/s72-c/0035.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334979517074499367.post-1236786028916495817</id><published>2009-01-10T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T16:32:22.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O valor da amizade!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWkvXSYe1YI/AAAAAAAAACY/PTypyveWZ2Q/s1600-h/Imagem+078.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289811314441377154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWkvXSYe1YI/AAAAAAAAACY/PTypyveWZ2Q/s400/Imagem+078.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; maior conquista de um homen não é apenas o poder, dinheiro, o tão sonhado "SUCESSO", mais sim é ter a oportunidade de encotrar pessoas que são capazes de lhe demonstrar que a Amizade nos manten vivos, alegres, que em todos momentos de nossas vidas devemos cultivar amizades, ter amigos é divino, olhe essa foto to aqui com minha tia, é uma pessoa essêncial pra mim..... tia te amo viu vc tem seu espaço garantido aki dentro do meu coração....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Je t'aime ma cheri!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8334979517074499367-1236786028916495817?l=pollycarpo02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/feeds/1236786028916495817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-valor-da-amizade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/1236786028916495817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/1236786028916495817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-valor-da-amizade.html' title='O valor da amizade!!'/><author><name>***Monsieur***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191426940218814914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjM26Tp_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2j5ugUR8RfA/S220/linfo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWkvXSYe1YI/AAAAAAAAACY/PTypyveWZ2Q/s72-c/Imagem+078.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334979517074499367.post-5814010272527448890</id><published>2009-01-10T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:35:35.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos que nunca vivi, viagem que um dia farei!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWkwsOHpyNI/AAAAAAAAACg/z4tEcBuIv0s/s1600-h/0036.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289812773585930450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 372px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWkwsOHpyNI/AAAAAAAAACg/z4tEcBuIv0s/s400/0036.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sonho sempre com você o que será que aconteceu pra estarmos de certa forma longe um do outro quando você vem nos meus sonhos sou o Homen mais feliz desse mundo mais ao acordar o imenso vazio toma conta de mim.... a cada manhã a unica coisa que me resta são as lembranças suas do amor que você decdica a mim de certa forma eu te amo mais não sei mais aonde te encontrar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Em algum lugar destas terras, há um doce olhar Hoje, como ontem, só para você...Um olhar especial, de alguém especial de distantes origens...Um olhar de um justo coração que pulsa só a vida, que sorri porque ama plenamente sem julgamentos, preconceitos, nem distinções. Hoje, como ontem, longe desses céus, há um encantado olhar só para você... e nesse olhar vai para você a magia da luz, a simplicidade do perdão, a força para comungar uma vida. Hoje, de algum lugar dentro de você, alguém que já o amou muito,e ainda o ama,diz para você que valeu a pena ter estado nestas terras, sob estes céus, falando de paz, união, amor, perdão.Poder sentir a força que faz você sorrir e continuar o caminho... que um dia aquele doce olhar iniciou para você. Tudo isso, só para você saber que a vida continua... E que a morte, é uma viagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8334979517074499367-5814010272527448890?l=pollycarpo02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/feeds/5814010272527448890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/sonhos-que-nunca-vivi-viagem-que-um-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/5814010272527448890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/5814010272527448890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/sonhos-que-nunca-vivi-viagem-que-um-dia.html' title='Sonhos que nunca vivi, viagem que um dia farei!!!!'/><author><name>***Monsieur***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191426940218814914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjM26Tp_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2j5ugUR8RfA/S220/linfo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWkwsOHpyNI/AAAAAAAAACg/z4tEcBuIv0s/s72-c/0036.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334979517074499367.post-4220108576690711388</id><published>2009-01-10T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:51:27.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades sem explicação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjO-mtNx0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/_KukAyTJ-_M/s1600-h/ATcAAACfSbR-ymxJzZOPgNTY-ospSSPdvIq-IEKtW4Mz7cMs5Syvvn5U05h8CkaNvzsyqFtakncouquDtWCvQnvEPYPPAJtU9VDZwegWdZ4EUTZeQQZEzRZhipRSgA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289705337284052802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjO-mtNx0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/_KukAyTJ-_M/s400/ATcAAACfSbR-ymxJzZOPgNTY-ospSSPdvIq-IEKtW4Mz7cMs5Syvvn5U05h8CkaNvzsyqFtakncouquDtWCvQnvEPYPPAJtU9VDZwegWdZ4EUTZeQQZEzRZhipRSgA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sinto saudades do dia em que nunca nos encontramos.Sim, daquele em que não nos vimos pela primeira vez. Desse em que nunca te tive.Daquele em que não falaste o que eu queria ouvir.De nossa primeira noite que jamais houve, quando deixamos de conhecer-nos biblicamente até o desmaio.Tenho sede da noite em que nem começamos a beber-nos.Sinto fome dos momentos em que não estávamos um no outro, devorando-nos gota a gota.Poderia desenhar nos mínimos detalhes tudo o que não aconteceu.O amor que não explodiu; o desejo que não cristalizou; todo esse nada que não vivemos tão intensamente separados.É uma saudade tão grande!...Uma saudade como se nunca tivesse acontecido.Como este afago que não te mando, e que ainda assim, nunca o receberás. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8334979517074499367-4220108576690711388?l=pollycarpo02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/feeds/4220108576690711388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/sinto-saudades-do-dia-em-que-nunca-nos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/4220108576690711388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/4220108576690711388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/sinto-saudades-do-dia-em-que-nunca-nos.html' title='Saudades sem explicação'/><author><name>***Monsieur***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191426940218814914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjM26Tp_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2j5ugUR8RfA/S220/linfo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjO-mtNx0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/_KukAyTJ-_M/s72-c/ATcAAACfSbR-ymxJzZOPgNTY-ospSSPdvIq-IEKtW4Mz7cMs5Syvvn5U05h8CkaNvzsyqFtakncouquDtWCvQnvEPYPPAJtU9VDZwegWdZ4EUTZeQQZEzRZhipRSgA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8334979517074499367.post-9015789811396019474</id><published>2009-01-10T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:53:58.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Com  vida a prendemos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjQA0sH--I/AAAAAAAAAAw/uozPZ0u2nKM/s1600-h/lindooo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289706474908941282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjQA0sH--I/AAAAAAAAAAw/uozPZ0u2nKM/s400/lindooo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tem momentos em nossas vidas que necessitamos de espaço pra atuarmos em nossas vidas, em nossos desejos, sonhos mais tem uma coisa que temos que aprender com tudo isso. Grandes sonhos grandes responsabilidades pois depois de um tempo descobrimos que tudo aquilo que levamos horas, dias, semanas, mês ou até anos é nosso e ninguém pode tirar, pois é uma conquista, uma vitória, na hora de amar seremos amados, na hora de sorrir encontramos um outro sorriso, nas lagrimas teremos conforto, no momento em que pararmos pra olhar, descobrimos que já estamos casados, com filhos e nos lembraremos dos momentos em que fomos crianças em busca do verdadeiro motivo de estarmos aqui hj vivos......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8334979517074499367-9015789811396019474?l=pollycarpo02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/feeds/9015789811396019474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/tem-momentos-em-nossas-vidas-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/9015789811396019474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8334979517074499367/posts/default/9015789811396019474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pollycarpo02.blogspot.com/2009/01/tem-momentos-em-nossas-vidas-que.html' title='Com  vida a prendemos'/><author><name>***Monsieur***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05191426940218814914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjM26Tp_GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2j5ugUR8RfA/S220/linfo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqzNsB2m3HA/SWjQA0sH--I/AAAAAAAAAAw/uozPZ0u2nKM/s72-c/lindooo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
