<?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-954712769605899066</id><updated>2011-12-27T13:48:14.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raquel Nogueira.</title><subtitle type='html'>"Quem conduz e arrasta o mundo não são as máquinas, mas as idéias"



"Não sei onde eu to indo mais sei que eu to no meu caminho"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-8581990846494044568</id><published>2011-12-09T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T07:59:50.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9999cc;"&gt;“Acorrei, espíritos que velais sobre os pensamentos mortais! Tirai-me o sexo e, dos pés à cabeça, enchei-me até transbordar da mais implacável crueldade! Fazei que meu sangue fique mais espesso; fechai em mim todo acesso, todo caminho à piedade, para que nenhum escrúpulo compatível com a natureza possa turvar meu propósito feroz, nem possa interpor-se entre ele e a execução! Vinde a meus seios e convertei meu leite em fel, vós gênios do crime, do lugar de onde presidis, sob substâncias invisíveis, a hora de fazer o mal!”&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lady McBeth, de McBeth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-8581990846494044568?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/8581990846494044568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=8581990846494044568' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/8581990846494044568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/8581990846494044568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2011/12/acorrei-espiritos-que-velais-sobre-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-8928095904142449221</id><published>2011-09-22T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:08:19.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quando tudo parecer estar perdido ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;lembre-se que você pode mudar o rumo quando quiser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;você pode deixar o medo de lado e pegar suas botas de combate e ir para um outro caminho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;os erros e as perdas só te deixarão mais forte para que quando você siga um novo rumo você vá de cabeça erguida e mais cuidadosamente com o que pode vir a te afetar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LhpFQzL6JaI/TntrEeAjLzI/AAAAAAAAAog/vXfDdVl4-dw/s1600/ki.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LhpFQzL6JaI/TntrEeAjLzI/AAAAAAAAAog/vXfDdVl4-dw/s320/ki.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;olhar para trás é só no caso de saudade de alguma coisa que te fez bem e nunca por se lembrar do que só te fez mal isso você pisa e sorri só transformando em aprendizado,ao contrário não olhe para trás ,é que temos tanta força dentro de nós e percebemos na hora de levantar de um terremoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;na vida e ai se torna prática,e passar ao próximo o quão é mais gostoso conseguir aquilo que se almeja sendo uma pessoa honesta e feliz acima de tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;passe adiante um sorriso,sua história e sua garra para que sempre se orgulhe dos trancos e barrancos que não se deixou levar e continue assim até a morte ,escrevendo sua vida sorrindo, assim como escreve no papel sem medo de borrões sempre terá uma nova página límpida para continuar a ser quem você mais se orgulha na vida ou ao menos quem mais deve se orgulhar VOCÊ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-8928095904142449221?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/8928095904142449221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=8928095904142449221' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/8928095904142449221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/8928095904142449221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2011/09/quando-tudo-parecer-estar-perdido.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LhpFQzL6JaI/TntrEeAjLzI/AAAAAAAAAog/vXfDdVl4-dw/s72-c/ki.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-8696870061530963678</id><published>2011-09-21T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T21:54:44.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dihitt.com.br?ref=395196" dihitt_check="3619da497cd2d8283841a42dd354d732"&gt;&lt;img src="http://b.dihitt.com.br/banners/dihitt_76x16_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-8696870061530963678?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/8696870061530963678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/8696870061530963678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-2178554501705265088</id><published>2011-09-21T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T21:29:16.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C6X0g7YLbmA/Tnq5eCe25_I/AAAAAAAAAoc/C86Ys2ckOTc/s1600/Sem-amor-o-coracao-naum-respira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C6X0g7YLbmA/Tnq5eCe25_I/AAAAAAAAAoc/C86Ys2ckOTc/s320/Sem-amor-o-coracao-naum-respira.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: large;"&gt;Para sentir o amor exige tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aquele dia que você fez descaso e jogou o amor ao acaso,por não lembrar como amar?&lt;br /&gt;Mais ai ao ver as estrelas ou qualquer outra coisa que te faz lembrar amor,&lt;br /&gt;percebe que deveria se deixar levar um pouco mais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando digo que o amor exige tempo,é que andamos tão cansados no dia a dia com tantos afazeres&lt;br /&gt;nos sentindo mais importantes do que deveriamos, em nossas vidas tão especiais,que as vezes as melhores coisas da vida passa despercebida e por isso para não perdermos aquela pessoa querida &lt;br /&gt;que dedicou muito tempo a você que te faz sorrir nos piores momentos ,te lembrando que tudo tem um jeito.,&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que você nas noites frias você sonhava em ter e fazia juras de que se a encontrasse a trataria com carinho,deixamos de ligar as vezes pra dizer apenas um eu te amo,ou olhar nos olhos quando puder ,e sorrir ,por isso exige mais tempo nosso para que amor seja eterno enquanto dure...&lt;br /&gt;Temos que cumprir com nossas promessas iniciais e segui-las a risca todo dia pra depois não haver recentementos nem cobranças,vamos dar mais tempo ao amor e deixar o material um pouco de lado o importante é estar com o coração sempre acolhido e fazer o coração de alguém se sentir especial também e assim ser sempre feliz sem nunca amargar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Raquel Nogueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-2178554501705265088?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/2178554501705265088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=2178554501705265088' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/2178554501705265088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/2178554501705265088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2011/09/para-sentir-o-amor-exige-tempo-sabe.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C6X0g7YLbmA/Tnq5eCe25_I/AAAAAAAAAoc/C86Ys2ckOTc/s72-c/Sem-amor-o-coracao-naum-respira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-325382157791762268</id><published>2011-09-20T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T22:10:50.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Era uma vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #666666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U9QZkIsAiOA/TnlvldmoVAI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ZHHNhpoInmc/s1600/borboleta-azul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U9QZkIsAiOA/TnlvldmoVAI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ZHHNhpoInmc/s320/borboleta-azul.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Um sábio chinês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Que um dia sonhou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Que era uma borboleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Voando nos campos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Pousando nas flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Vivendo assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Um lindo sonho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Até que um dia acordou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;E pro resto da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Uma dúvida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Lhe acompanhou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Se ele era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Um sábio chinês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Que sonhou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Que era uma borboleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Ou se era uma borboleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Sonhando que era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Um sábio chinês...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Raul seixas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Essa música é maravilhosa gosto de muitas obras de Raul seixas essa é uma das que mais gosto e me faz pensar muito nesta letra quando eu ouço eu penso que realmente a gente vive assim sem saber ao certo quem é as vezes pensando que tudo é um sonho ou desejando que realmente tudo não passasse de um sonho não é o caso exatamente do sábio chinês mais quando eu ouço é isso que eu sinto além da paz que essa música me traz maravilhosa *-*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-325382157791762268?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/325382157791762268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=325382157791762268' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/325382157791762268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/325382157791762268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2011/09/era-uma-vez-um-sabio-chines-que-um-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U9QZkIsAiOA/TnlvldmoVAI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ZHHNhpoInmc/s72-c/borboleta-azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-9093029224582025043</id><published>2011-08-23T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T11:08:24.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #d5a6bd; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dorme em paz, já é madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Não dê ouvidos aos ruídos, a essa falta de ar&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, não pense mais em nada&lt;br /&gt;Feche os olhos e as janelas&lt;br /&gt;Deixe o sono te levar&lt;br /&gt;Pelo escuro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #d5a6bd; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ser donzela ou matar mil dragões&lt;br /&gt;Ter cautela ou seguir furacões&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o sono te levar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #d5a6bd; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deixa eu te ninar&lt;br /&gt;Dedilhar os teus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;Teus pesadelos vão terminar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #d5a6bd; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Já é tarde pra mais uma rodada&lt;br /&gt;Seus problemas e dilemas não estão mais aqui&lt;br /&gt;Tanto faz ser vítima ou culpada&lt;br /&gt;Abra os olhos e as janelas&lt;br /&gt;Deixe o sol te iluminar&lt;br /&gt;Deixe tudo pra lá&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #d5a6bd; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se teus sonhos vêm na contramão&lt;br /&gt;Se teus monstros vêem na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o sol te iluminar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #d5a6bd; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deixa eu te ninar&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu perder meus dedos nos teus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;Teus pesadelos vão terminar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #d5a6bd; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fala a verdade, por favor&lt;br /&gt;Diz que é mentira esse rumor&lt;br /&gt;Que você vive sofrendo&lt;br /&gt;Que você anda morrendo de pavor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #d5a6bd; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fala a verdade&lt;br /&gt;Diz que é mentira&lt;br /&gt;Que você vive sofrendo&lt;br /&gt;Que você anda morrendo por amor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: 13px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: 13px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;LUDOV-DORME EM PAZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-9093029224582025043?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/9093029224582025043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=9093029224582025043' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/9093029224582025043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/9093029224582025043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2011/08/dorme-em-paz-ja-e-madrugada-nao-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-4942541329106539258</id><published>2011-02-14T05:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T20:25:56.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:12.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom: 12.0pt;margin-left:0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;Eu gosto de escrever&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;quando todos fecham os olhos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;quando as palavras não são mais tão importantes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;pois ao dize-las,não me sinto ouvida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;Oh meu ouvidor,sempre ao meu lado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;me sinto numa caixinha que deixou de ser surpresa a muito tempo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;acobertada pela falta do ouvidor,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;pela falta do amigo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;pela falta do amor,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;escrevo enquanto todos dormem na vida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;quando se esquecem do que é importante&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;quando se esquecem das palavras que ficam cada vez mais curtas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;o romantismo foi apagado pela evolução&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;"sua face lipida no luar ecendeia meu coração me faz perpetua a alma"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;e foram trocadas por palavras curtas cada vez mais preguiçosas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;eu vivo no mundo em que mundo não é mais mundo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;sinto falta do ouvidor do romantismo do amor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;e me perco escrevendo porque não entendem o que eu digo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;ou não querem entender!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:fuchsia"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&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/954712769605899066-4942541329106539258?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/4942541329106539258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=4942541329106539258' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/4942541329106539258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/4942541329106539258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-gosto-de-escrever-quando-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-5463610516831834647</id><published>2011-02-14T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T05:39:44.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXE66vD_n34/TVkwVDyisyI/AAAAAAAAAm8/QuF31wKGAks/s1600/anjo-11461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXE66vD_n34/TVkwVDyisyI/AAAAAAAAAm8/QuF31wKGAks/s320/anjo-11461.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573539152200381218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Da minha boca as palavras não soam tão fiéis quanto soam no caderno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;conto tudo nas linhas como se elas pudessem me compreender como se Deus e os anjos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;pudessem me ouvir,desabafo,grito,choro,em silêncio,mais na alma me conforta o calor que me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;alegra na tristeza o tormento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;eles me ouvem em pensamento,escrevo sem vírgulas ou tempo para pensar,se esta certo ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;deixei de acertar,simplesmente escrevo com todo amor que existe em mim,escrevo para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;espantar meus males até o fim!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;RAQUEL NOGUEIRA &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/954712769605899066-5463610516831834647?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/5463610516831834647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=5463610516831834647' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/5463610516831834647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/5463610516831834647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2011/02/da-minha-boca-as-palavras-nao-soam-tao.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXE66vD_n34/TVkwVDyisyI/AAAAAAAAAm8/QuF31wKGAks/s72-c/anjo-11461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-1511099418517689875</id><published>2011-02-08T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T08:25:22.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/TVFsbkmrTxI/AAAAAAAAAm0/5KDvHeZFyLY/s1600/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/TVFsbkmrTxI/AAAAAAAAAm0/5KDvHeZFyLY/s320/amor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571353434972180242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Vou até você,aonde você estiver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E em varias vezes guardei o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;quis sentir na pela,mais não era o momento,quis voar no pensamento,mais não tinha a quem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Fechei meus olhos,tentei te sentir em outros fiz te arrepiar,toca meus lábios,sentir meu corpo,abri os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"chorei",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E por noites acordada procurando te encontrar,sem rumo,com esperança,sem sorte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;você me fez seguir,você não estava lá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mais te senti,Volto triste,deito,choro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E todos os dias é assim te procurando no túnel que te perdi, é triste a solidão,todos dizem que estou louca e querem me enternar,dizem que se foi,que não adianta procurar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Tolos",quando você vem me buscar,provrar que o amor não morre,calar a boca dos que me afligem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Amanheceu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;                        É no claro que caio na real, você nao viria nunca vem,prefiro fechar os olhos pra  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;                        sempre do que acordar todos os dias sem você e odiar cada vez mais a noite e a minha vida ,então chega o calar da noite vou procura-la e então ela me levara a você,quem sabe poderei sorrir por enquanto,"choro".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raquel nogueira &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-1511099418517689875?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/1511099418517689875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=1511099418517689875' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/1511099418517689875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/1511099418517689875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2011/02/vou-ate-voceaonde-vc-estiver-e-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/TVFsbkmrTxI/AAAAAAAAAm0/5KDvHeZFyLY/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-1993556466209746675</id><published>2011-01-18T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T19:15:18.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/TTWgST4451I/AAAAAAAAAlo/Ifc0R3o35L0/s1600/palhaco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/TTWgST4451I/AAAAAAAAAlo/Ifc0R3o35L0/s320/palhaco.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563529151123089234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;h2 class="post-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 145, 147); font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(65, 65, 65); "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(65, 65, 65); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 class="post-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 145, 147); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://claricelispector.blogspot.com/2008/07/das-vantagens-de-ser-bobo.html" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 145, 147); "&gt;Das Vantagens de ser Bobo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(65, 65, 65); "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(65, 65, 65); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O bobo, por não se ocupar com ambições, tem tempo para ver, ouvir, tocar no mundo.&lt;br /&gt;O bobo é capaz de ficar sentado quase sem se mexer por duas horas. Se perguntado por que não faz alguma coisa, responde: "Estou fazendo, estou pensando”.&lt;br /&gt;Ser bobo às vezes oferece um mundo de saída porque os espertos só se lembram de sair por meio da esperteza, e o bobo tem originalidade, espontaneamente lhe vem a idéia.&lt;br /&gt;O bobo tem oportunidade de ver coisas que os espertos não vêem. Os espertos estão sempre tão atentos às espertezas alheias que se descontraem diante dos bobos, e estes os vêem como simples pessoas humanas.&lt;br /&gt;O bobo ganha utilidade e sabedoria para viver.&lt;br /&gt;O bobo parece nunca ter tido vez. No entanto, muitas vezes, o bobo é um Dostoievski.&lt;br /&gt;Há desvantagem, obviamente. Uma boba, por exemplo, confiou na palavra de um desconhecido para a compra de um ar refrigerado de segunda mão: ele disse que o aparelho era novo, praticamente sem uso porque se mudara para a Gávea onde é fresco. Vai a boba e compra o aparelho sem vê-lo sequer.&lt;br /&gt;Resultado: não funciona.&lt;br /&gt;Chamado um técnico, a opinião deste era que o aparelho estava tão estragado que o concerto seria caríssimo: mais vale comprar outro.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, em contrapartida, a vantagem de ser bobo é ter boa-fé, não desconfiar, e, portanto estar tranqüilo.&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;É que só o bobo é capaz de excesso de amor. E só o amor faz o bobo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(65, 65, 65); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Clarisse Lispector &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(65, 65, 65); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-1993556466209746675?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/1993556466209746675/comments/default' 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"&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; "&gt;Bombardeamento&lt;/em&gt; de &lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; "&gt;Hiroshima&lt;/em&gt; Data: 6 de Agosto de 1945 Na manhã de 6 de Agosto de 1945, um bombardeiro da Força Aérea dos Estados Unidos &lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;vejam vale a pena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rosa de hiroshima-Ney matogrosso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-5757584427522535624?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-6216846388584329295</id><published>2010-12-19T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:59:27.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"Não sei onde eu to indo,mais sei que eu to no meu caminho"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Se me perguntarem porque desta frase, um trecho da musica de Raul seixas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;que fala muito sobre o que eu vivo eu respondo é a frase da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;um refugio talvez pra quem não entenda pra mim é uma duvida,uma duvida de que talvez ainda não saiba pra onde ir,mais sei que por onde estou indo é o certo pra mim (talvez),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Nunca se sabe,tem tanta coisa que bota em jogo o que a gente realmente veio fazer nessa terra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;ultimamente sinto uma falta de carinho de alegria das pessoas adultas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;eu como adulta percebo isso em mim mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;,a gente nem percebe mais a uma piadinha boba de criança que ela acha muita graça e a gente não ri, de coisas que achamos o maior mico cometer,e de arrependimentos de fazer algo que acha que não deveria fazer,não percebemos essas mudanças no decorrer de nossas vidas mais hoje percebi isso e não fiquei feliz,quanto tempo faz que você não se diverte realmente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;encher a cara para esquecer dos problemas é desculpa para fazermos coisas que no dia a dia não teriamos coragem de fazer e depois dar essa desculpa é superficial,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Aquela história que eu tenho de ir para o show de rock pra me libertar(eu faço)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Nossa preciso disso para ser feliz,são coisas que parecem meio forçadas porque sempre alguma coisa ñ esta bem,estamos sempre insatisfeitos com alguma coisa felicidade 99% no maximo sempre,e a gente não acha o real caminho eu penso que achei varias vezes ,muitos acham mais a certeza não possuímos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt; Procuramos a felicidade eterna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;vivemos a vida dia a dia procurando a tal sonhada paz,sou feliz mais ao mesmo tempo sei que preciso de coisas superficiais para me fazer sentir bem e não sei porque,mais eu sei que o que realmente me liberta a alma é escrever o que sinto e o que penso, mesmo que me julguem mais apenas escrever e colocar as mais sinceras palavras de um ser humano,com duvidas sobre coisas poucas ou coisas importantes,não como uma mente brilhante de um cara muito importante e nem nenhuma celebridade apenas eu que existo e persisto sempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Me pergunto qual a moral da vida adulta,trabalhar estudar se tornar alguém importante casar ter filhos ,e então chega a terceira idade e fazemos alguma atividade pra passar o tempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;porque tem pessoas com medo de ficar com dores e gordas reunião de familia aos finais de semana ,e então um dia morremos depois de vivermos muuuito,mais e a alegria tem pessoas que parece mumias depois de ter atingido uma certa idade se achando superior demais a uma pessoa que ri de uma piada sem sentido,amor tem mais valor,rir de coisas bobas,brincar sempre não importa a idade ,ser bobo as vezes traz alegria não só a nós mesmos mais a quem nos cerca,fazer tudo que tiver ao alcance pra tornar uma pessoa que te ama muito feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Tem pessoas que parecem ser realemente felizes da terceira idade por exemplo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;tem tudo familia,o vélho do lado rsrs,amigos e uma situação boa e amor de tudo isso,e o melhor da valor a tudo isso e faz o mesmo por tudo,quero ser assim quando tiver essa idade espero ja ter encontrado meu caminho, e que eu não tenha duvidas se foi o que sempre quis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Podiamos começar a nos sentir menos superiores a um monte de coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;que quem ler vai pensar em n' coisas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;se você não pensar ja ta sendo superior demais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;você não é perfeito rsrs ,pra começar por ai ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;aceitar o próximo do jeito que ele é e amar acima de todas a coisas ser feliz curtir ao maximo e nunca achar que é tarde,isso não existe é coisas que colocam em sua cabeça pra te fazer mal,você pode tanto que qualquer um,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt; preconceito também é o pior defeito não saber respeitar o próximo é não saber respeitar a si mesmo,ninguém é melhor que ninguém ate que se prove ao contrario e claro parar com o medo do que vão pensar se ficarmos com esse medo a vida toda simplesmente não faremos nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;acho que isso é pelo menos o mínimo que o ser humano possa tentar, pra tornar sua vida e das pessoas a sua volta mais feliz e agradável ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt; é isso ai, ainda não sei onde eu to indo,mais sei que por onde eu for eu vou levar o melhor de mim, pelo menos vou tentar e chegarei ao que sempre quis,rindo muito sendo feliz e desafiando o certinho ser certinho demais é muito chato,o errado as vezes tem seu sabor e contar no futuro essas histórias vai ser muito mais interessante e orgulhoso sem atrapalhar a ninguém sem machucar a ninguém,só ser feliz incondicionalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Quem sabe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/TP7uhPRVQkI/AAAAAAAAAlI/bTY33t0z4w0/s1600/rosas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/TP7uhPRVQkI/AAAAAAAAAlI/bTY33t0z4w0/s320/rosas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548134045769351746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting', cursive; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype'; " &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Carta de valerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; -V de vingança     (assistam o filme,leiam o livro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting', cursive; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype'; color: rgb(255, 124, 128); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting', cursive; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype'; color: rgb(255, 124, 128); " &gt;Sei que não há como convencer você de que isto não é um truque mas não faz mal. Sou eu. Meu nome é Valerie. Não creio que viverei muito tempo e quero falar sobre a minha vida. Esta é a única biografia que eu vou escrever e faço isso em papel higiênico.  Nasci em Nottingham, em 1985. Não me lembro muito da infância, mas eu me lembro da chuva. Minha avó tinha uma fazenda em Tottlebrook... ela dizia que Deus estava na chuva. Eu terminei o ginásio e fui a uma escola para meninas. Na escola, conheci minha primeira namorada. Seu nome era Sarah. Foram seus pulsos. Eles eram lindos. Achei que nos amaríamos para sempre. Uma professora disse que era uma fase da adolescência que superaríamos. A Sarah superou. Eu não.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting', cursive; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype'; color: rgb(255, 124, 128); " &gt;Em 2002, eu me apaixonei por uma garota chamada Christina. Naquele ano, contei aos meu pais. Eu não poderia ter feito isso sem a Chris segurando minha mão. Meu pai nem me olhou. Disse-me para ir embora e nunca mais voltar. Minha mãe não disse nada. Eu só contei a verdade. Isso foi egoísmo demais? Nossa integridade vale tão pouco, mas é tudo o que temos. É o mais importante em nós. Mantendo nossa integridade, somos livres. Sempre soube o que queria da vida.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting', cursive; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype'; color: rgb(255, 124, 128); " &gt;Em 2015, eu estrelei meu primeiro filme, As Dunas de sal. Foi o papel mais importante da minha vida, não pela carreira, mas porque assim conheci a Ruth. Na primeira vez em que nos beijamos. Eu soube que nunca mais iria querer beijar outros lábios. Nós nos mudamos para um apartamento em Londres. Ela plantou Scarlet Carsons para mim na janela e nosso apartamento sempre cheirava a rosas. Foram os melhores anos da minha vida.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting', cursive; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype'; color: rgb(255, 124, 128); " &gt;Mas a guerra dos EUA foi piorando e, no fim, chegou a Londres. Depois disso, não havia mais rosas... Não para todos. O significado das palavras começou a mudar. Palavras como "colateral" e "rendição" inspiravam medo... Enquanto ganhavam força "Nórdica Chama" e "Artigos de Submissão". Lembro-me de como "diferente" virou "perigoso". Ainda não entendo por que nos odeiam tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Lucida Handwriting', cursive; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype'; color: rgb(255, 124, 128); " &gt;Eles levaram a Ruth enquanto ela comprava comida. Nunca chorei tanto na minha vida. Não demorou a virem me buscar. Parece estranho terminar a vida em um lugar tão horrível... Mas durante três anos eu tive rosas e não pedi desculpas a ninguém. Eu morrerei aqui. Cada pedacinho do meu ser perecerá. Cada pedacinho... Menos um. O da integridade. É pequeno e frágil... E é a única coisa que vale a pena ter. Nós jamais devemos perdê-lo. Nem deixar que o tomem de nós. Espero que, quem quer que você seja, escape daqui. Espero que o mundo mude e a vida fique melhor. Mas o que mais quero é que entenda a minha mensagem...Quando falo que mesmo sem conhecer você... E mesmo que talvez jamais conheça você... Ria com você, chore com você... Ou beije você... Eu amo você. De todo o coração... Eu amo você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-6967821723988381916?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/6967821723988381916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=6967821723988381916' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/6967821723988381916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/6967821723988381916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2010/12/carta-de-valerie-v-de-vinganca-assistam.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/TP7uhPRVQkI/AAAAAAAAAlI/bTY33t0z4w0/s72-c/rosas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-8023802596227056323</id><published>2010-10-23T06:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T06:39:24.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/TMLlc5Ix6oI/AAAAAAAAAkg/TL9mBccSBaI/s1600/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/TMLlc5Ix6oI/AAAAAAAAAkg/TL9mBccSBaI/s320/amor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531235576901134978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A gente precisa é de amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;não de mentiras,luxúria de ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;precisamos desiludir a cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;e pensar mais no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A cada dia um sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;a cada beijo a certeza de ter aquele alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;pra vida inteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;quem precisa de dinheiro,se com o que se gasta é passageiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Não me vejo num cavalo branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;de olhos azuis,nem com um vestido de seda em cetim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;me vejo sorrindo e sendo feliz com alguém pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Olhas nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;sentir o bater do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o brilho da face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;lembrar sempre,amar sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Para quem tem tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;e vive como quem não quer nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;com o que você sonha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;como se imagina?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ninguém tem de ser dependente de ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;dependência é posse,amar é liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;andam de mãos dadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;você faz aquilo que quer,como quer,e com quem quer,do jeito que quiser ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;e se faz sem posse, você realmente ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Vamos fingir que não precisamos desse lindo sentimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;andar sozinhos por opção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;e dizer aos berros sou mais eu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;mais sabe que chora quando chega em casa e se vê sozinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ficar sozinho num é de todo mal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;quando a gente esta aberto a viver um amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;mais quando nos fechamos é horrível viver uma mentira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;seja leal a si mesmo ame a tudo e a um todo sem vergonha de ser feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; de ser bobo de mandar flores, de dizer* te amo *quando se realmente sente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"vamos ser crianças!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; amando a si próprio poderá  amar pra sempre um outro alguém,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; pois este alguém saberá que você é pra vida toda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ame ame e ame mais sempre sem medo de ser feliz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Raquel Nogueira &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-8023802596227056323?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/8023802596227056323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=8023802596227056323' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/8023802596227056323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/8023802596227056323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2010/10/gente-precisa-e-de-amor-nao-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/TMLlc5Ix6oI/AAAAAAAAAkg/TL9mBccSBaI/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-6294657076696369077</id><published>2010-07-03T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T18:09:19.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Eu não sei mais]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/TC_fD6PV1xI/AAAAAAAAAjk/UPX49wBihQI/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489851729054127890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/TC_fD6PV1xI/AAAAAAAAAjk/UPX49wBihQI/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não sei se ainda amo você como antes,não é sempre que vejo aquele lindo brilho no seu olhare parece que seu romantismo apagou e você perdeu o brilhonão sei mais como agir e nem sei mais o que pensareu sinto dor no peito e uma saudade de quando nos conhecemosQuando todas as palavras soavam como musicas em meus ouvidose hoje nem me fazem sorrir com sinceridade,estou entre seu amor e a minha liberdade,que ha muito tempo não a vejo,essa tal de liberdade ,nunca mais me procurou e me deixou com grandes lembranças e agora só sobrou lagrimas e cotidiano ,mais de qualquer forma eu tenho medo de te perder, e ver que deixei meu verdadeiro amor ir embora,mais eu nem sei se você é realmente o meu verdadeiro amor, porque ja perdi quem eu souQuando estou com você sonho com tudo que perdemos,que não aproveitamos que histórias vamos contar aos nossos filhos,você nunca se importou,vocÊ nunca se importou com o que eu realmente respeitovocê ri de uma opinião minha daquilo que eu mais amo quando eu falo de amor,quando eu falo de liberdade quando eu falo de revoluçãorealmente você não entende nada que eu falo e é tudo que eu tenho é o que me faz viver no céue eu só te peço pra me ouvir eu só te peço pra sorrir por favor amor usa a sua almacomo eu uso a minha em pró a belezavocê não entende o quanto é importante e quando eu digo que vou partir você mudae derrepente se torna o seu pesadelo mesmo que seja meu falso sonhoe eu continuo te amando e te acolho te beijo,não sei mais o que pensar,eu to em extase e eu só quero que vc faça isso por mimnão tire o brilho do meu olhar traga de volta por favor meu amor ,traga de volta por favor. &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/954712769605899066-6294657076696369077?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/6294657076696369077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=6294657076696369077' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/6294657076696369077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/6294657076696369077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-nao-sei-mais-nao-sei-se-ainda-amo.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/TC_fD6PV1xI/AAAAAAAAAjk/UPX49wBihQI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-3708762012305909228</id><published>2010-01-14T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T05:49:52.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/S08gWirVohI/AAAAAAAAAiU/2EX-6oWjWQ8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426591647642526226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/S08gWirVohI/AAAAAAAAAiU/2EX-6oWjWQ8/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For non blonds(What's up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"essa música essa banda marcou minha infancia e marca minha juventude até hoje a essencia dela a época tudo me atrai resolvi deixar um pouquinho de mim hoje aqui no meu blog,essa musica é muito de mim adoro ...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O Que Houve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;25 anos e minha vida está parada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Estou tentando subir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Essa grande Montanha da esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Por um destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Eu compreendi rapidamente quando soube que deveria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Que o mundo não era essa fraternidade de homens o que quer que isso signifique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E então eu choro às vezes quando estou deitada na cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Só para me livrar disso tudo que está na minha cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E estou me sentindo um pouquinho esquisita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E então eu acordo de manhã e saio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E respiro profundamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E eu fico realmente bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E eu grito do máximo dos meus pulmões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"O que está acontecendo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E eu digo: HEY!E digo: "hei, o que está havendo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"E eu tento, oh meu Deus, eu tento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Eu tento todo o tempo nestas intituições&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E eu rezo, oh meu Deus, eu rezo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Eu rezo todo e cada dia, por uma revolução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E então eu choro às vezes quando estou deitada na cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Só para me livrar disso tudo que está na minha cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E estou me sentindo um pouquinho esquisita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E então eu acordo de manhã e saio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E respiro profundamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E eu fico realmente bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E eu grito do máximo dos meus pulmões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"O que está acontecendo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;25 anos e minha vida está parada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Estou tentando subir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Essa grande Montanha da esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Por um destino&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/954712769605899066-3708762012305909228?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/3708762012305909228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=3708762012305909228' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/3708762012305909228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/3708762012305909228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-non-blondswhats-up-essa-musica-essa.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/S08gWirVohI/AAAAAAAAAiU/2EX-6oWjWQ8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-3599919725631749868</id><published>2009-11-21T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:54:33.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/Swh9iAJIyvI/AAAAAAAAAh8/GygSYktG6ss/s1600/happy_fathers_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406709375765629682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/Swh9iAJIyvI/AAAAAAAAAh8/GygSYktG6ss/s320/happy_fathers_day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"Sou eu quem vou seguir você do primeiro rabisco até o bê-a-bá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;em todos os desenhos coloridos vou estar a casa, a montanha, duas nuvens no céu e um sol a sorrir no papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sou eu que vou ser seu colega, seus problemas ajudar a resolver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;lhe acompanhar nas provas bimestrais, você vai ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Serei de você confidente fiel, se seu pranto molhar meu papel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sou eu que vou ser seu amigo, Vou lhe dar abrigo, se você quiser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Quando surgirem seus primeiros raios de mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A vida se abrirá num feroz carrossel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E você vai rasgar meu papel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O que está escrito em mim comigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ficará guardado, se lhe dá prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A vida segue sempre em frente, o que se há de fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Só peço a você um favor, se puder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não me esqueça num canto qualquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eu não sei se você se recorda do seu primeiro caderno, eu me recordo do meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.Com ele eu aprendi muita coisa, foi nele que eu descobri que a experiência dos erros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ela é tão importante quanto às experiências dos acertos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Porque vistos de um jeito certo, os erros, Eles nos preparam para nossas vitórias e conquistas futuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Porque não há aprendizado na vida que não passe pelas experiências dos erros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O caderno é uma metáfora da vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Quando os erros cometidos eram demais, eu me recordo, Que a nossa professora nos sugeria que a gente virasse a página.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Era um jeito interessante de descobrir a graça que há nos recomeços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ao virar a página, os erros cometidos deixavam de nos incomodar e a partir deles, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A gente seguia um pouco mais crescido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O caderno nos ensina que erros não precisam ser fontes de castigos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Erros podem ser fontes de virtudes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Na vida é a mesma coisa, o erro tem que estar à serviço do aprendizado; Ele não tem que ser fonte de culpas e vergonhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nenhum ser humano pode ser verdadeiramente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;grande sem que seja capaz de reconhecer os erros que cometeu na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Uma coisa é a gente se arrepender do que fez! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Outra coisa é a gente se sentir culpado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Culpas nos paralisam. Arrependimentos não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eles nos lançam pra frente, nos ajudam a corrigir os erros cometidos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Deus é semelhante ao caderno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ele nos permite os erros pra que a gente aprenda a fazer do jeito certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Você tem errado muito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não importa, aceite de Deus essa nova página de vida que tem nome de hoje! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Recorde-se das lições do seu primeiro caderno.Quando os erros são demais, vire a página!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O que está escrito em mim comigo Ficará guardado, se lhe dá prazer A vida segue sempre em frente, o que se há de fazer Só peço a você um favor, se puder Não me esqueça num canto qualquer"&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/954712769605899066-3599919725631749868?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/3599919725631749868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=3599919725631749868' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/3599919725631749868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/3599919725631749868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/11/sou-eu-quem-vou-seguir-voce-do-primeiro.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/Swh9iAJIyvI/AAAAAAAAAh8/GygSYktG6ss/s72-c/happy_fathers_day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-2566197565544227873</id><published>2009-10-08T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T07:32:09.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/Ss334adUZ_I/AAAAAAAAAgs/TKndyB1szeo/s1600-h/O%2520TE~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390236877579380722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/Ss334adUZ_I/AAAAAAAAAgs/TKndyB1szeo/s320/O%2520TE~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;teatro magico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Na varanda&lt;br /&gt;Onde o ar anda depressa&lt;br /&gt;Vai embora na conversa&lt;br /&gt;Nossa pressa de ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na varanda&lt;br /&gt;Onde a flor se arremessa&lt;br /&gt;Onde o vento prega peça&lt;br /&gt;Nos traz festa pelo ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na varanda&lt;br /&gt;A criança se debruça&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, menina ainda fuça&lt;br /&gt;Nos cabelos a ninar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na varanda&lt;br /&gt;Onde a lua se levanta&lt;br /&gt;Nossa rede se balança&lt;br /&gt;Serenata pra acordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joga a trança&lt;br /&gt;Busca o chão e não o céu&lt;br /&gt;Qual barquinho de papel&lt;br /&gt;Sonha ir de encontro ao mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a noite vem&lt;br /&gt;Sendo o descanso do sol&lt;br /&gt;E a ponte vem&lt;br /&gt;Sendo a distancia de quem tá só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sol&lt;br /&gt;Com a cabeça na lua&lt;br /&gt;A lua que gira, que gira, que gira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a noite vem&lt;br /&gt;Sendo o descanso do sol&lt;br /&gt;E a ponte vem&lt;br /&gt;Sendo a distancia de quem tá só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sol&lt;br /&gt;Com a cabeça na lua&lt;br /&gt;A lua que gira, que gira, que girassol&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/954712769605899066-2566197565544227873?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/2566197565544227873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=2566197565544227873' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/2566197565544227873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/2566197565544227873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/10/teatro-magico-na-varanda-onde-o-ar-anda.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/Ss334adUZ_I/AAAAAAAAAgs/TKndyB1szeo/s72-c/O%2520TE~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-7304874813207437983</id><published>2009-10-08T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T07:27:57.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/Ss3239PArkI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eqgh2UUOCto/s1600-h/UmSorriso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390235770223111746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/Ss3239PArkI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eqgh2UUOCto/s320/UmSorriso.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eu tava triste&lt;br /&gt;Tristinho!&lt;br /&gt;Mais sem graça&lt;br /&gt;Que a top-model magrela&lt;br /&gt;Na passarela&lt;br /&gt;Eu tava só&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho!&lt;br /&gt;Mais solitário&lt;br /&gt;Que um paulistano&lt;br /&gt;Que um canastrão&lt;br /&gt;Na hora que cai o pano&lt;br /&gt;Tava mais bôbo&lt;br /&gt;Que banda de rock&lt;br /&gt;Que um palhaço&lt;br /&gt;Do circo Vostok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ontem&lt;br /&gt;Eu recebi um Telegrama&lt;br /&gt;Era você de Aracaju&lt;br /&gt;Ou do Alabama&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo:&lt;br /&gt;Nêgo sinta-se feliz&lt;br /&gt;Porque no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Tem alguém que diz:&lt;br /&gt;Que muito te ama!&lt;br /&gt;Que tanto te ama!&lt;br /&gt;Que muito muito te ama,&lt;br /&gt;que tanto te ama!...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso hoje eu acordei&lt;br /&gt;Com uma vontade danada&lt;br /&gt;De mandar flores ao delegado&lt;br /&gt;De bater na porta do vizinho&lt;br /&gt;E desejar bom dia&lt;br /&gt;De beijar o português&lt;br /&gt;Da padaria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu acordei&lt;br /&gt;Com uma vontade danada&lt;br /&gt;De mandar flores ao delegado&lt;br /&gt;De bater na porta do vizinho&lt;br /&gt;E desejar bom dia&lt;br /&gt;De beijar o português&lt;br /&gt;Da padaria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama! Oh Mama! Oh Mama!&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser seu!&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser seu!&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser seu!&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser seu papa!..&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/954712769605899066-7304874813207437983?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/7304874813207437983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=7304874813207437983' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/7304874813207437983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/7304874813207437983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-tava-triste-tristinho-mais-sem-graca.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/Ss3239PArkI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eqgh2UUOCto/s72-c/UmSorriso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-7907429334282050318</id><published>2009-10-08T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T07:22:19.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/Ss31jsG3mCI/AAAAAAAAAgc/hsVOd0XwXVs/s1600-h/3357452_QGB07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390234322516547618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/Ss31jsG3mCI/AAAAAAAAAgc/hsVOd0XwXVs/s320/3357452_QGB07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como Nossos Pais&lt;br /&gt;Elis Regina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero lhe falar,&lt;br /&gt;Meu grande amor,&lt;br /&gt;Das coisas que aprendi&lt;br /&gt;Nos discos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero lhe contar como eu vivi&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o que aconteceu comigo&lt;br /&gt;Viver é melhor que sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que o amor&lt;br /&gt;É uma coisa boa&lt;br /&gt;Mas também sei&lt;br /&gt;Que qualquer canto&lt;br /&gt;É menor do que a vida&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer pessoa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso cuidado meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Há perigo na esquina&lt;br /&gt;Eles venceram e o sinal&lt;br /&gt;Está fechado prá nós&lt;br /&gt;Que somos jovens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para abraçar seu irmão&lt;br /&gt;E beijar sua menina na rua&lt;br /&gt;É que se fez o seu braço,&lt;br /&gt;O seu lábio e a sua voz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me pergunta&lt;br /&gt;Pela minha paixão&lt;br /&gt;Digo que estou encantada&lt;br /&gt;Como uma nova invenção&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ficar nesta cidade&lt;br /&gt;Não vou voltar pro sertão&lt;br /&gt;Pois vejo vir vindo no vento&lt;br /&gt;Cheiro de nova estação&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei de tudo na ferida viva&lt;br /&gt;Do meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já faz tempo&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi você na rua&lt;br /&gt;Cabelo ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Gente jovem reunida&lt;br /&gt;Na parede da memória&lt;br /&gt;Essa lembrança&lt;br /&gt;É o quadro que dói mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha dor é perceber&lt;br /&gt;Que apesar de termos&lt;br /&gt;Feito tudo o que fizemos&lt;br /&gt;Ainda somos os mesmos&lt;br /&gt;E vivemos&lt;br /&gt;Ainda somos os mesmos&lt;br /&gt;E vivemos&lt;br /&gt;Como os nossos pais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossos ídolos&lt;br /&gt;Ainda são os mesmos&lt;br /&gt;E as aparências&lt;br /&gt;Não enganam não&lt;br /&gt;Você diz que depois deles&lt;br /&gt;Não apareceu mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Você pode até dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que eu tô por fora&lt;br /&gt;Ou então&lt;br /&gt;Que eu tô inventando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é você&lt;br /&gt;Que ama o passado&lt;br /&gt;E que não vê&lt;br /&gt;É você&lt;br /&gt;Que ama o passado&lt;br /&gt;E que não vê&lt;br /&gt;Que o novo sempre vem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Que quem me deu a idéia&lt;br /&gt;De uma nova consciência&lt;br /&gt;E juventude&lt;br /&gt;Tá em casa&lt;br /&gt;Guardado por Deus&lt;br /&gt;Contando vil metal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha dor é perceber&lt;br /&gt;Que apesar de termos&lt;br /&gt;Feito tudo, tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que fizemos&lt;br /&gt;Nós ainda somos&lt;br /&gt;Os mesmos e vivemos&lt;br /&gt;Ainda somos&lt;br /&gt;Os mesmos e vivemos&lt;br /&gt;Ainda somos&lt;br /&gt;Os mesmos e vivemos&lt;br /&gt;Como os nossos pais...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-7907429334282050318?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/7907429334282050318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=7907429334282050318' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-7824838961829388727</id><published>2009-10-08T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T07:02:43.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanhã ou depois</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/Ss3w3S39ymI/AAAAAAAAAgU/9m8RjScRv6g/s1600-h/Maos-34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390229161782397538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/Ss3w3S39ymI/AAAAAAAAAgU/9m8RjScRv6g/s320/Maos-34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deixamos pra depois uma conversa amiga&lt;br /&gt;Que fosse para o bem, que fosse uma saí&amp;shy;da&lt;br /&gt;Deixamos pra depois a troca de carinho&lt;br /&gt;Deixamos que a rotina fosse nosso caminho&lt;br /&gt;Deixamos pra depois a busca de abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Deixamos de nos ver fazendo algum sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã ou depois, tanto faz se depois&lt;br /&gt;For nunca mais... nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixamos de sentir o que a gente sentia&lt;br /&gt;Que trazia cor ao nosso dia a dia&lt;br /&gt;Deixamos de dizer o que a gente dizia&lt;br /&gt;Deixamos de levar em conta a alegria&lt;br /&gt;Deixamos escapar por entre nossos dedos&lt;br /&gt;A chance de manter unidas as nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã ou depois, tanto faz se depois&lt;br /&gt;For nunca mais... nunca mais&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/954712769605899066-7824838961829388727?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/7824838961829388727/comments/default' title='Postar 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/Ss3w3S39ymI/AAAAAAAAAgU/9m8RjScRv6g/s72-c/Maos-34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-2658531424915351769</id><published>2009-07-25T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T17:05:02.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SmucyM4G_6I/AAAAAAAAAf4/yLxfcwVOp_M/s1600-h/Mi_Amor_by_SunDropsTonight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362552167578664866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SmucyM4G_6I/AAAAAAAAAf4/yLxfcwVOp_M/s320/Mi_Amor_by_SunDropsTonight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Algumas pessoas vivem acreditando &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;q o Amor é só feito de felicidades...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas a cada dia vejo q ñ (infelizmente)pode se amar tando na felicidades, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quanto na tristeza...tando na dor quanto no Amor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;só q ñ suportamos essa parte "dark"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pq Doi, Machuca, causa-se muitas lagrimas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dias e noites acordados!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sensação de Morte!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é onde tudo acada e vc...percebe q com a pessoa estava ruim..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem ela ficou pior!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu acredito em amor ETERNO...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma vez q se amou verdadeiramente sempre amará!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ñ estou falando dessas paixões q quando sentida é confundida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ela passa com o tempo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas o AMor Verdadeiro Eterno ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;esse ñ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vc vai conhecendo Todos os Defeitos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vê a pessoa fazendo tudo errado...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;prejudicando a si próprio...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e percebe q aquela pessoa ñ é nada doq dizia ser afinal ela esta se contradizendo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vc Vê a pessoa q vc ama morrendo,e quando vc a encontra,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vc ñ consegue nem olhar pq ali a unica coisa q lembra seu amor é a Fisionomia mas nada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas mesmo assim vc ama...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pq vc acredita q seu amor deve estar por ali...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dentro desse desconhecido q ele se tornou!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Amor é Complicado..e muito dificil de compreender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser feliz no amor entãoo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nosssa...é possível...difícil é manter a felicidades.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FELICIDADES é fase...o AMOR ñ...os dois Juntos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quem perde é a Felicidade... por isso &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;q se AMA MAIS doq é feliz. &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/954712769605899066-2658531424915351769?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/2658531424915351769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=2658531424915351769' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/2658531424915351769'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SmHxYIXmv-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/pTbPiJ5YQrw/s1600-h/pD20051003_151145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359830428413247458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SmHxYIXmv-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/pTbPiJ5YQrw/s320/pD20051003_151145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Facção Central-Eu não pedi pra nascer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Minha mão pequena bate no vidro do carro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;No braço se destacam as queimaduras de cigarro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;a chuva forte ensopa a camisa e o short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Qualquer dia a pneumonia me faz tossir até a morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Uma moeda, um passe me livra do inferno, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;me faz chegar em casa e não apanhar de fio de ferro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;O meu playground não tem balança, escorregador, sua mãe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Vadia perguntando quanto você ganhou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Jogando na cara que tentou me abortar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;que tomou umas 5 injeções pra me tirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Quando eu era nenê tentou me vender uma par de vez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;quase fui criado por um casal inglês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Olho roxo, escoriação, porra, que foi que eu fiz? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Pra em vez de tá brincando ta colecionando cicatriz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Porque não pensou antes de abrir as pernas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Filho não nasce pra sofrer não pede pra vir pra Terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;O seu papel devia ser cuidar de mim, cuidar de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;cuidar de mim nao espancar, torturar, machucar, me bater, eu nao pedi pra nascer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;O seu papel devia ser cuidar de mim, cuidar de mim, cuidar de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Não espancar, torturar, machucar, me bater, eu não pedi pra nascer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Minha goma é suja, louça sem lavar, seringa usada, camisinha em todo lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Cabelo despenteado, bafo de aguardente é raro quando ela escova os dentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Várias armas dos outros moquiadas no teto, na pia mosquitos, baratas, disputam os restos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Cenário ideal pra chocar a UNICEF, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Habitat natural onde os assassinos crescem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Eu não queria Playstation nem bicicleta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;só ouvir a palavra filho da boca dela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Ouvir o grito da janela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;A comida tá pronta, não ser espancado pra ficar no farol a noite toda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Qualquer um ora pra Deus pra pedir que ele ajude, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;dê dinheiro, felicidade, saúde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Eu oro pra pedir coragem e ódio em dobro pra amarrar minha mãe na cama por querosene e meter fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;O seu papel devia ser cuidar de mim, cuidar de mim, cuidar de mimnao espancar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;torturar, machucar, me bater, eu nao pedi pra nasce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;O seu papel devia ser cuidar de mim, cuidar de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;cuidar de mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;nao espancar, torturar, machucar, me bater, eu nao pedi pra nasce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Outro dia a infância dominou meu coração, gastei o dinheiro que eu ganhei com um album do Timão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Queria ser criança normal que ninguém pune, que pula amarelinha, joga bolinha de gude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Cansei de só olhar o parquinho ali perto, senti inveja dos moleque fazendo castelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Foda-se se eu vou morrer por isso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Obrigado meu Deus por um dia de Sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;A noite as costas arderam no coro da cinta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;tacou minha cabeça no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Batia, Batia, me fez engolir figurinha por figurinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Espetou meu corpo inteiro com uma faca de cozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Olhei pro teto vi as armas num pacote, subi na mesa catei logo a Glock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Mãe, devia te matar mas não sou igual você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;invés de me sujar com seu sangue eu prefiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;morrer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-6984111142186220795?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/6984111142186220795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=6984111142186220795' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/6984111142186220795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/6984111142186220795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/07/faccao-central-eu-nao-pedi-pra-nascer.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SmHxYIXmv-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/pTbPiJ5YQrw/s72-c/pD20051003_151145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-7726711401982058134</id><published>2009-07-07T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:08:20.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"E a vida?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SlPVFC3NMII/AAAAAAAAAfg/JRoqoKZBc70/s1600-h/moradores-de-rua.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355858664518135938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SlPVFC3NMII/AAAAAAAAAfg/JRoqoKZBc70/s320/moradores-de-rua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;“A felicidade pra mim é ter uma casa pra morar e um serviço para trabalhar”, diz Elizeu Pereira de Oliveira, 36 anos, que deixou sua cidade, Campo Largo-PR, depois de uma traição da mulher. Já são dois anos longe dos três filhos, o mais velho com 15 anos hoje. Na rua, conheceu Eliane Martins Siqueira, 37 anos, que deixou seus seis filhos para trás. Juntos formam um casal, mas não uma nova família.&lt;br /&gt;Família tem casa. E os moradores de rua têm consciência que, dormindo na calçada, morando na praça e se abrigando da chuva sob uma marquise de loja em plena madrugada, fica difícil falar em família. “A gente dá um sorriso, uma risada, porque a gente gosta de ser alegre. Mas a situação é dura”, ensina Sebastião de Moura, 45 anos, pai de duas filhas e que deixou Bauru há dois anos. Para os moradores de rua, dar um sorriso é, muitas vezes, um sacrifício. Simplesmente porque não há motivo para isso. Um casal que pediu para não ser identificado armou sua “casa” sob uma das rampas para pedestres do viaduto Miguel Vicente Cury, ao lado do terminal central, e qualquer tentativa de sorrir é ofuscada pela precariedade da situação. A moradia, cercada de caixas de madeiras utilizadas para embalar frutas, lembra uma toca.&lt;br /&gt;“Aprendizado. É a única coisa que sobra se você sobreviver”, diz o morador, feliz com a possibilidade de sair das ruas em alguns dias e voltar para Minas Gerais com a mulher. O casal, com boa formação cultural e profissional – ela inclusive com curso de secretária bilíngüe -, é uma exceção entre os que moram nas ruas.&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/954712769605899066-7726711401982058134?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/7726711401982058134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=7726711401982058134' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/7726711401982058134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/7726711401982058134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/07/felicidade-pra-mim-e-ter-uma-casa-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SlPVFC3NMII/AAAAAAAAAfg/JRoqoKZBc70/s72-c/moradores-de-rua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-6986652246802544076</id><published>2009-07-07T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:24:59.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                                            &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E a vida ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Falar da morte parece não ser mais facil do que falar sobre a vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;mais acontece que os dois são tão complicados de intender que eu acho que esteja empatado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A Vida também não dá para saber porque existe, porque começou e blábláblá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;mais o que mais me deixa triste é saber que muitos ao ter TUDO EM SI ou em suas mãos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;age de forma prepotente , as vezes arrogante e reclamando da vida como se fosse tão dificil para si , eu sei que ninguém tem tudo que deseja que nunca estamos felizes por inteiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;pelo menos não sentimos isso,mesmo que alguém veja felicidade em nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mais o mais importante e que poucas vezes paramos para pensar é que temos a vida,para fazer dela o que quisermos , temos ela com livre arbitrio (sabendo do que é o certo e o errado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;seguindo ou não é nossa escolha,duas pernas duas mãos uma cabeça(com um cérebro dentro),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;e mais temos coração temos tudo funcionando o mundo gira sempre a favor daqueles que estão bem consigo mesmo e que acreditam em si mesmo , não dos resmungões reclamando de barriga cheia , reclamam do que é futilidade, reclamam do que é inútil;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A momentos na vida que precisamos chorar que precisamos nos depremir um pouco mais são aqueles momentos em que tudo parece dar errado mais por exemplo perder alguém que se ama  perder a nossa integridade e vender o mais importante a nossa alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;a coisas invevitáveis , que seria horrivel tratar com descaso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mais e aquelas pessoas que sofrem por ter perdido uma parte que lhe era muito ultil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;por ver seu filho passando fome, por se ver numa situação em que parece que o mundo todo está contra,naquele momento que a pessoa sente que todos seus sonhos vão por agua abaixo que só resta muitas vezes esperar no leito com a boca escancarada cheia de Dentes esperando a morte chegar=[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A coisas na vida que acontece e a gente nem imagina acontecendo com a gente, é como assistir o jornal ver uma criança morrer e não sentir nada, é como ver alguém pedindo esmola na rua numa situação precária e não se chocar e pensar "a que ponto chegamos "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;é como olhar para o céu estrelado de noite e não reparar na beleza na poesia e ver ele de dia na grande São paulo e não pensar novamente" a que ponto chegamos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*NAS POSTAGENS QUE EU COLOCAR APÓS ESSA SERÃO DE CASOS REAIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VIDAS EXISTENTES MAIS MUITAS VEZES (pelos cegos,céticos,e fúteis)"INEXISTENTES"*&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/954712769605899066-6986652246802544076?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/6986652246802544076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=6986652246802544076' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/6986652246802544076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/6986652246802544076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-vida-falar-da-morte-parece-nao-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-2516134884286802087</id><published>2009-07-07T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:58:11.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SlPEWWgWXsI/AAAAAAAAAfA/juHsOo9bDds/s1600-h/flor_morta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355840270151081666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SlPEWWgWXsI/AAAAAAAAAfA/juHsOo9bDds/s200/flor_morta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Canto Para A Minha Morte&lt;br /&gt;Raul Seixas&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Raul Seixas / Paulo Coelho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu sei que determinada rua que eu já passei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não tornará a ouvir o som dos meus passos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tem uma revista que eu guardo há muitos anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E que nunca mais eu vou abrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cada vez que eu me despeço de uma pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pode ser que essa pessoa esteja me vendo pela última vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A morte, surda, caminha ao meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E eu não sei em que esquina ela vai me beijar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Com que rosto ela virá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Será que ela vai deixar eu acabar o que eu tenho que fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ou será que ela vai me pegar no meio do copo de uísque?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Na música que eu deixei para compor amanhã?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Será que ela vai esperar eu apagar o cigarro no cinzeiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Virá antes de eu encontrar a mulher, a mulher que me foi destinada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E que está em algum lugar me esperando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Embora eu ainda não a conheça?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vou te encontrar vestida de cetim,Pois em qualquer lugar esperas só por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E no teu beijo provar o gosto estranho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que eu quero e não desejo,mas tenho que encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vem, mas demore a chegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu te detesto e amo morte, morte, morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que talvez seja o segredo desta vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Morte, morte, morte que talvez seja o segredo desta vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Qual será a forma da minha morte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma das tantas coisas que eu não escolhi na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Existem tantas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um acidente de carro.O coração que se recusa abater no próximo minuto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A anestesia mal aplicada,A vida mal vivida, a ferida mal curada, a dor já envelhecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O câncer já espalhado e ainda escondido, ou até, quem sabe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um escorregão idiota, num dia de sol, a cabeça no meio-fio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh morte, tu que és tão forte,Que matas o gato, o rato e o homem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vista-se com a tua mais bela roupa quando vieres me buscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que meu corpo seja cremado e que minhas cinzas alimentem a erva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E que a erva alimente outro homem como eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque eu continuarei neste homem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nos meus filhos, na palavra rude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que eu disse para alguém que não gostava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E até no uísque que eu não terminei de beber aquela noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vou te encontrar vestida de cetim,Pois em qualquer lugar esperas só por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E no teu beijo provar o gosto estranho que eu quero e não desejo,mas tenho que encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vem, mas demore a chegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu te detesto e amo morte, morte, morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que talvez seja o segredo desta vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Morte, morte, morte que talvez seja o segredo desta vida&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/954712769605899066-2516134884286802087?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/2516134884286802087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=2516134884286802087' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/2516134884286802087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/2516134884286802087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/07/canto-para-minha-morte-raul-seixas.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SlPEWWgWXsI/AAAAAAAAAfA/juHsOo9bDds/s72-c/flor_morta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-5284214290728931645</id><published>2009-07-06T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:51:24.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"qua tal um diário online?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;pensei nisso logo quando percebi que quando mais precisamos desabafar algo, qdo muitas coisas acontecem boas ou ruins principalmente a parte ruim, ficamos com vergonha de dizer ,omitimos nem sempre desabafamos e se desabafamos pelo menos comigo fico com uma pontinha de arrependimento ,ja me perguntei várias porque disso? kkk vergonha?,medo?,constrangimento?,frescura? ,ou simplesmente sente que não existe a necessidade de expor tudo isso ?é bom tbém eu acho são poucas as vezes que eu consigo dizer realmente o que sinto e poucas pessoas tbém, mais tenho o blog claro que nem tudo vou colocar só quero essa experiência ,espero que gostem se identifiquem,tudo que nos acontece no dia a dia nos traz mais aprendizado e eu adoro isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"a morte"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sei que ao começar com isso de díário vão ficar muitas dúvidas no ar ainda porque não temos resposta para tudo , ou melhor não temos respostas de quase nada, como sobre o céu e a terra por exemplo , alguém sabe para onde vamos depois de passar por essa experiência chamada vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ou porque viemos?e qual a idéia disso tudo?tem muitas histórias que eu ão preciso discutir aqui até porque isso ja teho uma opinião formada o que também não tenho certeza rsrs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;acho que nunca teremos essa resposta disso,talvez  porque se eu não sei a respsta dessas perguntas que são coisas incriveis como eu posso ter certeza que um dia algo estranho não aconteça e descobriremos tudo ,como na morte , depois de morrermos podemos descobrir não sei como mais podemos é tudo muito complicado de intender mais é um assunto que fica bastante na cabeça e na boca das pessoas com um enorme ponto de interrogação claro kkk,nossa que cabeça complicada a minha , ou a nossa ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Porque que quando uma pessoa que lutou muito em sua vida, que significou muita em algo quando morre que é reconhecida?, ou aquela que quase ninguém gostava , quando morre vira santa? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; Nossa a muitos exemplos disso um exemplo Clodovil enquanto vivo só se ouvia reclamações e difamações,e tudo de ruim que pode imaginar na boca das pessoas da midia e etc sobre ele , mais quando partiu homenagens e homenagens a ele dizendo o quanto ele era querido,bom não estou querendo dizer que a pessoa não mereça homenagens não é isso mais se muitas realmente gostassem dele iriam fazer essa homenagem enquanto ele estava vivo sei que muitos fizeram de coração como familiares,amigos pessoas que realmente se importam com ele mais que a midia faz um papelão muitos que não gostavam fizeram , fizeram sim senhor e isso acontece demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; O rei do pop Michael jackson concerteza merece homenagens assim como Clodovil , mais se percebe que com ele esta sendo mais sincera mais ele enquanto vivo tbém era chamado de muita coisa pelo menos agora ele vai descansar disso tudo o que aconteceu com ele na mente dele aposto que vai passar isso é o que todo mundo espera por quem ama quando se vai , só quero o que eu acho certo homenagens as pessoas que amamos tem que ser feitas enquanto elas estão vivas e quando se vão também mais principalmente quando estão vivas eu farei isso enquanto eu puder com todos aqueles que significam muito para mim um abraço gostoso uma palavra confortadora , e agradecimentos isso é muito importante, precisamos de reconhecimento enquanto estamos aqui nessa fase a da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-5284214290728931645?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/5284214290728931645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=5284214290728931645' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/5284214290728931645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/5284214290728931645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/07/qua-tal-um-diario-online.html' title='&quot;qua tal um diário online?&quot;'/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-6377793180561377631</id><published>2009-06-12T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:12:03.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SjJgx_F-BeI/AAAAAAAAAdk/t5_bg03LaH4/s1600-h/dia-dos-namorados_967476149_1181685615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346442119508526562" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px; height: 372px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SjJgx_F-BeI/AAAAAAAAAdk/t5_bg03LaH4/s400/dia-dos-namorados_967476149_1181685615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;"feliz dia dos namorados aos apaixonados"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Conselho de um velho apaixonado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Quando encontrar alguém e esse alguém fizer seu coração parar de funcionar por alguns segundos,preste atenção: pode ser a pessoa mais importante da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Se os olhares se cruzarem e, neste momento, houver o mesmo brilho intenso entre eles,fique alerta: pode ser a pessoa que você estáe sperando desde o dia em que nasceu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Se o toque dos lábios for intenso, se o beijo for apaixonante, e os olhos se encherem d'água neste momento, perceba:existe algo mágico entre vocês. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Se o 1º e o último pensamento do seu dia for essa pessoa, se a vontade de ficar juntos chegar a apertar o coração, agradeça: Algo do céu te mandou um presente divino : O AMOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Se um dia tiverem que pedir perdão umao outro por algum motivo e, em troca, receber um abraço, um sorriso, um afago nos cabelos e os gestos valerem mais que mil palavras,entregue-se: vocês foram feitos um pro outro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Se por algum motivo você estiver triste,se a vida te deu uma rasteira e a outra pessoa sofrer o seu sofrimento, chorar as suas lágrimas e enxugá-las com ternura, que coisa maravilhosa: você poderá contar com ela em qualquer momento de sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Se você conseguir, em pensamento, sentir o cheiro da pessoa comose ela estivesse ali do seu lado... Se você achar a pessoa maravilhosamente linda,mesmo ela estando de pijamas velhos, chinelos de dedo e cabelos emaranhados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Se você não consegue trabalhar direito o dia todo,ansioso pelo encontro que está marcado para a noite... Se você não consegue imaginar, de maneira nenhuma, um futuro sem a pessoa ao seu lado... Se você tiver a certeza que vai ver a outra envelhecendo e, mesmo assim, tiver a convicção que vai continuar sendo louco por ela... Se você preferir fechar os olhos, antes de ver a outra partindo: é o amor que chegou na sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Muitas pessoas apaixonam-se muitas vezes na vida poucas amam ou encontram um amor verdadeiro. Às vezes encontram e, por não prestarem atenção nesses sinais, deixam o amor passar, sem deixá-lo acontecer verdadeiramente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;É o livre-arbítrio. Por isso, preste atenção nos sinais.Não deixe que as loucuras do dia-a-dia o deixem cego para a melhor coisa da vida: o AMOR !!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"eu sinto esses sinais pela pessoa a qual dedico todos os dias o meu sentimento e atenção e hoje  num dia tão especial não me esqueceria de você claro .... eu te amu meu amore =p ,pequena homenagenzinha a ti mais de todo coração" ♥ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;by:Kelh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-6377793180561377631?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/6377793180561377631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=6377793180561377631' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/6377793180561377631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/6377793180561377631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/06/feliz-dia-dos-namorados-aos-apaixonados.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SjJgx_F-BeI/AAAAAAAAAdk/t5_bg03LaH4/s72-c/dia-dos-namorados_967476149_1181685615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-5486038358651574160</id><published>2009-06-07T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:17:01.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/Siw59AnUgbI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/1DGUFgKSjTw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344710578081661362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/Siw59AnUgbI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/1DGUFgKSjTw/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Quando vi os teus olhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu então acreditei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu pude entender tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Que você quis me dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fui tão longe ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fui tão longe ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Você juntou as nossas vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Transformando em uma só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E por alguns segundos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu pude viver num mundo Bem melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu fui tão longe ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu fui tão longe ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu quero perder Meu tempo com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Imaginei loucuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A respeito de nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pude viver o antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;O agora e o depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu fui tão longe ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu fui tão longe ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu acordei pra vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Quando olhei pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E dentro de seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Foi lá onde me encontrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu fui tão longe ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu fui tão longe ...&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/954712769605899066-5486038358651574160?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/5486038358651574160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=5486038358651574160' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/5486038358651574160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/5486038358651574160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/06/quando-vi-os-teus-olhos-eu-entao.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/Siw59AnUgbI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/1DGUFgKSjTw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-5772087349597472776</id><published>2009-05-19T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T06:59:07.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/ShK7D2wy23I/AAAAAAAAAc8/IKjlJMeM_7c/s1600-h/casal_feliz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337534183301634930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/ShK7D2wy23I/AAAAAAAAAc8/IKjlJMeM_7c/s400/casal_feliz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"""O amor pega,arrasa&lt;br /&gt;ele estira corpos pelo chão&lt;br /&gt;ele faz festa, ele grita e vibra&lt;br /&gt;ele não mede esforços&lt;br /&gt;nao fala em lúxuria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;O amor puro , é simples&lt;br /&gt;assim como tudo de mais belo&lt;br /&gt;ele me alucina ao bater em minha janela&lt;br /&gt;ao soprar no meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;ele me traz lembranças&lt;br /&gt;de um tempo de criança&lt;br /&gt;de um primeiro amor&lt;br /&gt;de um beijo roubado&lt;br /&gt;de um carinho dado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhh, o amor esse sentimento que salva&lt;br /&gt;que muda cabeças , rumos e o mundo,&lt;br /&gt;eu amo sem medidas&lt;br /&gt;eu amo,amo a você,amo a mim,amo a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Se é errado amar tanto,&lt;br /&gt;vou morrer pecando&lt;br /&gt;e sem arrepender&lt;br /&gt;se o mais lindo que existe&lt;br /&gt;é o amor de viver!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Raquel nogueira**&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/954712769605899066-5772087349597472776?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/5772087349597472776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=5772087349597472776' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/5772087349597472776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/5772087349597472776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-amor-pegaarrasa-ele-estira-corpos.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/ShK7D2wy23I/AAAAAAAAAc8/IKjlJMeM_7c/s72-c/casal_feliz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-3385613582073809283</id><published>2009-05-19T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T07:00:35.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/ShK5to8qnSI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Sa2vdWVuSr4/s1600-h/Romd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337532702124580130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/ShK5to8qnSI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Sa2vdWVuSr4/s400/Romd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;"eu não quero fazer tudo por você a ponto de perder a mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;a ponto de não saber quando parar&lt;br /&gt;e quando eu descobrir não conseguir&lt;br /&gt;mais sair do seu caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Não posso fazer tudo que quer&lt;br /&gt;se eu nem conheço a mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;se nem a mim dou todo esse crédito&lt;br /&gt;se nem a mim sou capaz de tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;E não me basta,você ser gentil&lt;br /&gt;me trazer flores, dizer que me ama&lt;br /&gt;não me basta ter você quando quero&lt;br /&gt;e poder te contar meus segredos&lt;br /&gt;se é a mim que você suga todo dia&lt;br /&gt;de dia de noite nos seus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;nas suas fantasias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu não vou fazer de mim&lt;br /&gt;sua escrava&lt;br /&gt;não vou deixar de ser quem sou&lt;br /&gt;não vou e não quero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Não é egoismo de minha parte&lt;br /&gt;sempre disse quem sou&lt;br /&gt;do que gosto&lt;br /&gt;e eu gosto de vc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;não é maldade é que gosto de viver um romance,&lt;br /&gt;na minha linha&lt;br /&gt;no meu caminho na minha liberdade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;**raquel nogueira**&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/954712769605899066-3385613582073809283?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/3385613582073809283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=3385613582073809283' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/3385613582073809283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/3385613582073809283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-nao-quero-fazer-tudo-por-voce-ponto.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/ShK5to8qnSI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Sa2vdWVuSr4/s72-c/Romd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-7131391544905379733</id><published>2009-05-12T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:18:44.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/Sgmv_Ku2xGI/AAAAAAAAAb0/0mtlMI3h7dw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334988733344564322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/Sgmv_Ku2xGI/AAAAAAAAAb0/0mtlMI3h7dw/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Te olho nos olhos e você reclama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que te olho muito profundamente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desculpa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo que vivi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;foi profundamente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu te ensinei quem sou...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E você foi me tirando...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os espaços entre os abraços,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guarda-me apenas uma fresta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu que sempre fui livre,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não importava o que os outros dissessem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até onde posso ir para te resgatar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reclama de mim, como se houvesse a possibilidade...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De me inventar de novo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desculpa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;se te olho profundamente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rente à pele...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A ponto de ver seus ancestrais...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nos seus traços.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A ponto de ver a estrada...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muito antes dos seus passos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não vou separar as minhas vitórias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dos meus fracassos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não vou renunciar a mim;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nenhuma parte,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nenhum pedaço do meu ser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vibrante, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;errante, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sujo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;livre,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quero estar viva e permanecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te olhando profundamente."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;"ana carolina"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-7131391544905379733?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/Sgmv_Ku2xGI/AAAAAAAAAb0/0mtlMI3h7dw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-3668414890353828174</id><published>2009-05-12T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:09:15.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SgmsOCXayHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/zAka6YV_FQs/s1600-h/OgAAAK1xrYSABebSnmsqCEHnrOqMGqixHvHe1Aholx0paMP2IwsHdzSclo7XAUc0Tf16eGwkxzBQeWdagt0P4J-rCjQAm1T1UOiaf3xyNq9PqBUe8itWjb5HRVH0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334984590750304370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SgmsOCXayHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/zAka6YV_FQs/s400/OgAAAK1xrYSABebSnmsqCEHnrOqMGqixHvHe1Aholx0paMP2IwsHdzSclo7XAUc0Tf16eGwkxzBQeWdagt0P4J-rCjQAm1T1UOiaf3xyNq9PqBUe8itWjb5HRVH0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;♥A gente nasce tentando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;A gente tenta não sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;tenta fazer e não se arrepender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;tenta não magoar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;tenta não chorar por amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;tenta sempre fazer as coisas certas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;sempre pensando na consequência do ato errado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;A gente tenta beijar e sentir o calor&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que o beijo recebidoo seja apenas causa do nosso pudor,&lt;br /&gt;quando não ocorre sentimento e sim lúxuria&lt;br /&gt;e com o tempo traz sofrimento e muita gastura,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;tenta não odiar a quem fez o mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;para não tomar o veneno do nosso próprio sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;mais a gente tenta mesmo que a gente não consiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;mais desde sempre tentamos não sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;e fazer de tudo para isso não acontecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;o mínimo a ser feito é nos mudarmos por dentro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;para um dia olhar para trás na nossa obvia velhice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;com um sorriso na face, para um dia não dizer que eu não disse,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;isso acontecera se vc faz o mal a quem mais te amou um dia chorara por um desprezo que passou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Tudo na vida a uma consequência do seu ato da sua palavra , da sua destreza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;tudo que tentamos tudo que lutamos e aprendemos e ensinamos é só para não dar corda a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;tristeza e ser feliz no ato de tentar e jamais cansar de lutar e simplesmente e somente e não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mesmo importante tentar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AMAR...♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"raquel nogueira&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-3668414890353828174?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/3668414890353828174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=3668414890353828174' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/3668414890353828174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-6711956606017223321</id><published>2009-05-12T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T06:22:29.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SgmrluyvbWI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-RfvDghNDrk/s1600-h/untitled414.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334983898301427042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SgmrluyvbWI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-RfvDghNDrk/s400/untitled414.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rita lee- Doce vampiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;" Venha me beijar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Meu doce vampiroooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Ou ouuuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Na luz do luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Ãh ahãããããh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Venha sugar o calor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;De dentro do meu sangue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;vermelhoooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Tão vivo tão eterno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;veneno!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Que mata sua sede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Que me bebe quente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Como um licor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Brindando a morte e fazendo amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Meu doce vampiro Ou ouuuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;a ferida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Mas nada disso importaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Vou abrir a portaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Prá você entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Beija minha boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Ou ouuuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Ãh ahãããããh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Ou ouuuuu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Ou ouuuuuÃh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;ahãããããhÃh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/05/rita-lee-doce-vampiro-venha-me-beijar.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SgmrluyvbWI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-RfvDghNDrk/s72-c/untitled414.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-3063345570928587486</id><published>2009-04-27T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:18:34.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SfZfsX-LixI/AAAAAAAAAa8/K41jCPQQdRs/s1600-h/extreme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329552424993262354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SfZfsX-LixI/AAAAAAAAAa8/K41jCPQQdRs/s400/extreme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Extreme :(More Than Words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mais Do Que Palavras Dizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"eu te amo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não são as palavras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que quero ouvir de você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não é que eu não queira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que você diga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas se você apenas soubesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como seria fácil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mostrar-me como você se sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mais do que palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;É tudo o que você tem que fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Para tornar isso real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Daí você não precisaria dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que você me ama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque eu já saberia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que você faria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se meu coração se partisse em dois?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mais do que palavras para mostrar o que você sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que o seu amor por mim é real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que você diria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se eu jogasse aquelas palavras fora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Então você não poderia fazer coisas novas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Apenas dizendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"eu te amo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mais do que palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mais do que palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Agora que tentei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Falar com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;E fazer você entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo o que você tem que fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;É fechar seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;E só estender suas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;E me tocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me abraçar apertado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não me deixa nunca ir embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mais que palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;É tudo o que eu sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Precisei que você mostrasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Daí você não precisaria dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que me ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque eu já saberia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que você faria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se meu coração se partisse em dois?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mais do que palavras para mostrar o que você sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que o seu amor por mim é real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que você diria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se eu jogasse aquelas palavras fora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Então você não poderia fazer coisas novas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Apenas dizendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"eu te amo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mais do que palavras&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/954712769605899066-3063345570928587486?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/3063345570928587486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=3063345570928587486' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/3063345570928587486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/3063345570928587486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/04/extreme-more-than-words-mais-do-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SfZfsX-LixI/AAAAAAAAAa8/K41jCPQQdRs/s72-c/extreme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-8514972270854401515</id><published>2009-04-15T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:19:41.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SeYu7VKr0DI/AAAAAAAAAak/ZAALj4JU2CA/s1600-h/z%C3%A9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324995206241308722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SeYu7VKr0DI/AAAAAAAAAak/ZAALj4JU2CA/s320/z%C3%A9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Um velho cruza a soleira&lt;br /&gt;De botas longas de barbas longas de ouro o brilho do seu colar&lt;br /&gt;Na laje fria onde quarava sua camisa e seu alforge de caçador&lt;br /&gt;Oh meu velho e invisivél Avôhai&lt;br /&gt;Oh meu velho e indivisível Avôhai&lt;br /&gt;Neblina turva e brilhante em meu cérebro coágulos de sol&lt;br /&gt;Amanita matutina que transparente cortina ao meu redor&lt;br /&gt;Se eu disser que é meio sabido você diz que é bem pior&lt;br /&gt;E pior do que planeta quando perde o girassol&lt;br /&gt;É o têrço de brilhantes nos dedos de minha avó&lt;br /&gt;E nunca mais eu tive medo da porteira&lt;br /&gt;Nem também da companheira que nunca dormia só/Avôhai&lt;br /&gt;O brejo cruza a poeira&lt;br /&gt;De fato existe um tom mais leve na palidez desse pessoal&lt;br /&gt;Pares de olhos tão profundos que amargam as pessoas que fitar&lt;br /&gt;Mas que bebem sua vida sua alma na altura que mandar&lt;br /&gt;São os olhos são as asas/cabelos de Avôhai&lt;br /&gt;Na pedra de turmalina e no terreiro da usina eu me criei&lt;br /&gt;Voava de madrugada e na cratera condenada eu me calei&lt;br /&gt;Se eu calei foi de tristeza você cala por calar&lt;br /&gt;E calado vai ficando só fala quando eu mandar&lt;br /&gt;Rebuscando a conciência com medo de viajar&lt;br /&gt;Até o meio da cabeça do cometa&lt;br /&gt;Girando na carrapeta no jogo de improvisar&lt;br /&gt;Entre cortando eu sigo dentro a linha reta&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho a palavra certa pra doutor não reclamar&lt;br /&gt;Avôhai/Avôhai/Avôhai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-8514972270854401515?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/8514972270854401515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=8514972270854401515' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/8514972270854401515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/8514972270854401515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/04/um-velho-cruza-soleira-de-botas-longas.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SeYu7VKr0DI/AAAAAAAAAak/ZAALj4JU2CA/s72-c/z%C3%A9.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-5155666947861950700</id><published>2009-04-14T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:21:57.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SeS5V89aV6I/AAAAAAAAAac/wpHwAURw65Q/s1600-h/juventude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324584446250866594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SeS5V89aV6I/AAAAAAAAAac/wpHwAURw65Q/s400/juventude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Talvez seja meio clichê tocar nesse assunto , mais ha coisas que parecem besteiras mais são bastante interesantes&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre questões sobre a juventude de hoje em dia&lt;br /&gt;como por exemplo de só termos a cabeça nas baladas e no beijo na boca,em mais nada;&lt;br /&gt;mais porque a generalização isso não é certo , porque tenho certeza que assim como eu muitos jovens não estão satisfeitos com essa idéia sobre nós,&lt;br /&gt;escutamos bastantes por pais , avós, professores, e etc, que&lt;br /&gt;as músicas não são boas como antigamente , (é...agorah o funk ta pegando pesado mesmo rsrs)&lt;br /&gt;as baladas não são as mesmas,&lt;br /&gt;e as mulheres não são as mesmas ¬¬ e etc...&lt;br /&gt;bom, eu concordo plenamente que a música de antigamente é bilhões de vezes melhor do que as de hoje em dia , tbém é delas que nasceram as de hoje e de uma forma ou de outra sugam idéias de alguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;A juventude devido a alguns valores que aprendem por causa da moda da mídia da musicas das amizades do tempo&lt;br /&gt;produtos de um todo não é a mesma.&lt;br /&gt;Mas em todas as épocas as pessoas não foram as mesmas sempre mudando , será a coisa mais normal no mundo se futuramente se ainda esse mundo existir que lá em 3010 existam umas músicas bem piores ...Deus queira que não rsrs,&lt;br /&gt;coisas bem mais liberais , cabeças mais liberais e o pessoal de minha geração estara comentando.O que as vezes me parece que é pesado até comentar quando dizem que as mulheres são fáceis , ambiciosas e só pensam naquilo, o que dizem que é em massa mais não é ,&lt;br /&gt;é claro que parece pois nosso país é conhecido pela terra do futebol(o que não ruim), e pelo carnaval , e mulheres fáceis , como isso aconteceu?&lt;br /&gt;é óbvil que enquanto acreditarem que só isso é cultura em nosso país e é o que de mais lindo existe ¬¬ , e mostrar isso ao mundo todo que isso vai continuar para sempre e sempre será um país futil , com tantas coisas que temos mais interessantes a mostrar com tanta cultura , e etc esse quadro poderia ser diferente e talvez a imagem de todos nós brasileiros e principalmente nós mulheres seria diferente , digamos que mais orgulhoso!&lt;br /&gt;As mulheres lutaram bastante para nós hoje e elas mesmo na época usurfluirem de seu trabalho mental para convencer a todos que temos a mesma capacidade de um homem em qualquer serviço , por isso acho maxismo quando vejo um homem que aparece na televisão generalizando um todo por um só , (sim tem muita mulher fútil mesmo) assim como tem muito homem metido a playboy achando que o mundo é dele e muito homem que faz o que quer com as mulheres se achando o mais gostosão do mundo , isso é fato sempre vai existir isso tem pessoas de todos os tipos isso aconteceu a todos os anos os séculos as gerações.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não estou satisfeita com as coisas que ocorrem hoje, de comos as coisas andam, mais tbém ha coisas maravilhosas&lt;br /&gt;o mundo não acabou e tem muitas cabeças por aii pensando&lt;br /&gt;no que realmente importa, eu adimito que antigamente até o amor a gentileza de um homem para uma mulher era mais bonito , as danças as roupas as músicas que eu gosto muito eram mais inteligentes e adimito que algumas vezes me perguntei porque eu nasci nesta época rsrsrs, mais é assim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;O que muda tudo isso é educação e respeito!&lt;br /&gt;só espero que um dia quando mais velha eu não fique careca nem careta e que não julgue a um todo de uma vez só ,&lt;br /&gt;quero poder ajudar , orientar e opinar ai sim a um todo,&lt;br /&gt;(eu vejo na tv o que eles falam sobre o jovem não é sério , o jovem no Brasil nunca é levado a sério)...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;by:raquel nogueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &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/954712769605899066-5155666947861950700?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/5155666947861950700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=5155666947861950700' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/5155666947861950700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/5155666947861950700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/04/talvez-seja-meio-cliche-tocar-nesse.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SeS5V89aV6I/AAAAAAAAAac/wpHwAURw65Q/s72-c/juventude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-6648962000316818153</id><published>2009-04-13T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T06:30:07.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"como disse a meu amigo Emerson &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;em falar nele beijos te adoro meu amigo do peito "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quem sou eu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uma louca indecisa sempre buscando o que ainda nem sabe o que é,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sem nem saber quem sou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;apenas buscando o caminhar sem medo e sem pudor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-6648962000316818153?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/6648962000316818153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=6648962000316818153' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/6648962000316818153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/6648962000316818153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/04/como-disse-meu-amigo-emerson-em-falar.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-773462110759521420</id><published>2009-04-13T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:23:10.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SeOHe6GNH1I/AAAAAAAAAaE/v9wE5uG65rM/s1600-h/ggg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324248149543165778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SeOHe6GNH1I/AAAAAAAAAaE/v9wE5uG65rM/s400/ggg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AMOR -OSHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ame a Si Mesmo - Para amar é preciso conhecer. Daí que a meditação é primária e o amor, secundário. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Como o Sol irradia luz sem foco, a meditação irradia amor sem foco. Amar a si próprio é meditação, é ser autêntico, aceitar-se como é. Isso é oração, é gratidão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;O amor começa com o amor próprio, com a aceitação de si, de tudo e de todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A aceitação cria o ambiente onde o amor desabrocha. Também a confiança começa na auto-confiança, que é independência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Quem é independente, aprende, amadurece e se transforma com as mudanças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;O amor é o fenômeno mais mutante da vida: é como uma flor que se abre a cada manhã. Só os independentes podem amar e ser amados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Diante de um problema o que mais importa é saber exatamente qual é problema e não sua solução.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Uma Nova Dimensão de Amor - O amor é mais verdadeiro e autêntico do que nós.Todo caso de amor é um novo nascimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;O ego é como a escuridão, mas quando chega a luz do amor, a escuridão se vai. As escolhas devem ser pelo real, pior e doloroso e não pelo confortável, conveniente e burguês. O amor nos tira do ego, do passado e do padrão e por isso parece confusão. Ficar louco de vez em quando é necessidade básica para permanecer são. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Quando a loucura é consciente, pode-se voltar. Todos os místicos são loucos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;O amor é alquimia porque primeiro tira o ego e depois dá o centro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Amar é difícil, mas receber amor é quase impossível, porque a transformação é maior e o ego desaparece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;É o anseio pelo divino que impede que qualquer relacionamento satisfaça. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;As pessoas mais criativas são as mais insatisfeitas porque sabem que muito mais é possível e não está acontecendo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Amor 1: é orientado a um objeto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Amor 2: ele transborda, não é orientado por um objeto. É uma amizadeque enriquece a alma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amor 3: sujeito e objeto desaparecem: a pessoa é amor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-773462110759521420?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/773462110759521420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=773462110759521420' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/773462110759521420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/773462110759521420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/04/amor-osho-ame-si-mesmo-para-amar-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SeOHe6GNH1I/AAAAAAAAAaE/v9wE5uG65rM/s72-c/ggg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-6425667261524253912</id><published>2009-04-07T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T06:30:55.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gosto dos venenos os mais lentos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As bebidas as mais fortes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dos cafes mais amargos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E os delirios mais loucos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Voce pode ate me empurrar de um penhasco que eu vou dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E daí, eu adoro voar!!!&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/954712769605899066-6425667261524253912?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/6425667261524253912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=6425667261524253912' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/6425667261524253912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/6425667261524253912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/04/gosto-dos-venenos-os-mais-lentos-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-6838361576203875378</id><published>2009-04-07T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:14:48.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"CAZUZA" (Caju)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SdwFDZcCiUI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/gyOTUIE_Ppc/s1600-h/Cazuza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322134415571323202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SdwFDZcCiUI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/gyOTUIE_Ppc/s400/Cazuza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cantando a gente inventa. Inventa um romance, uma saudade, uma mentira... Cantando a gente faz história. Foi gritando que eu aprendi a cantar: sem nenhum pudor, sem pecado. Canto pra espantar os demônios, pra juntar os amigos. Pra sentir o mundo, pra seduzir a vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;""Sou ariano. E ariano não pede licença, entra, arromba a porta. Nunca tive medo de me mostrar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você pode ficar escondido em casa, protegido pelas paredes. Mas você tá vivo, e essa vida é pra se mostrar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse é o meu espetáculo. Só quem se mostra se encontra. Por mais que se perca no caminho."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sou da geração do desbunde. Nunca tive saco pra milico, desfile, gente com medo. Todo mundo ficava paralisado, mudo, anestesiado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não dava pra fingir que não tinha nada. Pra mudar alguma coisa a gente teve que gritar, se drogar, ir pra rua, enfrentar a nossa própria fraqueza. Era uma maneira de não se render. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De não ficar careca, careta."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Estou escrevendo numa tarde cinzenta, fria.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trabalho pra espantar a solidão e meus pensamentos. Perdi muito tempo com este segredo. Hoje eu assumi publicamente a doença.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dizem que gente grande faz assim. Talvez eu esteja ficando grande. Mas ainda tenho muitos medos: medo de voar, de entrar no palco, de amar, de morrer... de ser feliz. Medo de fazer análise e perder a inspiração. Ganho dinheiro cantando as minhas desgraças. Comprar uma fazenda e fazer filhos, talvez fosse uma maneira de ficar pra sempre na Terra. Porque discos arranham e quebram… as pessoas, esquecem. Amor, Cazuza."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O amor é o ridículo da vida. A gente procura nele uma pureza impossível, uma pureza que está sempre se pondo, indo embora. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A vida veio e me levou com ela. Sorte é se abandonar e aceitar essa vaga idéia de paraíso que nos persegue, bonita e breve, como as borboletas que só vivem 24 ho&lt;/span&gt;ras&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;em&gt; Morrer não dói&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-6838361576203875378?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/6838361576203875378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=6838361576203875378' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/6838361576203875378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/6838361576203875378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/04/cazuza-caju.html' title='&quot;CAZUZA&quot; (Caju)'/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SdwFDZcCiUI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/gyOTUIE_Ppc/s72-c/Cazuza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-6508014204643132963</id><published>2009-02-22T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:24:15.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SaGzQyeXksI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vTvL_7zN0Eo/s1600-h/raul+seixas.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305718937027580610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SaGzQyeXksI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vTvL_7zN0Eo/s400/raul+seixas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; **Meu cara anônimo Raimundo accioly ,primeiramente quero te agradecer pelas postagens feitas,na música a Lei de Raul seixas ,assim como eu, você adimira essa grande mente não mais existente em corpo ,mais sim no mundo dos sonhos e em nossa mente e coração =D , e que nunca nos esquecemos do quanto Raul que foi e ainda é muito importante, e claro quero agradecer a todas as pessoas com mentes brilhantes que vem em meu blog e deixam alguma mensagem a mim ou a quem ler ,palavras de amor e idéias obrigada a todos e um grande abraço "Raquel"**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"OBRIGADA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"GENTE "(RAUL SEIXAS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gente é tão louca&lt;br /&gt;E no entanto tem sempre razão&lt;br /&gt;Quando consegue um dedo&lt;br /&gt;Já não serve mais, quer a mão&lt;br /&gt;E o problema é tão fácil de perceber&lt;br /&gt;É que gente&lt;br /&gt;Gente nasceu pra querer&lt;br /&gt;Gente tá sempre querendo&lt;br /&gt;Chegar lá no alto&lt;br /&gt;Pra no fim descobrir&lt;br /&gt;Já cansado que tudo é tão chato&lt;br /&gt;Mas o engano é bem fácil de se entender&lt;br /&gt;É que gente&lt;br /&gt;Gente nasceu pra querer&lt;br /&gt;Em casa, na rua, na praia, na escola ou no bar... ah!&lt;br /&gt;Gente fingindo, escondendo seu medo de amar...oh!&lt;br /&gt;Gente é tão louca&lt;br /&gt;E no entanto tem sempre razão&lt;br /&gt;Quando consegue um dedo&lt;br /&gt;Já não serve mais, quer a mão&lt;br /&gt;E o problema é tão fácil de perceber&lt;br /&gt;É que gente&lt;br /&gt;Gente nasceu pra querer, ok, gente, gente&lt;br /&gt;Em casa, na rua, na praia, na escola ou no bar... ah!&lt;br /&gt;Gente fingindo, escondendo seu medo de amar...oh!&lt;br /&gt;Gente é tão louca&lt;br /&gt;E no entanto tem sempre razão&lt;br /&gt;Quando consegue um dedo&lt;br /&gt;Já não serve mais, quer a mão&lt;br /&gt;E o problema é tão fácil de perceber&lt;br /&gt;É que gente&lt;br /&gt;Gente nasceu pra querer&lt;br /&gt;É que gente&lt;br /&gt;Gente nasceu pra querer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-6508014204643132963?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/6508014204643132963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=6508014204643132963' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/6508014204643132963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/6508014204643132963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/02/meu-cara-anonimo-raimundo-accioly.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SaGzQyeXksI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/vTvL_7zN0Eo/s72-c/raul+seixas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-8313355349630165731</id><published>2009-02-13T09:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:19:35.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SZWqJqPTkGI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ZwMIHqnP6Ng/s1600-h/cachoeira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302331219232657506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SZWqJqPTkGI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ZwMIHqnP6Ng/s400/cachoeira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;s2 &lt;/span&gt;Como as folhas, como o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Até onde vai dar o firmamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Toda hora enquanto é tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vivo aqui neste momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Hoje aqui, amanhã não se sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vivo agora antes que o dia acabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Neste instante, nunca é tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Mal começou e eu já estou com saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me abraça,  me aceitaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me aceita assim meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me abraça, me beijaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me aceita assim como eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me deixa ser o que for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Como as ondas com a maré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Até onde não vai dar mais pé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Este instante tal qual é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vivo aqui e seja o que Deus quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Hoje aqui não importa pra onde vamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vivo agora, não tenho outros planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;É tão fácil viver sonhando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enquanto isso a vida vai passando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me abraça,  me aceita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me aceita assim meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me abraça, me beija&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me aceita assim como eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me deixa ser o que for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me abraça,  me aceita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me aceita assim meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me abraça, me beija&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me aceita assim como eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me deixa ser o que for  ....  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href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/02/s2-como-as-folhas-como-o-vento-ate-onde.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SZWqJqPTkGI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ZwMIHqnP6Ng/s72-c/cachoeira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-7509012564021880436</id><published>2009-02-08T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T06:31:52.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SY-e-41y9eI/AAAAAAAAAZU/N98sTdtSWnM/s1600-h/ghhhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300630089685464546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SY-e-41y9eI/AAAAAAAAAZU/N98sTdtSWnM/s400/ghhhh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;"Antes de dormir ainda quero escutar aquela nossa musica&lt;br /&gt;que ficou marcada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;antes de dormir vou fumar um cigarro na maior tranquilidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;antes de dormir vou abrir a janela e olhar as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;antes de dormir eu vou te telefonar e dizer o tanto que te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;antes de dormir quero assistir um filme de amor e lembrar de tudo que passamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;antes de dormir vou escrever cartas e cartas pra ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;E só depois então nos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;sonhar com tudo que vivemos com as histórias que contamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;e com as promessas que fizemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;sem querer acordar , mais os olhos se abriram e me pus a chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;porque tudo não havia passado de um sonho !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Raquel nogueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-7509012564021880436?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/7509012564021880436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=7509012564021880436' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/7509012564021880436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/7509012564021880436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/02/antes-de-dormir-ainda-quero-escutar.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SY-e-41y9eI/AAAAAAAAAZU/N98sTdtSWnM/s72-c/ghhhh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-8771642680060399161</id><published>2009-01-30T09:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T09:49:20.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SYM9e-yYvZI/AAAAAAAAAXw/zOK6VErKF58/s1600-h/raul_seixas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297145189177539986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SYM9e-yYvZI/AAAAAAAAAXw/zOK6VErKF58/s400/raul_seixas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;todo homem tem direito de pensar o que quiser &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;todo homem tem direito de amar a quem quiser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;todo homem tem direito de viver como quiser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;todo homem tem direito de morrer quando quiser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;direito de viver, viajar sem passaporte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;direito de pensar, de dizer e de escrever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;direito de viver pela sua propria lei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;direito de amar, como e com quem ele quiser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;viva a sociedade alternativa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a lei do forte. esta é a nossa lei e a alegria do mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;faze o que tu queres há de ser tudo da lei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;faze isso e nenhum outro dira nao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pois não existe deus senão o homem todo homem tem direito de viver a não ser pela sua propria lei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;da maneira que ele quer viver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de trabalhar como quiser e quando quiser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de brincar como quiser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;todo homem tem direito de descansar como ele quiser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de morrer como ele quiser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;todo homem tem direito de amar como ele quiser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de beber o que ele quiser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de viver aonde quiser de mover-se pela face do planeta livremente, sem passaporte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque o planeta é dele. o planeta é nosso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;todo homem tem direito de pensar o que ele quiser. de escrever o que quiser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de desenhar, de pintar, de cantar, de compor o que ele quiser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;todo homem tem direito de vestir-se da maniera que ele quiser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o homem tem direito de amar como ele quiser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tomai a vossa sede de amor como quiseres, e com quem quiser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e ha de ser tudo da lei &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e o homem... tem direito de matar todos aqueles que quereriam contrariar esses direitos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;amor é a lei, mas o amor sob vontade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;os escravos servirão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;VIVA A SOCIEDADE ALTERNATIVA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-8771642680060399161?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/8771642680060399161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=8771642680060399161' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/8771642680060399161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/8771642680060399161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/01/todo-homem-tem-direito-de-pensar-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SYM9e-yYvZI/AAAAAAAAAXw/zOK6VErKF58/s72-c/raul_seixas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-4096732939677766505</id><published>2009-01-29T19:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:29:36.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SYJy8AHj_lI/AAAAAAAAAXk/jgo8B6cqy5Q/s1600-h/4588beijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296922486890561106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SYJy8AHj_lI/AAAAAAAAAXk/jgo8B6cqy5Q/s400/4588beijo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há certas horas, em que não precisamos de um Amor...&lt;br /&gt;Não precisamos da paixão desmedida...&lt;br /&gt;Não queremos beijo na boca...&lt;br /&gt;E nem corpos a se encontrar na maciez de uma cama...&lt;br /&gt;Há certas horas, que só queremos a mão no ombro, o abraço apertado ou mesmo o estar ali, quietinho, ao lado...&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada dizer..&lt;br /&gt;.Há certas horas, quando sentimos que estamos pra chorar, que desejamos uma presença amiga, a nos ouvir paciente, a brincar com a gente, a nos fazer sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que ria de nossas piadas sem graça...&lt;br /&gt;Que ache nossas tristezas as maiores do mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Que nos teça elogios sem fim...&lt;br /&gt;E que apesar de todas essas mentiras úteis, nos seja de uma sinceridadeinquestionável...&lt;br /&gt;Que nos mande calar a boca ou nos evite um gesto impensado...&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que nos possa dizer:Acho que você está errado, mas estou do seu lado...&lt;br /&gt;Ou alguém que apenas&lt;br /&gt;diga:Sou seu amor!&lt;br /&gt;E estou Aqui!&lt;br /&gt;willian shakespeare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-4096732939677766505?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/4096732939677766505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=4096732939677766505' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/4096732939677766505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/4096732939677766505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/01/ha-certas-horas-em-que-nao-precisamos_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SYJy8AHj_lI/AAAAAAAAAXk/jgo8B6cqy5Q/s72-c/4588beijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-54983166956021985</id><published>2009-01-27T07:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:34:16.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Essa noite eu tive um sonho bem estranho , sonhei que havia falecido e que não me dava conta meu espirito continuava vivendo mais meu corpo ja estava enterrado eu me sentia viva  , ninguém me via eu falava com todos e pensava que ninguém respondia porque estavam surdos, não me dava conta do que estava acontecendo , até que via minha mãe chorando ao telefone dizendo que ia tentar ser forte e eu perguntava o que esta acontecendo mãe fala pra mim e ela não respondia só chorava e até que ela disse a pessoa do tel sobre mim , sobre minha morte e eu me dava conta de tudo que estava acontecendo e me dava conta do porque ninguém estava falando comigo eu parecia invisivel , e saia correndo pro meu quarto , e me dava conta de tudo que havia perdido as pessoas , as coisas mais importantes da vida me dei conta que nunca havia dado o devido valor e queria voltar mais sabia que não poderia ...e chorei muito ao acordar desse sonho senti uma sensação totalmente estranha  ao mesmo tempo que me senti feliz por estar viva acordei triste com medo da morte e com a sensação de querer viver mais e mais e aproveitar cada dia como se fosse o ultimo de minha vida e dar valor ao que sempre tive , sensação de querer falar coisas bonitas a quem amo e abraça-las , foi bom esse sonho acho até que me mudou de certa forma era bom que muitos sonhassem com isso eu senti o que é perder tudo e o que é despertar de um pesadelo e descobrir que não tenho riquezas materias mais tenho riqueza de amor de vida ...e agradeço todos os dias por ser quem sou por ter saúde e por ter uma familia maravilhosa amigos maravilhosos e ter o coração pulsando pulsando meu peito não apenas pulsando meu sangue,foi muito bom .!"&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/954712769605899066-54983166956021985?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/54983166956021985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=54983166956021985' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/54983166956021985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/54983166956021985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2009/01/essa-noite-eu-tive-um-sonho-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-7051117790633002102</id><published>2008-12-27T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T08:00:22.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"LEGIÃO URBANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PERFEIÇÃO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SVZOpoZXWrI/AAAAAAAAAV0/m4VGkwLCmKQ/s1600-h/margaridas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284497689891265202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SVZOpoZXWrI/AAAAAAAAAV0/m4VGkwLCmKQ/s320/margaridas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos celebrar a estupidez humana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A estupidez de todas as nações&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O meu país e sua corja de assassinos Covardes, estupradores e ladrões&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos celebrar a estupidez do povo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nossa polícia e televisão Vamos celebrar nosso governo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nosso Estado, que não é nação Celebrar a juventude sem escola &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As crianças mortas Celebrar nossa desunião&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Vamos celebrar Eros e Thanatos Persephone e Hades&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Vamos celebrar nossa tristeza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos celebrar nossa vaidade. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos comemorar como idiotasA cada fevereiro e feriado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos os mortos nas estradas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os mortos por falta de hospitais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos celebrar nossa justiça A ganância e a difamação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos celebrar os preconceitos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O voto dos analfabetos, Comemorar a água podre E todos os impostos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queimadas, mentiras e seqüestros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nosso castelo de cartas marcadas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O trabalho escravoNosso pequeno universo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toda hipocrisia e toda afetação Todo roubo e toda a indiferença&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos celebrar epidemias:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É a festa da torcida campeã. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos celebrar a fome não se&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; ter a quem ouvir &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não se ter a quem amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos alimentar o que é maldade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos machucar um coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos celebrar nossa bandeira Nosso passado de absurdos gloriosos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo o que é gratuito e feio Tudo que é normal &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos cantar juntos o Hino Nacional(A lágrima é verdadeira)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos celebrar nossa saudade E comemorar a nossa solidão. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos festejar a inveja A intolerância e a incompreensão &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos festejar a violência E esquecer a nossa gente &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que trabalhou honestamente a vida inteira E agora não tem mais direito a nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos celebrar a aberração De toda a nossa falta de bom senso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nosso descaso por educação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Vamos celebrar o horror De tudo isso - com festa, velório e caixão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Está tudo morto e enterrado agora &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já que também podemos celebrar A estupidez de quem cantou esta canção. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Venha, meu coração está com pressa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando a esperança está dispersa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só a verdade me liberta &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chega de maldade e ilusão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Venha, o amor tem sempre a porta aberta &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E vem chegando a primavera -Nosso futuro recomeça:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Venha, que o que vem é perfeição&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-7051117790633002102?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/7051117790633002102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=7051117790633002102' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/7051117790633002102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/7051117790633002102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2008/12/legio-urbana-perfeio-vamos-celebrar.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SVZOpoZXWrI/AAAAAAAAAV0/m4VGkwLCmKQ/s72-c/margaridas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-5999505275795083311</id><published>2008-12-16T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:12:18.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SUfu2RfiRmI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Fs5xleNq3TQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280451704291214946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SUfu2RfiRmI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Fs5xleNq3TQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;SEmpre me pergunta mais qual é a razão da minha história&lt;br /&gt;O tempo soa calado e o vento sopra forte ,&lt;br /&gt;e aos ventos eu me movimento&lt;br /&gt;eu fecho meus olhos eu sinto a leve brisa tocar meu cabelo&lt;br /&gt;meus pelos se arrepia e deito no meu leito , eu vivo a vida pensando ja ter feito aquilo que devia ser feito&lt;br /&gt;pensamos todos na mesma coisa em fazer bem feito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A vida gira e gira e sempre para nos mesmo lugar ,não tente sair ,daqui você não vai escapar&lt;br /&gt;A vida gira egira e sempre para no mesmo lugar&lt;br /&gt;não pense em mudar o destino , o destino que vai te mudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Eu ano em passos longos tentando alcançar o destino&lt;br /&gt;e eu nem o conheço, no meio do caminho a espinhos , eu ando eu ando e paro no mesmo lugar , não sei se a caminho a seguir não tem ninguém a me guiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A felicidade me espera, será que ela me espera?&lt;br /&gt;ou se encontra calada no meio ao nada&lt;br /&gt;será que ja a encontrei e não vi&lt;br /&gt;ou ela esta chorando no caminho em que eu não segui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A vida gira e gira e sempre para nos mesmo lugar ,não tente sair ,daqui você não vai escapar&lt;br /&gt;A vida gira e gira e sempre para no mesmo lugar&lt;br /&gt;não pense em mudar o destino , o destino que vai te mudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A vida é um circulo&lt;br /&gt;roda e roda e para no mesmo lugar&lt;br /&gt;não tente sair daqui não tente escapar&lt;br /&gt;eu sempre ando em passos longos e leves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;E eu não entendo&lt;br /&gt;Pra que qual a razão&lt;br /&gt;Porque que eu tenho que deitar no meu leito&lt;br /&gt;e dormir sucegado&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não sei bem direito porque sou obrigado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RAQUEL NOGUEIRA&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/954712769605899066-5999505275795083311?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/5999505275795083311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=5999505275795083311' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/5999505275795083311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/5999505275795083311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2008/12/sempre-me-pergunta-mais-qual-razo-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"resposta"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Porque esse aperto em meu peito&lt;br /&gt;porque essa respiração ofegante&lt;br /&gt;e esse corpo pesado&lt;br /&gt;pra que esse copo gelado na minha mesa&lt;br /&gt;pra que esse pensamento profundo em minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;essa idéia de me acabar nesse mundo&lt;br /&gt;esse pensamento impuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Pra que esses passos leves , na ponta do dedo&lt;br /&gt;e essas palavras em frente ao espelho&lt;br /&gt;e essa gota gelada e amarga de lágrima nos meus lábios&lt;br /&gt;porque meu pulso não pulsa mais como meu peito&lt;br /&gt;fiquei deitada em meu leito esperando o trem chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Porque essas perguntas que não sei responder&lt;br /&gt;porque ainda quero me esconder na solidão e acabar com meu coração sem mais pensar&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo é baseado a você&lt;br /&gt;eu só penso em você e só quero você&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse meu céu meu mar e as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;esse tabu que quebrei contra nós&lt;br /&gt;contra opiniões alheias&lt;br /&gt;contra Deus&lt;br /&gt;contra a mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Senti um vento quente em meu corpo finalmente&lt;br /&gt;a chuva ardia em minha face&lt;br /&gt;parecia que foram feitas pra mim&lt;br /&gt;praquele momento que me descobri mulher&lt;br /&gt;descobri que somos tudo amor&lt;br /&gt;e enquanto minha pele meu sangue vibra e sente&lt;br /&gt;vivo estamos&lt;br /&gt;me sinto crescer&lt;br /&gt;e meu corpo ardendo&lt;br /&gt;prazer lidamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Somos a resposta de todas as perguntas&lt;br /&gt;e juntos na mesma situação&lt;br /&gt;respondemos a todas as questões coisas do coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;(RAQUEL NOGUEIRA)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-2932099670068394572?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/2932099670068394572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=2932099670068394572' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/2932099670068394572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/2932099670068394572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2008/12/resposta-porque-esse-aperto-em-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SUG5NythgHI/AAAAAAAAARY/QkjD36np0r4/s72-c/%3B%C3%A7%C3%A7%C3%A7p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-8413960989625243086</id><published>2008-12-09T14:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:38:06.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/ST7zPI1ki0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/l6BTD-lafys/s1600-h/slodskld.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277923254720564034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/ST7zPI1ki0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/l6BTD-lafys/s320/slodskld.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nenhum de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Camlia,camila)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Depois da última noite de festa&lt;br /&gt;Chorando e esperando amanhecer, amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;As coisas aconteciam com alguma explicação&lt;br /&gt;Com alguma explicação&lt;br /&gt;Depois da última noite de chuva&lt;br /&gt;Chorando e esperando amanhecer, amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes peço a ele que vá embora&lt;br /&gt;Que vá embora...oh...&lt;br /&gt;Camila, Camila, Camila&lt;br /&gt;Eu que tenho medo até de suas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Mas o ódio cega e você não percebe&lt;br /&gt;Mas o ódio cega&lt;br /&gt;E eu que tenho medo até do seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Mas o ódio cega e você não percebe&lt;br /&gt;Mas o ódio cega&lt;br /&gt;A lembrança do silêncio daquelas tardes&lt;br /&gt;Daquelas tardes&lt;br /&gt;A vergonha do espelho naquelas marcas&lt;br /&gt;Naquelas marcas&lt;br /&gt;Havia algo de insano naqueles olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Olhos insanos&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos que passavam o dia a me vigiar, a me vigiar...oh...&lt;br /&gt;Camila, Camila, Camila&lt;br /&gt;Camila, Camila, Camila&lt;br /&gt;E eu que tinha apenas 17 anos&lt;br /&gt;Baixava a minha cabeça pra tudo&lt;br /&gt;Era assim que as coisas aconteciam&lt;br /&gt;Era assim que eu via tudo acontecer&lt;br /&gt;E eu que tinha apenas 17 anos&lt;br /&gt;Baixava minha cabeça pra tudo&lt;br /&gt;Era assim que as coisas aconteciam&lt;br /&gt;Era assim que eu via tudo acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Camila, Camila, Camila&lt;br /&gt;Camila, Camila, Camila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-8413960989625243086?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/ST7zPI1ki0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/l6BTD-lafys/s72-c/slodskld.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-1571426531618183182</id><published>2008-12-02T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:25:02.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/STXCZ7mFoWI/AAAAAAAAAP4/RDqn9ZTD0-w/s1600-h/maos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275336289284366690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/STXCZ7mFoWI/AAAAAAAAAP4/RDqn9ZTD0-w/s320/maos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que mundo é esse em que vivemos em que se preoculpam mais no final da novela do que no final daquela história do jornal&lt;br /&gt;Esse mundo onde a vingança é honra em vez de tentar seguir adiante , para buscar um lovo lugar ao sol,&lt;br /&gt;esse mundo que não questiona o porque das coisas e sim o porque de "Nada dar certo pra mim"nosso egoísmo nos leva além de nós mesmos o que vale é nosso sangue que ainda corre em nossas veias se o temos está tudo certo se alguém o precisa pensamos "Alguém te que ajudar"&lt;br /&gt;porque não nós mesmos?&lt;br /&gt;Que mundo é esse que muitas vezes reclamamos o que tem a mesa e muitos não tem nem a mesa,em que reclamamos de nossas roupas,da nossa casa de nossa vida e muitos estão prestes a perder a sua e dão mais valor as coisas e ainda a familia mesmo estando em cima de uma cama precisando de força .&lt;br /&gt;Que mundo é esse que em vez de sermos felizes fazendo o que queremos ,fazendo o que sentimos o que nosso coração quer , nos precoculpamos no que o vizinho vai achar e nos esquecemos de quem somos&lt;br /&gt;o centro do NOSSO universo&lt;br /&gt;a peça principal ,ninguém pode mexer nela apenas nós mesmos&lt;br /&gt;e muitos vivem em uma grande mentira no" tradicional"&lt;br /&gt;porque assim&lt;br /&gt;"ninguém comenta"&lt;br /&gt;Que mundo é esse que em vez de fazermos alguém sorrir é mais facil fazer esse mesmo alguém chorar,esse mundo em que o amor é consequência e não ato é facil fazer alguém te amar , o dificil é amar o mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;O amor salva o mundo ,&lt;br /&gt;tem gente que não sabe amar&lt;br /&gt;o Amor ao próximo é a resposta&lt;br /&gt;Esse mundo em que um ombro amigo esta mais caro&lt;br /&gt;pra ele ,não há tempo a perder,&lt;br /&gt;É UM PENA&lt;br /&gt;esse mundo que se jugas tão importante que se esqueçe&lt;br /&gt;do que tem por dentro ...que se esqueçe daonde veio&lt;br /&gt;e com quem?&lt;br /&gt;que julgas até quem te acolhes e te dá amor&lt;br /&gt;esse mundo em que o dinheiro vence qualquer expectativa de um ser por um mundo menos cego&lt;br /&gt;mais amplo e unico um mundo melhor&lt;br /&gt;...é triste mais a mudança vem de nós mesmos é começando por nós que todas as lágrimas vão se apagar ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que não haverá mais motivos pra elas ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que todas as duvidas e questão infundadas irão desaparecer ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o preconceito,a desunião, a hipocrisia, começando por nossas opiniões , tentando muda-las pra melhor , plo menos as pessoas a sua volta não serão as mesmas e vc e eu e todas as pessoas que amam e se amam sentirão na pele o que é viver num jardim imenso de rosas ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;RAQUEL NOGUEIRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-1571426531618183182?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/1571426531618183182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=1571426531618183182' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/1571426531618183182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/1571426531618183182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2008/12/que-mundo-esse-em-que-vivemos-em-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/STXCZ7mFoWI/AAAAAAAAAP4/RDqn9ZTD0-w/s72-c/maos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-8902976984053021644</id><published>2008-12-02T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:16:39.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/STXAPW81eRI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6FOMw5FBVrE/s1600-h/cidade_dos_anjos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275333908625717522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/STXAPW81eRI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6FOMw5FBVrE/s320/cidade_dos_anjos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu desistiria da eternidade para tocá-la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois eu sei que você me sente de alguma maneira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você é o mais perto do céu que eu vou chegar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu não quero ir para casa agora&lt;br /&gt;E tudo que eu sinto é este momento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tudo que eu respiro é a sua vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque mais cedo ou mais tarde isso irá acabar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu só não quero sentir a sua falta essa noite&lt;br /&gt;E eu não quero que o mundo me veja&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu não acho que eles entenderiam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto tudo é feito para ser destruído&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu só quero que você saiba quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;E você não pode lutar contra as lágrimas que não estão vindo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou o momento da verdade em suas mentiras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando tudo parece como nos filmes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É, você sangra só para saber que está vivo&lt;br /&gt;E eu não quero que o mundo me veja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque eu não acho que eles entenderiam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto tudo é feito para ser destruído&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu só quero que você saiba quem eu sou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu só quero que você saiba quem eu sou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu só quero que você saiba quem eu sou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu só quero que você saiba quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eu sou!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-8902976984053021644?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/8902976984053021644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=8902976984053021644' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/8902976984053021644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/8902976984053021644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-eu-desistiria-da-eternidade-para-toc.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/STXAPW81eRI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6FOMw5FBVrE/s72-c/cidade_dos_anjos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-6588971306258588345</id><published>2008-11-28T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T16:26:32.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/STCL5EE3ukI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Ltye_ytpqSs/s1600-h/1193626375_eahora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273868976113826370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/STCL5EE3ukI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Ltye_ytpqSs/s320/1193626375_eahora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; TE AMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Em meio a tantas pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Há tantos risos&lt;br /&gt;Há tantas histórias&lt;br /&gt;Há tantos abraços&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu queria estar&lt;br /&gt;queria sentir e viver cada momento&lt;br /&gt;Sem ligar para o tempo&lt;br /&gt;é ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;sentir seus beijos seus abraços&lt;br /&gt;Te conheçer a cada pedaço&lt;br /&gt;poder invadir seu espaço&lt;br /&gt;Deixando-te invadir o meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero saber de você de cor&lt;br /&gt;Sua cor preferida&lt;br /&gt;Suas musicas&lt;br /&gt;Suas críticas e idéias&lt;br /&gt;Sua visão deste mundo&lt;br /&gt;queria poder entrar em sua mente&lt;br /&gt;como podes ser tão puro?&lt;br /&gt;pois sei que és&lt;br /&gt;Que amor é esse que me mata&lt;br /&gt;que me alimenta que me satisfaz&lt;br /&gt;a todo meu ser&lt;br /&gt;É tão forte, dá vontade de tira-lo de mim&lt;br /&gt;mais sou fraca diante dele&lt;br /&gt;é tão louco que mataria sem ligar&lt;br /&gt;só pra te ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão louco que te abraçaria durante longos minutos&lt;br /&gt;num momento seu de tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;tentando apagar como se fosse um fogo ardendo&lt;br /&gt;em sua pele e roubando a cada passo de sucego de seu corpo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo sem você saber&lt;br /&gt;Te olho sem você nem perceber&lt;br /&gt;Mais é aqui dentro que você vive feliz&lt;br /&gt;e você nem sabe,nem posso dizer&lt;br /&gt;pois meus dias estão acabando&lt;br /&gt;essa doença está me matando&lt;br /&gt;mais hoje estou satisfeita em te ver&lt;br /&gt;que morro aqui agora aos poucos sem nenhum sufoco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus,vou embora,amor ardio amor tirano;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre estive em seus sonhos você me chamava&lt;br /&gt;e a cá estou,&lt;br /&gt;mais partindo com algo bom vivendo em mim,&lt;br /&gt;não vou te deixar sem você saber que alguém te amou tanto ,mais que seu próprio eu,&lt;br /&gt;Em cima de seu livro de poesias em que lia e sonhava lhe deixo uma rosa,&lt;br /&gt;uma lágrima&lt;br /&gt;e um simples mais tão sincera&lt;br /&gt;palavra de um amor tão avassalador e insurrecedor um simples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TE AMO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Raquel Nogueira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-6588971306258588345?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/6588971306258588345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=6588971306258588345' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/6588971306258588345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/6588971306258588345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2008/11/te-amo-em-meio-tantas-pessoas-h-tantos.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/STCL5EE3ukI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Ltye_ytpqSs/s72-c/1193626375_eahora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-2417230502263405603</id><published>2008-11-26T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T06:32:58.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273103293960310642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SS3TgfxyT3I/AAAAAAAAAOA/ADGeHtI9eCI/s200/raulseixas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Raul seixas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você alguma vez se perguntou porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Faz sempre aquelas mesmas coisas sem gostar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas você faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sem saber porquê Você faz ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e a vida é curta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por quê deixar que o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lhe acorrente os pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finge que é normal estar insatisfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Será direito, o que você faz com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por quê você faz isso porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Detesta o patrão no emprego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sem ver que o patrão sempre esteve em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e dorme com a esposa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por quem já não sente amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Será que é medo Porque ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você faz isso com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por quê você não para um pouco de fingir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e rasga esse uniforme que você não quer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas você não quer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prefere dormir e não vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque você faz isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porquê &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;será que é medo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque você faz isso com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;RAul seixas não era punk como muitos pensavam e pensam , pensam até por causa de suas musicas A lei , e sociedade alternativa entre outras , mais na verdade ele tinha instinto hippie ele dizia e se sentia assim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;essa musica que coloquei aqui "você" é linda ela expressa alguns momentos em que passamos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu me senti assim perguntando a alguém o porque, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tbém ja me senti assim porque agi assim , quem nunca se sentiu ? quem não concorda com isso?...acontece na vida da gente e nem nos damos conta e eu pergunto porque,aguentamos coisas que é obvio , como se fossemos obrigados e porque vivemos muitas vezes a vida que não queremos? é dificil responder ,mais sempre temos a resposta&lt;br /&gt;Raul seixas era utópico , sonhava com a "sociedade alternativa"nunca conseguiu vivê-la. Ou talvez tenha conseguido na base do álcool. Seus fãs idem. Todos cantam suas letras como se fossem um hino, porém nenhum segue suas leis, cada um se adequa a nossa sociedade. E a nossa sociedade é uma sociedade careta como sempre foi. Por mais que o tempo passe.&lt;br /&gt;e isso porque?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-2417230502263405603?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/2417230502263405603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=2417230502263405603' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/2417230502263405603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/2417230502263405603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2008/11/raul-seixas-voc-voc-alguma-vez-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SS3TgfxyT3I/AAAAAAAAAOA/ADGeHtI9eCI/s72-c/raulseixas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954712769605899066.post-5946019712349302064</id><published>2008-11-25T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:33:29.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SSxtkcVh7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ETlBswOYv4I/s1600-h/menina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272709736593222850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SSxtkcVh7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ETlBswOYv4I/s320/menina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;                                                                          o bem e o mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;                                    Suspirei em largos prantos e prazos por ti&lt;br /&gt;deslizei meus pontos fracos em sua mente&lt;br /&gt;difamei os meus mais profundos sentimentos em público,deixei a todos doente,&lt;br /&gt;te disse os meus sonhos mais longos ,te beijei e suspirei em longas frações de segundos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te ensinei a vida o bem e o mal,&lt;br /&gt;o que me aconteçeu não foi normal,&lt;br /&gt;dividi tudo com você alegria a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;a saúde a doença te levei ao altar&lt;br /&gt;daí fiz suas vontades mais reprimidas me sinto em um filme que cujo roteiro&lt;br /&gt;é um filme de amor terror,comédia amor&lt;br /&gt;coisas indecididas,me senti a muito tempo num clipe de rock em que o amor é loucura&lt;br /&gt;de alegria e gastura nostalgia e quentura,&lt;br /&gt;instiguei estiquei longos tempos só pra te ter,&lt;br /&gt;até deixei de viver sem estar com você,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiz tudo por você eu vivo por você eu grito por você eu minto por você eu sinto você eu só quero te ter ,&lt;br /&gt;te mostrei os caminhos mais lindos e curtos a loucura,&lt;br /&gt;te desenhei fiz um quadro de você te pintei e bordei e pintei e bordei com você,&lt;br /&gt;te ensinei a olhar com olhos sedutores de mulher fatal não há nada que não te ensinei do bem e do mal pois sou imortal e nada me aflita,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te ensinei a sentar a mesa a ser realeza em você fiz beleza&lt;br /&gt;minha diva minha Deusa amar é grandeza&lt;br /&gt;amor com grande vontade&lt;br /&gt;te fiz amor te tenho amor o mais puro&lt;br /&gt;você é perfeição te fiz perfeição&lt;br /&gt;de minha toda intenção,&lt;br /&gt;mais te prometi o mundo,ja lhe buscarei&lt;br /&gt;e me ensine o que aprender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando nos palcos da vida pisar,só de luzes viverá,depois venha ao meu leito estára tudo feito&lt;br /&gt;a dor saíra do meu peito e não tará mais jeito&lt;br /&gt;quero morrer em seus braços de seu príncipe&lt;br /&gt;a minha obra ,nunca te abandonarei!!!&lt;br /&gt;  te amo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Raquel nogueira (kelh rose)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/954712769605899066-5946019712349302064?l=omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/feeds/5946019712349302064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=954712769605899066&amp;postID=5946019712349302064' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/5946019712349302064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/954712769605899066/posts/default/5946019712349302064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodesofiaseriaomeumundotbm.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-bem-e-o-mal-suspirei-em-largos_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel nogueira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782540947177053717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EqYqZ_5UCJk/SSxtkcVh7MI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ETlBswOYv4I/s72-c/menina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
