<?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-6415349332148463620</id><updated>2011-12-03T01:11:06.334-03:00</updated><category term='Just it.'/><category term='autor desconhecido. =)'/><category term='foto'/><category term='não há de ser nada.'/><category term='O teatro mágico faz isso comigo.'/><category term='s2'/><category term='*mana'/><category term='*anitelli'/><category term='juh lohman'/><category term='One real history'/><title type='text'>Vou a qualquer lugar, desde que seja em frente.</title><subtitle type='html'>"Nunca ninguém sabe,
Nunca ninguém sabe se estou louco 
para rir ou para chorar
(...)
A vida é louca, o mundo é triste:
vale a pena matar-se por isso?
Nem por ninguém!
Só se deve morrer de puro amor!"

(Mário Quintana)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-8745518680151361819</id><published>2011-12-03T01:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T01:11:06.341-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Será mesmo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oEdouoMA9CQ/TtmgqdnlK1I/AAAAAAAAAcA/SnCLRwpb8JY/s1600/AlessandraAmbrosio_photoshoot8322%2528celebstars%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oEdouoMA9CQ/TtmgqdnlK1I/AAAAAAAAAcA/SnCLRwpb8JY/s320/AlessandraAmbrosio_photoshoot8322%2528celebstars%2529.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;‎"Se não fosse &lt;i&gt;amor&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;não haveria planos, nem vontades, nem ciúmes, nem coração magoado&lt;/b&gt;. Se não fosse &lt;i&gt;amor&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;não haveria desejo, nem o medo da solidão&lt;/b&gt;. Se não fosse &lt;i&gt;amor&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;não haveria saudade&lt;/b&gt;, nem o meu pensamento o tempo todo em você.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se não fosse &lt;i&gt;amor&lt;/i&gt; eu já teria desistido de nós.&lt;/b&gt;"&amp;nbsp; Caio F A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-8745518680151361819?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8745518680151361819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=8745518680151361819' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/8745518680151361819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/8745518680151361819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2011/12/sera-mesmo.html' title='Será mesmo?'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oEdouoMA9CQ/TtmgqdnlK1I/AAAAAAAAAcA/SnCLRwpb8JY/s72-c/AlessandraAmbrosio_photoshoot8322%2528celebstars%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-3181512496181323709</id><published>2011-11-29T21:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T00:09:13.051-03:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oMvYaJAAtHw/TtV5Fr97TdI/AAAAAAAAAb4/f1ge2ie2sZA/s1600/adii.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oMvYaJAAtHw/TtV5Fr97TdI/AAAAAAAAAb4/f1ge2ie2sZA/s320/adii.bmp" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Se me perguntassem hoje, o que anda em meus pensamentos... &lt;br /&gt;Eu diria que a vontade que tudo tivesse sido diferente. &lt;br /&gt;Se me perguntassem hoje, se eu me arrependo de algo...&lt;br /&gt;Diria que NÃO, um não assim, enorme, pois nada - nem mesmo você-&lt;br /&gt;valeria o que eu senti ali, se eu não tivesse feito algo que eu tanto quis...&lt;br /&gt;Se me perguntassem hoje, onde eu gostaria de estar...&lt;br /&gt;Eu diria que ao seu lado, fazendo qualquer coisa pequena que fosse.&lt;br /&gt;Se me perguntassem hoje, o que eu quero agora...&lt;br /&gt;Aí, eu diria que já não sei mais, porque preciso querer o que vale a pena.&lt;br /&gt;E nem sempre, o que vale a pena, é aquilo que queremos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;É horrível ter que se afastar, quando na verdade tudo o que você queria era estar perto.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-3181512496181323709?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3181512496181323709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=3181512496181323709' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/3181512496181323709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/3181512496181323709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2011/11/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oMvYaJAAtHw/TtV5Fr97TdI/AAAAAAAAAb4/f1ge2ie2sZA/s72-c/adii.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-3441651316398613139</id><published>2011-11-14T01:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T01:49:33.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'>vagalume</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_CgpXLC0zw/TsCdHXKvaEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/U37pA4eZ1c8/s1600/idsa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_CgpXLC0zw/TsCdHXKvaEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/U37pA4eZ1c8/s320/idsa.jpg" width="275" /&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;"Pra temperar os sonhos e curar as febres..."&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;/teatromagico &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-3441651316398613139?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3441651316398613139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=3441651316398613139' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/3441651316398613139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/3441651316398613139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2011/11/vagalume.html' title='vagalume'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_CgpXLC0zw/TsCdHXKvaEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/U37pA4eZ1c8/s72-c/idsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-4618404104066912030</id><published>2011-11-12T01:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T01:31:21.007-03:00</updated><title type='text'>//o</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HNTsgoxzlGk/Tr31izYgx6I/AAAAAAAAAbo/NXwyzSBHiVw/s1600/Taylor%252BSwift%252BTaylor%252BGorgeous%252BD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HNTsgoxzlGk/Tr31izYgx6I/AAAAAAAAAbo/NXwyzSBHiVw/s320/Taylor%252BSwift%252BTaylor%252BGorgeous%252BD.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;"Às vezes é preciso dormir, dormir muito.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não pra fugir&lt;/b&gt;, mas pra &lt;u&gt;descansar a alma dos sentimentos&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marladequeiroz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-4618404104066912030?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4618404104066912030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=4618404104066912030' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/4618404104066912030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/4618404104066912030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2011/11/o.html' title='//o'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HNTsgoxzlGk/Tr31izYgx6I/AAAAAAAAAbo/NXwyzSBHiVw/s72-c/Taylor%252BSwift%252BTaylor%252BGorgeous%252BD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-2486678883805106886</id><published>2011-11-06T21:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T21:10:34.714-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Já me vacinei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xu-8fkAozJY/Trcg0zCu-0I/AAAAAAAAAbg/bwXbwwnwNKA/s1600/308389_246802782036933_224816620902216_767433_286815601_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xu-8fkAozJY/Trcg0zCu-0I/AAAAAAAAAbg/bwXbwwnwNKA/s320/308389_246802782036933_224816620902216_767433_286815601_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;"Quando o tempo passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Você vai perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que a distância é melhor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;pra mim e pra você..." SNM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-2486678883805106886?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2486678883805106886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=2486678883805106886' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/2486678883805106886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/2486678883805106886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2011/11/ja-me-vacinei.html' title='Já me vacinei...'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xu-8fkAozJY/Trcg0zCu-0I/AAAAAAAAAbg/bwXbwwnwNKA/s72-c/308389_246802782036933_224816620902216_767433_286815601_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-6427642051951540822</id><published>2011-07-04T20:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T20:46:25.713-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DLkIkwM2T6Y/ThJN7Qx4X1I/AAAAAAAAAbY/q-GkqSWDO5o/s1600/Imagens+%252886%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DLkIkwM2T6Y/ThJN7Qx4X1I/AAAAAAAAAbY/q-GkqSWDO5o/s320/Imagens+%252886%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Acho que nunca 1 ano se passou tão rápido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;antes as horas eram tão longas, mas no "fim",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;eis que o tempo passou mais rápido do que imaginei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Não quero nunca mais ter a sensação daquele dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;novamente... a &lt;strong&gt;saudade&lt;/strong&gt;? Só cresce a cada dia que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;passa. Sabe a sensação que algo lhe falta? Que tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;um buraquinho oco ali dentro, que dói muitas vezes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;aquela dorzinha fina...? Dor de saudade. Não fique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;triste, isso é apenas um desabafo. Espaço esse apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;ocupado por &lt;strong&gt;Deus, o Único capaz de ocupar um espaço&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tão grande.&lt;/strong&gt;.. O que resta? Lembrar dos momentos bons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;das risadas... das ligações, do almoço na saída da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;faculdade, das confissões, do &lt;strong&gt;AMOR&lt;/strong&gt;. A certeza que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;sua companhia é melhor nos céus me consola, e nos faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;seguir. Os dois mundos, em paz, graças a Deus. &lt;strong&gt;Segue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feliz, que a gente segue feliz no Senhor daqui. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restitui Senhor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/iqCB2TONcJU/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iqCB2TONcJU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iqCB2TONcJU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-6427642051951540822?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6427642051951540822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=6427642051951540822' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6427642051951540822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6427642051951540822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/fe.html' title='Fé'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DLkIkwM2T6Y/ThJN7Qx4X1I/AAAAAAAAAbY/q-GkqSWDO5o/s72-c/Imagens+%252886%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-4260151162209633621</id><published>2011-06-19T00:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T00:22:07.874-03:00</updated><title type='text'>understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHjUnkr-pWE/Tf1ozVCFPfI/AAAAAAAAAbU/sNEGMYi7ecc/s1600/Pixie%252BLott%252Bdiana%252Bgomez%252Bphotoshoot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHjUnkr-pWE/Tf1ozVCFPfI/AAAAAAAAAbU/sNEGMYi7ecc/s320/Pixie%252BLott%252Bdiana%252Bgomez%252Bphotoshoot.jpg" width="193" /&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;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;"Eu quis tanto ser a tua paz, quis tanto que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;você fosse o meu encontro. Quis tanto dar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;tanto receber. Quis precisar, &lt;strong&gt;sem exigências&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;E sem solicitações, aceitar o que me era dado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Sem ir além, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;compreende&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Não queria pedir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;mais do que você tinha, assim como eu não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;daria mais do que dispunha, por limitação humana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Mas &lt;strong&gt;o que tinha, era seu&lt;/strong&gt;. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;'Não é &lt;strong&gt;saudade,&lt;/strong&gt; porque para mim a vida é dinâmica e nunca lamento o que se perdeu - mas é sem dúvida uma sensação muito clara de que a vida escorre talvez rápida demais e, a cada momento, tudo se perde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;CFA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-4260151162209633621?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4260151162209633621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=4260151162209633621' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/4260151162209633621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/4260151162209633621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/understand.html' title='understand'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHjUnkr-pWE/Tf1ozVCFPfI/AAAAAAAAAbU/sNEGMYi7ecc/s72-c/Pixie%252BLott%252Bdiana%252Bgomez%252Bphotoshoot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-6840653812420932595</id><published>2011-05-29T02:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T02:13:31.079-03:00</updated><title type='text'>nosso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-dlWNWIAYQ/TeHIawIEcxI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/6y5RonigLV8/s1600/dee.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-dlWNWIAYQ/TeHIawIEcxI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/6y5RonigLV8/s320/dee.bmp" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;"Nem tudo é como se espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Nessa vida tão sincera (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Nosso amor é invencível, mesmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;sendo impossível, mas quem sabe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;em Marrakesh... A vida nos esquece, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;pra eu te contemplar. Um lugar que só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;haja virtude, nenhum ser humano rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Nosso amor é tão incrível... (...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Eu lembro de quando eu dizia "ECA, ECA"&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;com isso rs tsc!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-6840653812420932595?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6840653812420932595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=6840653812420932595' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6840653812420932595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6840653812420932595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/nosso.html' title='nosso'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-dlWNWIAYQ/TeHIawIEcxI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/6y5RonigLV8/s72-c/dee.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-5211328429377938344</id><published>2011-05-27T00:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T00:55:33.894-03:00</updated><title type='text'>fica combinado assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-toAsZJIRTxA/Td8ft0bDD7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/S_ASxZ56Ne4/s1600/Taylor%252BSwift%252BTS0103E.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-toAsZJIRTxA/Td8ft0bDD7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/S_ASxZ56Ne4/s320/Taylor%252BSwift%252BTS0103E.jpg" t8="true" width="235" /&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;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nosso amor foi tão legal pra mim...﻿&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/6415349332148463620-5211328429377938344?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5211328429377938344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=5211328429377938344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5211328429377938344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5211328429377938344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/fica-combinado-assim.html' title='fica combinado assim'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-toAsZJIRTxA/Td8ft0bDD7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/S_ASxZ56Ne4/s72-c/Taylor%252BSwift%252BTS0103E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-592452899793759630</id><published>2011-05-21T00:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T00:25:30.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'>gossip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--LvtvzW35Cs/Tdcu4ijnDwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/25VB971uP_Q/s1600/uuuuuu.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--LvtvzW35Cs/Tdcu4ijnDwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/25VB971uP_Q/s320/uuuuuu.bmp" width="125" /&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;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Dizem que, &lt;em&gt;não importa qual seja a verdade, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as pessoas vêem o que querem ver.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Algumas pessoas podem dar um passo para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;trás e descobrirem que estavam olhando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;a mesma cena por todo o tempo. Algumas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;pessoas podem ver que suas mentiras quase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;acabaram com elas. Algumas pessoas podem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;ver o que estava na sua frente o tempo todo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;E ainda há aquelas pessoas que correm o máximo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;que podem para não terem que olhar para si mesmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;gossip girls﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-592452899793759630?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/592452899793759630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=592452899793759630' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/592452899793759630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/592452899793759630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/gossip.html' title='gossip'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--LvtvzW35Cs/Tdcu4ijnDwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/25VB971uP_Q/s72-c/uuuuuu.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-3606213573136759287</id><published>2011-05-19T23:54:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T23:57:53.392-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FDpA-6jpv00/TdXXtQZnjEI/AAAAAAAAAbA/1MTnx73NR0A/s1600/tumblr_lgc1gihuo41qgm11po1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FDpA-6jpv00/TdXXtQZnjEI/AAAAAAAAAbA/1MTnx73NR0A/s1600/tumblr_lgc1gihuo41qgm11po1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Ah, mas tudo bem. Em seguida todo mundo se acostuma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;As pessoas esquecem umas das outras com tanta facilidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Como é mesmo que minha mãe dizia? Quem não é visto não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;é lembrado. Longe dos olhos, longe do coração. Pois é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;CFA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-3606213573136759287?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3606213573136759287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=3606213573136759287' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/3606213573136759287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/3606213573136759287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FDpA-6jpv00/TdXXtQZnjEI/AAAAAAAAAbA/1MTnx73NR0A/s72-c/tumblr_lgc1gihuo41qgm11po1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-1422841040519516982</id><published>2011-04-23T01:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T01:21:39.651-03:00</updated><title type='text'>better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbbD4pOLFqI/TbJLiBg4ABI/AAAAAAAAAa8/7kYKnqA5W28/s1600/IMG046edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbbD4pOLFqI/TbJLiBg4ABI/AAAAAAAAAa8/7kYKnqA5W28/s320/IMG046edit.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Eis o melhor de mim... meu &lt;strong&gt;sorriso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Porque eu fico feliz por ser sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;lembrada por sorrir demais, ser "besta".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;-"Marcella sorri por tudo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;-"Passou um vento e ela ta sorrindo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;-"Besta demais pra sorrir"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;E eu não quero nunca, mudar&amp;nbsp;o modo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;como me veem... mas quero ser "besta" por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;causas assim, boas... de felicidade, de sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Nunca abuse da minha boa vontade, da minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;ingenuidade. Sou ingênua, não burra. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;Existem pessoas como a cana, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;mesmo postas na moenda, reduzidas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;a bagaço, só sabem dar doçura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;CFA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-1422841040519516982?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1422841040519516982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=1422841040519516982' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/1422841040519516982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/1422841040519516982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/better.html' title='better'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbbD4pOLFqI/TbJLiBg4ABI/AAAAAAAAAa8/7kYKnqA5W28/s72-c/IMG046edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-5267013585524733193</id><published>2011-04-18T01:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T01:14:08.886-03:00</updated><title type='text'>so easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkV3-p5WbJ4/Tau5Qliz8YI/AAAAAAAAAa4/7uWiMp_IFsI/s1600/louis-vuitton-beach-wear-2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkV3-p5WbJ4/Tau5Qliz8YI/AAAAAAAAAa4/7uWiMp_IFsI/s320/louis-vuitton-beach-wear-2009.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cel tocava... &lt;br /&gt;ela desajeitada terminando de colocar coisas na bolsa: &lt;em&gt;"O-ooii"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apenas ouve um &lt;em&gt;"já to por aqui amor"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ela respira fundo : &lt;em&gt;"descendo agooorinhaaa".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando chega lá embaixo, vê o carro parado e ele abrindo a mala,&lt;br /&gt;reorganizando as coisas lá dentro, que pareciam inúmeras.&amp;nbsp;A mãe &lt;br /&gt;dele desce do carro e está discutindo/brincando com o filho... ele: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"amor, ela acha que vai passar 1 ano fora, avisa que é 1 fim de semana!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela vem andando na&amp;nbsp;direção da garota,&amp;nbsp;lhe dá um beijo e solta baixinho :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"amamos muito mesmo, porque é chaaaato viu? hahahaha"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lá vem ele... o sorriso de canto a canto e lhe dá aqueele abraço...&lt;br /&gt;seguido de um beijo rápido, mas que a rotina ainda não tinha corroído.&lt;br /&gt;De repente quando vão andando, a garota repara que a rua está cheia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"uma festa?..."&lt;/em&gt; ela não entendia bem. Mas ele estava atras dela, &lt;br /&gt;abraçando-a, e ela não precisava de muitas explicações agora. Algumas &lt;br /&gt;pessoas conhecidas agora no seu campo de visão, ela fala com todos, sim,&lt;br /&gt;é uma festa. Ele se senta na ponta... quando ela já se vê dentro de um carro, com&lt;br /&gt;a mãe do sujeito novamente, e mais algumas pessoas. Será que ele preferiu&lt;br /&gt;ficar mais um tempo com os amigos e ir depois? Confusa... ela tinha perdido&lt;br /&gt;essa parte?! Recebe uma msg &lt;em&gt;"Vai demorar pra voltar?"&lt;/em&gt;, era dele. Então, resolveu&lt;br /&gt;ligar pra ele: &lt;em&gt;"pensei que você queria ir depois... tem 1 vaga no carro, quer ir agora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;com a gente?"...&lt;/em&gt; uns flashes... de longe ouvi um : &lt;em&gt;"Claro né amorzinho?! To indo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais flashes... a última coisa que ouvi foi : &lt;strong&gt;"Filhaaa, acooorda!".&lt;/strong&gt; ¬¬ É... Sonhos bobos.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me peguei o dia inteiro refazendo aquelas cenas... coisas tão "banais",&lt;br /&gt;mas não pela situação em si, e sim pela &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'paz'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; enorme que eles sentiam... &lt;br /&gt;era tudo tão natural, &lt;strong&gt;tão fácil... tão feliz&lt;/strong&gt;. Chegava a ser '&lt;u&gt;estranho&lt;/u&gt;'. =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-5267013585524733193?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5267013585524733193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=5267013585524733193' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5267013585524733193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5267013585524733193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-easy.html' title='so easy'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkV3-p5WbJ4/Tau5Qliz8YI/AAAAAAAAAa4/7uWiMp_IFsI/s72-c/louis-vuitton-beach-wear-2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-49797935381792020</id><published>2011-03-13T01:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T01:26:59.015-03:00</updated><title type='text'>enxergar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HOSPvW-tp6g/TXxEyQUmy-I/AAAAAAAAAa0/ObC8BVSQk6c/s1600/Demi%252BLovato.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HOSPvW-tp6g/TXxEyQUmy-I/AAAAAAAAAa0/ObC8BVSQk6c/s320/Demi%252BLovato.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Analisando as coisas de um modo mais amplo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;leia-se: mais calma... Nós temos uma grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;parcela de culpa em tudo o que acontece, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;digo pelo resultado "final" - entre aspas porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;nunca saberemos se é realmente final ou não- mas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;temos total responsabilidade pelo caminho percorrido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Porque nós cobramos algo, um 'se importar mais' na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;hora errada. Deixamos o outro livre demais e não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;cobramos absolutamente nada, e isso o acomoda... e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;quando cansarmos de esperar por alguma atitude, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;e termos a nossa de cobrar algo, a nossa hora já terá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;passado. Já acostumamos o outro com a tal imensa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;liberdade, e não há mais como cortar isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Se houver um amor maior... é outra história, mas SE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;houver um amor maior, ele mesmo irá querer o mesmo que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;você e não será necessário cobrança nenhuma. Pois é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;querida, &lt;strong&gt;para tudo nesse mundo, há limites&lt;/strong&gt;, até para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;a não cobrança por causa da nossa tão sonhada liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;'As coisas tem um brilho que com o tempo se vão.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; - &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;KurtCobain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Mais fato que isso?! Sem condições... fatasso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;[#anjinha, tiiiia...&amp;nbsp;sangue do meu sangue rs pensa nisso aí... ;) amo te ;**]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-49797935381792020?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/49797935381792020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=49797935381792020' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/49797935381792020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/49797935381792020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/enxergar.html' title='enxergar...'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HOSPvW-tp6g/TXxEyQUmy-I/AAAAAAAAAa0/ObC8BVSQk6c/s72-c/Demi%252BLovato.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-2202580536976816714</id><published>2011-02-22T23:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:54:52.709-03:00</updated><title type='text'>go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfGf3ZqA7TY/TWR1gc8YZ4I/AAAAAAAAAaw/BIO0qJohV4o/s1600/PORTA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfGf3ZqA7TY/TWR1gc8YZ4I/AAAAAAAAAaw/BIO0qJohV4o/s320/PORTA.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Se a vida lhe bloquear uma porta, é por que lá não é mais o seu lugar.&lt;/strong&gt; Sua missão terminou. Uma porta fechada significa um sinal de que os valores mudaram e que a caminhada deve ser feita em outra trilha. Não gaste energia com o confronto. Procure nas janelas os novos sinais que o universo lhe oferece".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;'Luiz Gasparetto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-2202580536976816714?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2202580536976816714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=2202580536976816714' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/2202580536976816714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/2202580536976816714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/go.html' title='go'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfGf3ZqA7TY/TWR1gc8YZ4I/AAAAAAAAAaw/BIO0qJohV4o/s72-c/PORTA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-8682576880109196315</id><published>2011-02-15T13:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T13:49:01.102-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npwyraZ-km0/TVquPncKJsI/AAAAAAAAAas/5K0Cl9rj8iA/s1600/naomi-watts-1satoshi-saikusa-photoshoot-thumb1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="255" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npwyraZ-km0/TVquPncKJsI/AAAAAAAAAas/5K0Cl9rj8iA/s320/naomi-watts-1satoshi-saikusa-photoshoot-thumb1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Saia... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;E ao sair apague as luzes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;mas deixe a porta aberta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-8682576880109196315?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8682576880109196315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=8682576880109196315' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/8682576880109196315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/8682576880109196315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/go-away.html' title='Go Away.'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npwyraZ-km0/TVquPncKJsI/AAAAAAAAAas/5K0Cl9rj8iA/s72-c/naomi-watts-1satoshi-saikusa-photoshoot-thumb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-5105728216335363319</id><published>2011-02-14T16:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T01:23:36.697-03:00</updated><title type='text'>reinvento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LGSJV3TJP1E/TVmEgAAFgyI/AAAAAAAAAao/Q2bxP6VSwec/s1600/mcx-0110-natalie-photoshoot-3-de-30355950.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="220" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LGSJV3TJP1E/TVmEgAAFgyI/AAAAAAAAAao/Q2bxP6VSwec/s320/mcx-0110-natalie-photoshoot-3-de-30355950.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Sou pessoa de dentro pra fora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Minha beleza está na minha essência e no meu caráter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Acredito em sonhos, não em utopia. Mas quando sonho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;sonho alto. Estou aqui é pra viver, cair, aprender, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;levantar e seguir em frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Sou isso hoje…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Amanhã, já me reinventei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Reinvento-me sempre que a vida pede um pouco mais de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Sou complexa, sou mistura, sou mulher com cara de menina… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;E vice-versa. Me perco, me procuro e me acho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;E quando necessário, enlouqueço e deixo rolar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Não me dôo pela metade, não sou tua meio amiga nem teu quase amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Ou sou tudo ou sou nada. Não suporto meio termos. Sou boba, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;mas não sou burra. Ingênua, mas não santa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Sou pessoa de riso fácil… e chôro também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-5105728216335363319?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5105728216335363319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=5105728216335363319' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5105728216335363319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5105728216335363319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/reinvento.html' title='reinvento'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LGSJV3TJP1E/TVmEgAAFgyI/AAAAAAAAAao/Q2bxP6VSwec/s72-c/mcx-0110-natalie-photoshoot-3-de-30355950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-7522209029527004026</id><published>2011-01-02T22:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T01:24:28.458-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra você e eu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TSEi3FeoCuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Lxzh1CQaBEo/s1600/contramalolhado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TSEi3FeoCuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Lxzh1CQaBEo/s1600/contramalolhado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Vou dizer que &lt;strong&gt;valeu&lt;/strong&gt; seus beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Vou dizer que &lt;strong&gt;valeu&lt;/strong&gt; seus abraços...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'mas se ela te merecesse não estaria aqui... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-7522209029527004026?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7522209029527004026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=7522209029527004026' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/7522209029527004026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/7522209029527004026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/pra-voce-e-eu.html' title='Pra você e eu.'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TSEi3FeoCuI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Lxzh1CQaBEo/s72-c/contramalolhado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-2136577103645123680</id><published>2010-11-21T02:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T01:25:20.868-03:00</updated><title type='text'>;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TOiy7X8l6AI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-QzFTRI8q5g/s1600/lo.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TOiy7X8l6AI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-QzFTRI8q5g/s320/lo.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Se você quer saber o que vai acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Primeiro a gente foge depois a gente vê. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;O jeito é dar um fugidinha com você... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-2136577103645123680?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2136577103645123680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=2136577103645123680' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/2136577103645123680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/2136577103645123680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=';)'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TOiy7X8l6AI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-QzFTRI8q5g/s72-c/lo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-768109717484067988</id><published>2010-09-21T02:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T01:26:23.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ctrl+Alt+Del ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TJg_J782DfI/AAAAAAAAAaA/cqsL1fsxt8E/s1600/CRL-ALT-DEL-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TJg_J782DfI/AAAAAAAAAaA/cqsL1fsxt8E/s320/CRL-ALT-DEL-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Fechando ciclos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Feliz e acabada várias vezes ao mesmo tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;e prevalecendo a felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Sim, porque esta sempre estará tomando conta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;da&amp;nbsp;maior parte de mim... Não se pode ter tudo nessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;vida, portanto, se algo chega, de algo você tem que se desfazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Não sejamos egoístas, e não se sobrecarregue, é ruim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;te garanto. Busque apenas o melhor pra você e se sinta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;bem e satisfeito com aquilo, se você julga algo importante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;vá atras. Mas tenha bom senso e entenda quando não for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;mais seu tempo, sim, porque tudo nessa vida tem prazo de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;validade. E eu garanto que você será mais feliz se respeitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;esse ciclo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt; ' mude, mas mude devagar... pois o que importa não é a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; velocidade, e sim o resultado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-768109717484067988?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/768109717484067988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=768109717484067988' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/768109717484067988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/768109717484067988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/ctrlaltdel.html' title='Ctrl+Alt+Del ;)'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TJg_J782DfI/AAAAAAAAAaA/cqsL1fsxt8E/s72-c/CRL-ALT-DEL-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-6715160084313245602</id><published>2010-09-01T23:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T01:27:44.629-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juh lohman'/><title type='text'>;*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Hoje eu preciso e vou mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;dividir no tempo e somar no vento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;todas as coisas que um dia sonhei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;conquistar. Porque sou mulher como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;qualquer uma, com dúvidas e soluções, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;com erros e acertos, amores e desamores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou pequena mas não sou pedaço&lt;/strong&gt;, o máximo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;de mulher no mínimo de espaço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TH8OBGKeNdI/AAAAAAAAAZw/g0ksPwhMmEY/s1600/Imagens+(737)1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TH8OBGKeNdI/AAAAAAAAAZw/g0ksPwhMmEY/s320/Imagens+(737)1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Sorte de hoje:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Uma promessa feita é uma dívida não paga. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;'Eu avisei pra não prometer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-6715160084313245602?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6715160084313245602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=6715160084313245602' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6715160084313245602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6715160084313245602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=';*'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TH8OBGKeNdI/AAAAAAAAAZw/g0ksPwhMmEY/s72-c/Imagens+(737)1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-8565001394758351309</id><published>2010-08-13T23:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T01:28:21.278-03:00</updated><title type='text'>go again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;ao passado: pratique o desapego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;ao presente: mantenha-o apertado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;ao futuro: se atrase... (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TGX9TZuvetI/AAAAAAAAAZo/N6GdBruKpiM/s1600/taylor-swift-elle-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TGX9TZuvetI/AAAAAAAAAZo/N6GdBruKpiM/s320/taylor-swift-elle-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Cansada de ter que 'ir' tantas e tantas vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Cansada de uma procura incansável de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;algo que não se acha - ou nem existe-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Cansada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;É guardar no coração uma presença invisível... '&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-8565001394758351309?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8565001394758351309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=8565001394758351309' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/8565001394758351309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/8565001394758351309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/go-again.html' title='go again.'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TGX9TZuvetI/AAAAAAAAAZo/N6GdBruKpiM/s72-c/taylor-swift-elle-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-5173757135487629052</id><published>2010-08-07T01:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T01:28:51.437-03:00</updated><title type='text'>que seja a meu favor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TFzaqbI1RgI/AAAAAAAAAZg/a19gU-wJgC8/s1600/sorte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TFzaqbI1RgI/AAAAAAAAAZg/a19gU-wJgC8/s320/sorte.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;A espera de algo que não vem&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Hoje, particularmente, a falta de tudo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;que eu sinto esta posta nele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Exatamente onde não deveria estar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;pior... onde &lt;strong&gt;não pode&lt;/strong&gt; estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Se estivesse aqui, eu estaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;melhor, ah, que facilidade de me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;arrancar um sorriso. Ah, como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;estaria feliz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;|Eu quero o proibido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-5173757135487629052?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5173757135487629052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=5173757135487629052' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5173757135487629052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5173757135487629052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/que-seja-meu-favor.html' title='que seja a meu favor.'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TFzaqbI1RgI/AAAAAAAAAZg/a19gU-wJgC8/s72-c/sorte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-2989620961239305890</id><published>2010-08-02T00:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T01:29:20.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'>impar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TFY-DdwjfGI/AAAAAAAAAZY/dTK7-6xj_Fc/s1600/carolina_dieckmann_quem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TFY-DdwjfGI/AAAAAAAAAZY/dTK7-6xj_Fc/s320/carolina_dieckmann_quem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Num dia como esse eu me sinto assim : &lt;strong&gt;=/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;exatamente assim. Sabe quando você se vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;'ímpar' demais? E não é no sentido &lt;em&gt;único&lt;/em&gt; de ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;é no sentido 1-3-5-7... nunca 2-4-6-8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Hoje eu to assim, cansada de "joguinhos",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;de desencontros, de "banhos-marias" da vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;A gente bem que podia ta de boa sempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;todo santo dia. Mas hoje, eu não to tão de boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;assim. Hoje pensei por um momento - &lt;em&gt;Eu quero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é um amor pra chamar de meu.&lt;/em&gt; Não 'meu', de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;posse, mas meu de 'me faz feliz', difícil não?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Tantos desencontros que há nessa vida se você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;parar pra observar... sempre tem alguém gostando de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;quem não gosta de você, alguém morrendo de amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;por você e você nem "tchum", sempre tem alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de datas, de hoje, de sempre, de futuro&lt;/em&gt;. Eu acho que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;muitas vezes, as pessoas são certas e as horas erradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;ou vice-versa. Gente que se apaixona pela gente e a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;gente nem sequer olha mais a fundo. Porque nem a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;gente sabe direito o que quer, ou sabe, mas é demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;As vezes penso que queria ser aquelas mulheres que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;só querem estar com alguém por conveniência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;por dinheiro, ou seja lá por qual motivo for, vejo cada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;vez menos o amor por aí, e quando vejo, nego. Mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;não é minha culpa, não é de propósito, não é que subestimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;o sentimento, é que acho que as vezes as pessoas confundem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;sentimentos e chamam de amor, algo com características &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;parecidas porém beeeem diferentes. E eu quero 8 ou 80,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;meio termo, metade... não rola. Que seja nada, ou que &lt;strong&gt;SEJA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;de fato. Porque pra mim, &lt;strong&gt;AMOR &lt;/strong&gt;de verdade, é ooutra coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;loyalty é a chave de tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;|falei demais hoje, cansei.|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-2989620961239305890?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2989620961239305890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=2989620961239305890' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/2989620961239305890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/2989620961239305890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/impar.html' title='impar.'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TFY-DdwjfGI/AAAAAAAAAZY/dTK7-6xj_Fc/s72-c/carolina_dieckmann_quem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-7485537102535329054</id><published>2010-07-20T11:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T01:29:45.468-03:00</updated><title type='text'>meio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TEWzyjTY2EI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/u0zf6rxJSl0/s1600/PESSOAS+(3).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TEWzyjTY2EI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/u0zf6rxJSl0/s320/PESSOAS+(3).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Vivemos num mundo onde o &lt;strong&gt;egoísmo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;do ser humano sempre está em primeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;lugar, acredite, &lt;strong&gt;sempre&lt;/strong&gt;. Portanto... não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;se torne &lt;strong&gt;metade&lt;/strong&gt; por ninguém, não &lt;strong&gt;renuncie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;a qualquer coisa que seja por &lt;strong&gt;ninguém&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;eu te digo, por mais que vc ache que seja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diferente&lt;/strong&gt;, não será e não valerá a pena o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;seu esforço. (Y) Mas se a gente não tentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;e tentar e tentar... como a gente vai ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;mais feliz?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-7485537102535329054?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7485537102535329054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=7485537102535329054' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/7485537102535329054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/7485537102535329054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/meio.html' title='meio'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TEWzyjTY2EI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/u0zf6rxJSl0/s72-c/PESSOAS+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-7670380348440020557</id><published>2010-07-18T17:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T17:52:12.533-03:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TENmp4yBFpI/AAAAAAAAAZI/tZ2B-L5h3wI/s1600/2204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TENmp4yBFpI/AAAAAAAAAZI/tZ2B-L5h3wI/s320/2204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Não obrigo, não brigo... não cobro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Cada um faz o que quer, como, onde e com quem quiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E depois assume e aguenta as consequências&lt;/em&gt;... (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;- mas eu to rindo a toa... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-7670380348440020557?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7670380348440020557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=7670380348440020557' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/7670380348440020557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/7670380348440020557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TENmp4yBFpI/AAAAAAAAAZI/tZ2B-L5h3wI/s72-c/2204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-6171411708948645048</id><published>2010-07-15T11:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:10:54.346-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*anitelli'/><title type='text'>go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TD8WdesHOSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/lnVobFq6XFg/s1600/carolsutia2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TD8WdesHOSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/lnVobFq6XFg/s320/carolsutia2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;. Lamentavelmente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;eu sou assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;um tanto disperso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;às vezes desapareço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;pois depois recomeço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;mas antes me esqueço... *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;- as coisas se acabam quando nelas não existe realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-6171411708948645048?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6171411708948645048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=6171411708948645048' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6171411708948645048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6171411708948645048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/go.html' title='go'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TD8WdesHOSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/lnVobFq6XFg/s72-c/carolsutia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-3951817017819543290</id><published>2010-07-08T00:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T00:40:03.203-03:00</updated><title type='text'>se esvai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TDVGGhkElHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/5lwVQDcjTAM/s1600/fotocoracao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TDVGGhkElHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/5lwVQDcjTAM/s320/fotocoracao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Sua vida pode mudar em fração de segundos... acredite. Segundos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Quando lhe dizem &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"a vida é curta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; ... acredite, ela é. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Por isso, eu venho aqui repetir o maior clichê de todos os tempos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e ao mesmo tempo a maior verdade, o melhor conselho que alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;pode dar a outra pessoa... &lt;strong&gt;"viva sua vida como se aquele fosse seu último&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dia, deixe as pessoas q vc ama, com palavras de carinho, pois pode ser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a última vez que as vejamos." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Lembre-se, uma folha não cai, se Deus não permitir.&lt;/span&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/6415349332148463620-3951817017819543290?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3951817017819543290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=3951817017819543290' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/3951817017819543290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/3951817017819543290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/se-esvai.html' title='se esvai.'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TDVGGhkElHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/5lwVQDcjTAM/s72-c/fotocoracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-2995785800957315372</id><published>2010-07-04T01:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T01:20:39.922-03:00</updated><title type='text'>platonismo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TDALtfpRDjI/AAAAAAAAAYw/vDRN7K2Hj6g/s1600/258654b6fe3fb69ad7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TDALtfpRDjI/AAAAAAAAAYw/vDRN7K2Hj6g/s320/258654b6fe3fb69ad7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;(...) Eu não gostaria de ficar com a sensação de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;que aquilo, era tudo o que me bastaria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;mas -como dizemos- &lt;em&gt;de fato&lt;/em&gt;, bastaria a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;qualquer pessoa, e a mim inclusive. Eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;quero, eu PRECISO, necessito... e por isso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;acho bom por um momento, que um adeus tenha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;sido dito. Pra tentar barrar a cabeça que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;estava a mil -e continua. Já não demora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;sei que isso passa logo... será? Só sei que passaria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;mais facilmente se um "volto logo" não tivesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;sido dito. &lt;strong&gt;E eu espero por dentro que esse &lt;em&gt;volto&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;seja logo&lt;/em&gt;, de fato&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;/voz exerce poder sobre nós.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-2995785800957315372?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2995785800957315372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=2995785800957315372' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/2995785800957315372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/2995785800957315372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/platonismo.html' title='platonismo.'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TDALtfpRDjI/AAAAAAAAAYw/vDRN7K2Hj6g/s72-c/258654b6fe3fb69ad7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-3417167891428548666</id><published>2010-07-01T00:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T00:32:42.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'>;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TCwMHrG8QtI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0u39Gw0pi5U/s1600/Famosos+(17)1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TCwMHrG8QtI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0u39Gw0pi5U/s320/Famosos+(17)1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Somos seres preocupados em &lt;strong&gt;agir, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fazer, resolver, providenciar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Estamos &lt;strong&gt;sempre tentando planejar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uma coisa, concluir outra, descobrir &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uma terceira.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Não há nada de errado nisto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;– afinal de contas, &lt;strong&gt;é assim que &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;construímos e modificamos o mundo.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mas faz parte da experiência da vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;o ato da &lt;strong&gt;adoração&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parar de vez em quando, sair de si mesmo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;permanecer em silêncio diante do Universo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ajoelhar-se com o &lt;strong&gt;corpo e com a alma&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Sem pedir, sem pensar, sem mesmo agradecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;por nada. &lt;strong&gt;Apenas viver o amor calado que &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nos envolve.&lt;/strong&gt; Nestes momentos, algumas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;lágrimas inesperadas – que não são nem de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;alegria, nem de tristeza – podem jorrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Não se surpreenda. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isto é um dom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estas lágrimas estão lavando sua alma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;/Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-3417167891428548666?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3417167891428548666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=3417167891428548666' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/3417167891428548666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/3417167891428548666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=';)'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TCwMHrG8QtI/AAAAAAAAAYo/0u39Gw0pi5U/s72-c/Famosos+(17)1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-1176431269538981723</id><published>2010-06-29T01:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T01:26:49.653-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*mana'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TClz4j0YGXI/AAAAAAAAAYg/n2LTW4XjIM8/s1600/Foto-Photoshoot-Raquel-Espirito-Santo-Revista-Capricho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TClz4j0YGXI/AAAAAAAAAYg/n2LTW4XjIM8/s320/Foto-Photoshoot-Raquel-Espirito-Santo-Revista-Capricho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Alguém não te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;querer da mesma forma que você o quer, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;é um defeito, cada um gosta a sua forma;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;defeito é você continuar a alimentar de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;forma desigual&amp;nbsp;um sentimento, que aos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;poucos só cresce, quando na verdade, deveria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;diminuir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pense menos, sonhe menos, queira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;menos&lt;/strong&gt;. E quando aprender, por favor; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;me ensine! :~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;'feliz e acabado por não pôr um fim...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-1176431269538981723?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1176431269538981723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=1176431269538981723' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/1176431269538981723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/1176431269538981723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_29.html' title='...'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TClz4j0YGXI/AAAAAAAAAYg/n2LTW4XjIM8/s72-c/Foto-Photoshoot-Raquel-Espirito-Santo-Revista-Capricho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-590148277227132168</id><published>2010-06-25T11:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T11:00:06.858-03:00</updated><title type='text'>=*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TCS2Ijce3rI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/SZyL_gQPk0o/s1600/AlessandraAmbrosio8423(celebstars).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TCS2Ijce3rI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/SZyL_gQPk0o/s320/AlessandraAmbrosio8423(celebstars).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mas ta tudo bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Quem perde é você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Escute agora o que eu vou te dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Não te quero mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Só quero lembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Quem hoje rir amanhã pode chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E vai chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Vai saber por tudo que eu passei... ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-590148277227132168?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/590148277227132168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=590148277227132168' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/590148277227132168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/590148277227132168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='=*'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TCS2Ijce3rI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/SZyL_gQPk0o/s72-c/AlessandraAmbrosio8423(celebstars).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-4746807601843317723</id><published>2010-06-23T23:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:29:44.830-03:00</updated><title type='text'>hapiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TCLCeNlklrI/AAAAAAAAAYI/kwZDiT6HRjM/s1600/Avril%2520Lavigne%2520%27Photoshoot%2520Beauty,%25202006%27%252006!___.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TCLCeNlklrI/AAAAAAAAAYI/kwZDiT6HRjM/s320/Avril%2520Lavigne%2520%27Photoshoot%2520Beauty,%25202006%27%252006!___.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;'Felicidade é a combinação de &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;sorte&lt;/span&gt; com &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;escolhas bem feitas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;- Anitelli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;|... e qndo falta os dois? que se faz? =T |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-4746807601843317723?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4746807601843317723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=4746807601843317723' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/4746807601843317723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/4746807601843317723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/hapiness.html' title='hapiness'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TCLCeNlklrI/AAAAAAAAAYI/kwZDiT6HRjM/s72-c/Avril%2520Lavigne%2520%27Photoshoot%2520Beauty,%25202006%27%252006!___.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-5346991916438249590</id><published>2010-06-20T23:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T23:46:09.179-03:00</updated><title type='text'>transparente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TB7SALVjAKI/AAAAAAAAAYA/NcPdEQSjTeg/s1600/bolha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TB7SALVjAKI/AAAAAAAAAYA/NcPdEQSjTeg/s320/bolha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Posso ter defeitos, viver ansiosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e ficar irritada algumas vezes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;mas não esqueço de que minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;é a maior empresa do mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e posso evitar que ela vá à falência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;apesar de todos os desafios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;incompreensões e períodos de crise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e se tornar um autor da própria história.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;É atravessar desertos fora de si,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;no recôndito da sua alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;É saber falar de si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;É ter coragem para ouvir um "não".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;É ter segurança para receber uma crítica,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;mesmo que injusta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedras no caminho?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guardo todas, um dia vou construir um castelo... ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-5346991916438249590?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5346991916438249590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=5346991916438249590' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5346991916438249590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5346991916438249590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/transparente.html' title='transparente'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TB7SALVjAKI/AAAAAAAAAYA/NcPdEQSjTeg/s72-c/bolha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-2049363816688907222</id><published>2010-06-18T10:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T10:42:44.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'>planta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TBt3be-fUZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/s7kt0Oj3MJ8/s1600/%2520201~3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TBt3be-fUZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/s7kt0Oj3MJ8/s320/%2520201~3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Dizem que não, mas eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;O que rola por trás da cortina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Você não consegue me enganar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ohh, eu já tomei essa vacina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Palavras são flechas envenenadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Podem ferir ou até matar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Feridas abertas, outras fechadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Uma cicatriz sempre vai ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;O que você disse machucou meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;'plantaeraiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-2049363816688907222?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2049363816688907222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=2049363816688907222' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/2049363816688907222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/2049363816688907222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/planta.html' title='planta'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TBt3be-fUZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/s7kt0Oj3MJ8/s72-c/%2520201~3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-5346421398178619052</id><published>2010-06-15T02:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T02:12:35.215-03:00</updated><title type='text'>aham...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TBcLgYXIvrI/AAAAAAAAAXw/g582Y_Gf-Mk/s1600/avril-lavigne-101-n213961.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TBcLgYXIvrI/AAAAAAAAAXw/g582Y_Gf-Mk/s320/avril-lavigne-101-n213961.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se tiver que ser fiel a alguém &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou a alguma coisa, em primeiro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lugar tenho que ser fiel a mim&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;mesmo.&lt;em&gt;Se busco o amor verdadeiro &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;antes preciso ficar cansada dos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;amores medíocres que encontrei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;A pouca experiência de vida que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;tenho me ensinou que ninguém é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;dono de nada, &lt;strong&gt;tudo é uma ilusão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem já perdeu alguma coisa&lt;/strong&gt; que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;tinha como garantida, &lt;strong&gt;termina &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por aprender que nada lhe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pertence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;E se nada me pertence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;tampouco preciso gastar o meu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;tempo cuidando das coisas que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;não são minhas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melhor viver &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;como se hoje fosse o primeiro &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou o último dia da minha vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #999999;"&gt;[desculpem, mas essa tinha q ser a imagem.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-5346421398178619052?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5346421398178619052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=5346421398178619052' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5346421398178619052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5346421398178619052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/se-tiver-que-ser-fiel-alguem-ou-alguma.html' title='aham...'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TBcLgYXIvrI/AAAAAAAAAXw/g582Y_Gf-Mk/s72-c/avril-lavigne-101-n213961.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-1300224118532810133</id><published>2010-06-13T18:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T18:19:34.519-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- super.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TBVHqvFBPpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4arK4_Hfrbs/s1600/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bphotoshoots_sasha018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TBVHqvFBPpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4arK4_Hfrbs/s320/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bphotoshoots_sasha018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E o que se faz quando se quer mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;do que se pode ter? Aliás... &lt;strong&gt;BEM &lt;/strong&gt;mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;do que se pode ter? Nem sei se é possível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;sequer cogitar a hipótese do talvez ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mesmo que demore... pois sim, tenho pressa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;mas se a possíbilidade de 'ter' existir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;eu espero. (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;- Quem dera tenha sido. LS&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-1300224118532810133?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1300224118532810133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=1300224118532810133' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/1300224118532810133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/1300224118532810133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/super.html' title='- super.'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TBVHqvFBPpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4arK4_Hfrbs/s72-c/Taylor%2BSwift%2Bphotoshoots_sasha018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-786901899947325569</id><published>2010-06-08T22:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:54:18.587-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- que seja</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TA7rYNkrnOI/AAAAAAAAAXg/9Z6tieXrKxs/s1600/miley-cyrus-racy-elle-photoshoot-29343-1247141444-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TA7rYNkrnOI/AAAAAAAAAXg/9Z6tieXrKxs/s320/miley-cyrus-racy-elle-photoshoot-29343-1247141444-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma queda do 10° andar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;machuca tanto quanto uma &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;queda do 3°... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se eu tiver que cair, que seja &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de lugares bem altos. (Y)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;/paulocoelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-786901899947325569?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/786901899947325569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=786901899947325569' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/786901899947325569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/786901899947325569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/que-seja.html' title='- que seja'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TA7rYNkrnOI/AAAAAAAAAXg/9Z6tieXrKxs/s72-c/miley-cyrus-racy-elle-photoshoot-29343-1247141444-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-4183969319126811603</id><published>2010-06-08T00:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:47:10.926-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- No lies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TA238eiofhI/AAAAAAAAAXY/dbRRIsE7QQc/s1600/no+lies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TA238eiofhI/AAAAAAAAAXY/dbRRIsE7QQc/s320/no+lies.jpg" /&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;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E será que alguém leva isso a sério?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EU&lt;/strong&gt; levo. E pra mim basta isso! Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;conseguirei mudar o mundo não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;mas mudarei ao menos o meu 'círculo',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;isso pode ter certeza. Porque mentir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;ou OMITIR -como já me disseram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;tantas vezes na minha vida- eu não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;gosto. Pra mim, dá no mesmo no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;fim das contas. Porque se vc esta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;omitindo, você não esta sendo sincero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;portanto... se iguala; nos dois falta a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;verdade. E eu não sou obrigada a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;conviver num meio assim, rodeado de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;omissões e mentiras. Por isso, me mudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;tanto de lugar. E me mudarei quantas vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;for preciso, porque nem quem diz tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;que muda, muda de fato. Então, pra quê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;eu continuaria no mesmo lugar? (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;- cão que ladra demais, não morde. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;fikdik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-4183969319126811603?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4183969319126811603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=4183969319126811603' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/4183969319126811603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/4183969319126811603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-lies.html' title='- No lies...'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TA238eiofhI/AAAAAAAAAXY/dbRRIsE7QQc/s72-c/no+lies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-4967204831779668444</id><published>2010-06-06T22:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T22:53:03.571-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- misto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TAxQ391ew2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/mq3-UN8FtQk/s1600/photoshoot-2009-amanda-seyfried-6135524-639-480.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TAxQ391ew2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/mq3-UN8FtQk/s320/photoshoot-2009-amanda-seyfried-6135524-639-480.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Um misto de &lt;strong&gt;felicidade e tristeza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;ao mesmo tempo, tudo por conta do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;mesmo motivo, eu não creio... mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;tenho que admitir, que sim, isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;me deixa dessa forma; &lt;strong&gt;pensativa&lt;/strong&gt; eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;diria. Me perguntam se vale a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;breves momentos de felicidade, e no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;fim&lt;/em&gt;" estar sozinha, como estou. Eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;te respondo, sim, vale, porque o que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;importa é viver feliz inteiramente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;todos os dias da nossa vida. Mas se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;não pode ser todo dia da mesma forma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;que você saiba aproveitar ao máximo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;aquele momento, que com certeza, será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;único, como qualquer um que você viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com vontade de viver&lt;/strong&gt;. Não importa por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;quanto tempo, a intensidade, falará &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;mais alto. Se você permanece onde está,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;é porque você se &lt;strong&gt;sente bem&lt;/strong&gt; de alguma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;forma, e se você se sente bem, é porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;te &lt;strong&gt;acrescenta&lt;/strong&gt; em algo. &lt;strong&gt;Viva!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Depois?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Bom... depois a gente pensa se tiver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;tempo. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consequências&lt;/strong&gt;, a gente já tem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de &lt;strong&gt;graça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; então... &lt;em&gt;sejamos &lt;strong&gt;felizes&lt;/strong&gt; e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;paguemos o preço da &lt;strong&gt;saudade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-4967204831779668444?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4967204831779668444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=4967204831779668444' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/4967204831779668444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/4967204831779668444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/misto.html' title='- misto'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TAxQ391ew2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/mq3-UN8FtQk/s72-c/photoshoot-2009-amanda-seyfried-6135524-639-480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-1940449743667680209</id><published>2010-06-05T15:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T15:52:06.885-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TAqcO6bmTOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/oAtbCUEM_SA/s1600/55wa3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TAqcO6bmTOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/oAtbCUEM_SA/s320/55wa3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a conta da saudade, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem é que paga? :~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;-anitelli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-1940449743667680209?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1940449743667680209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=1940449743667680209' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/1940449743667680209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/1940449743667680209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/miss.html' title='- miss'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TAqcO6bmTOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/oAtbCUEM_SA/s72-c/55wa3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-6531333763926646301</id><published>2010-06-04T13:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T13:24:46.893-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TAkmV5-oVFI/AAAAAAAAAXA/tSFr97E1Qos/s1600/00000001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TAkmV5-oVFI/AAAAAAAAAXA/tSFr97E1Qos/s320/00000001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Porque hoje eu não quero dizer nada, então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;faço dessas palavras, as minhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Eu aprendi que a vida é dura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas eu sou mais ainda&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;eu aprendi que &lt;strong&gt;não posso escolher&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;como &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me sinto, mas posso escolher &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que fazer a respeito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;|&lt;strong&gt;Feliz e acabado&lt;/strong&gt; por não pôr um fim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;e também não ser sim, por ser &lt;strong&gt;por acaso&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;apenas &lt;strong&gt;por ocasião&lt;/strong&gt;.|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;-marimendes/ hiperventilar.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-6531333763926646301?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6531333763926646301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=6531333763926646301' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6531333763926646301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6531333763926646301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/21.html' title='- 21'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TAkmV5-oVFI/AAAAAAAAAXA/tSFr97E1Qos/s72-c/00000001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-3548795384998515453</id><published>2010-06-03T10:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T10:17:17.440-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- M.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TAerHWdaXEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bXpNC7MkF2Y/s1600/kristin-photo-shoot-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TAerHWdaXEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bXpNC7MkF2Y/s320/kristin-photo-shoot-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Sonharás uns amores de romance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;quase impossíveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Digo-lhe que faz mal, que é melhor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;contentar-se com a realidade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;se ela não é brilhante como os sonhos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;tem pelo menos a vantagem de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;existir&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Machado de Assis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-3548795384998515453?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3548795384998515453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=3548795384998515453' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/3548795384998515453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/3548795384998515453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/ma.html' title='- M.A.'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TAerHWdaXEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bXpNC7MkF2Y/s72-c/kristin-photo-shoot-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-6010138647982236173</id><published>2010-06-01T20:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:18:11.615-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- before</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TAWSWiusgMI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ljBS6St9P-0/s1600/esperando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TAWSWiusgMI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ljBS6St9P-0/s320/esperando.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Tem certas horas na vida, em que a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;gente para e pensa, no porque que algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;não vai como queremos... daí as vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;chega-se a conclusão de que as coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;muitas vezes não ocorrem no tempo certo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;-não para nós- as vezes quando vejo tudo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;que ja vivi e vivo... penso que gostaria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;que aquela pessoa tivesse entrado na minha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;vida antes, pensando bem, muitas vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;acho que pra algo dar certo, TINHAMOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;que conhecer algumas pessoas antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Antes de tantos medos,antes de tanta razão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;antes de tanto problema pra se resolver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;antes de tanto sentimento pra se esquecer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;antes de tanta gente ter aparecido pra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;atrapalhar esse caminho&lt;/span&gt;, que a gente nem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;conhece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;- Deixa estar que o que for pra ser vigora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-6010138647982236173?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6010138647982236173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=6010138647982236173' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6010138647982236173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6010138647982236173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/before.html' title='- before'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TAWSWiusgMI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ljBS6St9P-0/s72-c/esperando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-3963722323162673363</id><published>2010-05-31T00:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:13:15.589-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- imperfeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TAMovhAYFkI/AAAAAAAAAWk/0wLRQmRbqkk/s1600/hahaha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TAMovhAYFkI/AAAAAAAAAWk/0wLRQmRbqkk/s320/hahaha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seria tão bom sair por aquela porta e &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;conhecer alguém sem precisar procurar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no meio da multidão. Alguém que soubesse &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se aproximar sem ser invasivo ou que não &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se esforçasse tanto para parecer interessante. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém de quem eu não quisesse fugir quando &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a intimidade derrubasse nossas máscaras, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que segurasse minha mão e tocasse meu coração. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que não me prendesse, não me limitasse, não me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mudasse, alguém que me roubasse um beijo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no meio de uma briga e me tirasse a razão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem que isso me ameaçasse. Que me dissesse &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que eu canto mal, que eu falo demais e que &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;risse das vezes em que eu fosse desastrada. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém de quem eu não precisasse.. mas com &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem eu quisesse estar sem motivo certo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém com qualidades e defeitos suportáveis, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que não fosse tão bonito e ainda assim eu não &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;conseguisse olhar em outra direção. Que me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;encontrasse até quando eu tento desesperadamente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me esconder do mundo. Eu queria sair por aquela &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porta e conhecer alguém &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;imperfeito&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;feito pra mim&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Sonhar não custa nada&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-3963722323162673363?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3963722323162673363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=3963722323162673363' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/3963722323162673363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/3963722323162673363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/imperfeito.html' title='- imperfeito'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TAMovhAYFkI/AAAAAAAAAWk/0wLRQmRbqkk/s72-c/hahaha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-1846876474044588132</id><published>2010-05-29T13:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T13:01:39.812-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- soltas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TAE6DjeLSWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/t8SeERyOfNk/s1600/naomi-watts-2-thumb1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TAE6DjeLSWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/t8SeERyOfNk/s320/naomi-watts-2-thumb1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E era&amp;nbsp;tudo tão estranho... &lt;em&gt;essa falta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de algo que nunca se teve&lt;/em&gt;, essa vontade de ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sei lá porque&lt;/em&gt;. Incrível como parecia que já &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;estávamos ali antes, e as perguntas que rodeavam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;nossa mente... essas que nunca soubemos responder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Creio que realmente&amp;nbsp;não queríamos encontrar a resposta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Por &lt;em&gt;medo&lt;/em&gt; talvez - não sei de que. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Não espere para ser feliz apenas naqueles dias em que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;vocês tem um tempo de &lt;em&gt;sobra&lt;/em&gt;. Eu particularmente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca gostei muito de sobras&lt;/em&gt;. E esse sempre foi o meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;problema, &lt;em&gt;esperar mais do que as pessoas podem me dar&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mas eu &lt;strong&gt;não consigo não querer ser feliz inteiramente&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Por isso eu já fui embora &lt;em&gt;tantas vezes&lt;/em&gt;, durante essa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mas calma... no fim das contas, não dizem que ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;nunca precisou de restos pra ser feliz?! Pois é, é por isso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;que eu estou indo sempre. Porque &lt;em&gt;o que sobra, não pode &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me bastar... (...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;|pensando soltas coisas...|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;- Quer-se sempre mais. E o mais ainda é pouco. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-1846876474044588132?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1846876474044588132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=1846876474044588132' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/1846876474044588132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/1846876474044588132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/soltas.html' title='- soltas.'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/TAE6DjeLSWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/t8SeERyOfNk/s72-c/naomi-watts-2-thumb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-1796839324420356055</id><published>2010-05-28T11:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T11:10:16.419-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- jabour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S__OFMiJNQI/AAAAAAAAAWE/5L5TCagXR30/s1600/Ashley+(4).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S__OFMiJNQI/AAAAAAAAAWE/5L5TCagXR30/s320/Ashley+(4).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Na vida e no amor, &lt;strong&gt;não temos garantias&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Nem toda pessoa que te convida para sair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;é para casar. Nem todo beijo é para romancear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E nem todo sexo bom é para descartar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;ou se apaixonar... ou se culpar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Enfim... &lt;em&gt;quem disse que ser adulto é fácil&lt;/em&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Arnaldo Jabour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;- O que está no passado tem motivos para não fazer parte do seu presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-1796839324420356055?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1796839324420356055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=1796839324420356055' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/1796839324420356055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/1796839324420356055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/jabour.html' title='- jabour'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S__OFMiJNQI/AAAAAAAAAWE/5L5TCagXR30/s72-c/Ashley+(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-7902457843538028549</id><published>2010-05-26T23:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:21:41.088-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S_3XHj1JNhI/AAAAAAAAAV8/agucCAd3zKE/s1600/71.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S_3XHj1JNhI/AAAAAAAAAV8/agucCAd3zKE/s320/71.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;É, mais cedo ou mais tarde é chegada a hora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;de ir embora. Seja doloroso ou não, abandonar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;é preciso. Ou você acha que eu ficaria inerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;por mais tempo? Sabe de uma coisa... de fato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;eu ficaria sim, ficaria se soubesse que você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;viria um dia, com sentimento, porque vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;não basta, dá e passa. Já o sentimento, esse fica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mas eu não vou começar algo que sei que o fim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;será próximo e óbvio. Não, eu não vou atrás de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;ninguém, a vida me ensinou apenas a correr atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;dos meus objetivos, no que diz respeito as pessoas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;deixo-as livres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;- Um Band-Aid no coração, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;um sorriso nos lábios - e tudo bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-7902457843538028549?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7902457843538028549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=7902457843538028549' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/7902457843538028549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/7902457843538028549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/go.html' title='- go'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S_3XHj1JNhI/AAAAAAAAAV8/agucCAd3zKE/s72-c/71.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-854487205602966625</id><published>2010-05-24T15:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:13:24.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- criado mudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S_rAbWhZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAV0/CAX-pEXM2GY/s1600/2252783888_9880aeb28b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S_rAbWhZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAV0/CAX-pEXM2GY/s320/2252783888_9880aeb28b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Eu acho que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;tenho certeza daquilo que eu quero agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;daquilo que &lt;strong&gt;mando embora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;daquilo que me demora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;eu acho que tenho certeza daquilo que me conforma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;daquilo que quero entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e &lt;strong&gt;não acomodar com o que incomoda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;não acomodar com o que incomoda, mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quando eu vou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é quando eu acho que onde é que eu tô&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é pouco e tanto faz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;seja o que for, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;seja o que surge e some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;seja o que consome mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seja o que consome mas... faz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e a historia que nem passou por nós &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;direito ainda, pr'onde é que foi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e a historia que nem passou por nós &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;direito ainda, pr'onde é que... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;foi!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;- se esvai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-854487205602966625?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/854487205602966625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=854487205602966625' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/854487205602966625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/854487205602966625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/criado-mudo.html' title='- criado mudo'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S_rAbWhZ5WI/AAAAAAAAAV0/CAX-pEXM2GY/s72-c/2252783888_9880aeb28b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-3455054502060354857</id><published>2010-05-24T01:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T01:12:55.545-03:00</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/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S_n8f1ABWNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/S_-oi67wsvw/s1600/3658753910_7f03f5539c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S_n8f1ABWNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/S_-oi67wsvw/s320/3658753910_7f03f5539c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Não deixe de acreditar no amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;mas certifique-se de estar entregando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;seu coração para alguém que dê valor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;aos mesmos sentimentos que você dá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- é hora de desatar o nó fictício. (Y)&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/6415349332148463620-3455054502060354857?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3455054502060354857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=3455054502060354857' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/3455054502060354857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/3455054502060354857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='- ;)'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S_n8f1ABWNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/S_-oi67wsvw/s72-c/3658753910_7f03f5539c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-2056993750248342010</id><published>2010-05-21T15:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T15:29:52.141-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- dia clichê</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S_bQCA8wrYI/AAAAAAAAAVk/eQff1SmNk3Q/s1600/001sqzc8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S_bQCA8wrYI/AAAAAAAAAVk/eQff1SmNk3Q/s320/001sqzc8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;(...) O que era a minha dor, afinal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;em comparação com a felicidade dela? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ela devia ser capaz de sorrir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;livre do medo e do perigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Livre de esperar por um futuro sem alma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ela merecia mais que isso. Ela merecia mais que eu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Quando ela deixasse esse mundo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;ela deveria ir para um lugar melhor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;que foi pra sempre trancado pra mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;não importava o quanto eu me comportasse bem aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;A idéia da separação final era muito mais intensa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;do que a dor que eu já sentia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Meu corpo tremeu com ela. Quando Bella fosse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;para o lugar onde ela pertencia e eu nunca poderia ir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;eu não ficaria pra trás aqui. Deve haver o esquecimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Deve haver o alívio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Essa era a minha esperança, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;mas não haviam garantias. Dormir, por acaso sonhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Sim, há a dor, eu citei para mim mesmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando eu virasse cinzas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;será que mesmo assim de alguma forma eu ainda &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sentiria a tortura da perda dela&lt;/strong&gt;? (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;outtakes twilight saga- edward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;- Quer romance? Leia. É isso que eu faço. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-2056993750248342010?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2056993750248342010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=2056993750248342010' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/2056993750248342010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/2056993750248342010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/dia-cliche.html' title='- dia clichê'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S_bQCA8wrYI/AAAAAAAAAVk/eQff1SmNk3Q/s72-c/001sqzc8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-5113150732533353317</id><published>2010-05-19T21:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:35:42.491-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;As vezes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;construímos pequenos sonhos em cima de grandes pessoas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;mas com o passar do tempo, percebemos que grandes mesmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;eram os sonhos e as pessoas &lt;strong&gt;pequenas demais para eles&lt;/strong&gt;. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S_SDYhoGsyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/rE6mOAqAatU/s1600/quardachuva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S_SDYhoGsyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/rE6mOAqAatU/s320/quardachuva.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Porque eu apenas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendi&lt;/strong&gt; a afastar de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;tudo que me faz mal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;meu coração chama isso de egoísmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;mas minha razão chama isso de &lt;strong&gt;amor própio&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/6415349332148463620-5113150732533353317?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5113150732533353317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=5113150732533353317' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5113150732533353317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5113150732533353317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes.html' title='- sometimes'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S_SDYhoGsyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/rE6mOAqAatU/s72-c/quardachuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-8568748232329688492</id><published>2010-05-17T13:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T13:47:45.995-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S_FzEVkI75I/AAAAAAAAAVU/ekjWx7P9Tyk/s1600/32667_Vanessa_Hudgens_-_Parade_Magazine_photoshoot_162_122_108lo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S_FzEVkI75I/AAAAAAAAAVU/ekjWx7P9Tyk/s320/32667_Vanessa_Hudgens_-_Parade_Magazine_photoshoot_162_122_108lo.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E recomeçar é doloroso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Faz-se necessário investigar &lt;strong&gt;novas verdades&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;adequar &lt;strong&gt;novos valores e conceitos&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Não cabe reconstruir duas vezes a mesma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;vida numa só existência. É por isso que me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esquivo&lt;/strong&gt; e deslizo por entre as chamas do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;pequeno fogo, porque elas &lt;strong&gt;queimam&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e &lt;strong&gt;queimar também destrói&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E hoje é dia desse trecho de remember me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;O que quer que você faça na vida será &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;insignificante. Mas é muito importante que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;você o faça... porque ninguém mais o fará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&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/6415349332148463620-8568748232329688492?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8568748232329688492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=8568748232329688492' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/8568748232329688492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/8568748232329688492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/burn.html' title='- burn'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S_FzEVkI75I/AAAAAAAAAVU/ekjWx7P9Tyk/s72-c/32667_Vanessa_Hudgens_-_Parade_Magazine_photoshoot_162_122_108lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-593119455900463148</id><published>2010-05-13T13:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T13:15:56.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- apaixone-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S-wlWEsG8FI/AAAAAAAAAVM/2gPMf5Tel1Q/s1600/owm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S-wlWEsG8FI/AAAAAAAAAVM/2gPMf5Tel1Q/s320/owm.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Apaixone-se pela manhã,que em todos os dias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;te &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;levanta com os pés firmes no chão&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Apaixone-se pelas canções, que mesmo quando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;todos se calam, elas ainda sussurram o refrão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;em seus ouvidos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Apaixone-se pelo hoje,que te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;faz respirar, enxergar, sentir, viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Apaixone por você, pois não existirá ninguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;melhor para se amar do que a si mesmo, pois &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;só descobrimos o que é amor, quando nos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;apaixonamos primeiramente por nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Apaixone-se pela vida, ela é o único presente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;que você diz que não pediu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;mas que jamais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;deseja perder&lt;/span&gt;. Apaixone-se mil vezes pela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;mesma coisa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;se esse sentimento te faz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;crescer, &lt;/span&gt;apaixone-se cada dia mais e mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;O tempo vai passar, e com ele você irá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;envelhecer... E nessa rotina da vida, nunca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;se esqueça... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Apaixone-se mil vezes por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt;, seja em qual época ou lugar for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APAIXONE-SE&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/6415349332148463620-593119455900463148?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/593119455900463148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=593119455900463148' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/593119455900463148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/593119455900463148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/apaixone-se.html' title='- apaixone-se'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S-wlWEsG8FI/AAAAAAAAAVM/2gPMf5Tel1Q/s72-c/owm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-4829189638958264011</id><published>2010-05-12T00:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:11:01.785-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- dia de sentir.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S-oO65L0R-I/AAAAAAAAAVE/-vHsLDzb7QE/s1600/Famosos+(17)1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S-oO65L0R-I/AAAAAAAAAVE/-vHsLDzb7QE/s320/Famosos+(17)1.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Hoje é dia de chuvinha batendo na janela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;aff... sinônimo de &lt;strong&gt;dia de saudade&lt;/strong&gt;,&amp;nbsp;de sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Incrível como ficamos tão vulneráveis só por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;conta de uma mudança de clima... or or ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;To eu aqui lembrando algumas fases...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;incrível mais ainda, como tudo nessa vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;passa, e como a gente ama de tantas e variadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;formas. E como muitas vezes as pessoas gostam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;da gente e a gente manda as pessoas embora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;já fiz tanto isso sem dar ao menos 1 chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Lembro bem de um bilhete após eu me arrepender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;onde tinham me mandado dizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;"não se preocupe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;passou comigo, passará com vc tbm, pois tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;passa não é? tudo sempre passará!".&lt;/span&gt; UAU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Cruel, aquilo pra mim foi crueldade... mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;sejamos sinceros, nada mais justo quando se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;ouve juras de amor e se menospreza sorrindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;da pessoa... é... eu era fria. Estava fria, corrigindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mas não durou tanto, voltei a minha essência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;o amor... faz parte de mim, é o que da-nos a razão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;de continuar tentando, acreditando que algo novo virá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;sim, e que vc continuará amando muitas pessoas nessa vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Eu nasci pro amor, é ruim demais ter um coração vazio... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;triste daqueles que desperdiçam&amp;nbsp;o amor verdadeiro&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;não sabem eles, que seriam sempre especiais.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Mas espero que lembrem depois, que especiais, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não quer dizer únicos&lt;/strong&gt;. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-4829189638958264011?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4829189638958264011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=4829189638958264011' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/4829189638958264011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/4829189638958264011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/dia-de-sentir.html' title='- dia de sentir.'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S-oO65L0R-I/AAAAAAAAAVE/-vHsLDzb7QE/s72-c/Famosos+(17)1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-5588266906258563843</id><published>2010-05-10T13:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:29:52.027-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- lanterna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S-g0TssdZLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ybEaXbWBclI/s1600/Menina%2Bn%25C3%25A3o%2Bentra%2B(15).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S-g0TssdZLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ybEaXbWBclI/s320/Menina%2Bn%25C3%25A3o%2Bentra%2B(15).jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Quando tá escuro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E ninguém te ouve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Quando chega a noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E você pode chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Há uma luz no túnel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Dos desesperados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Há um cais de porto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Pra quem precisa chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Eu tô na lanterna dos afogados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Eu tô te esperando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Vê se não vai demorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Uma noite longa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Pra uma vida curta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mas já não me importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Basta poder te ajudar&lt;br /&gt;E são tantas marcas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Que já fazem parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Do que eu sou agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mais ainda sei me virar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- se você não pode mudar seu destino, mude sua atitude.&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/6415349332148463620-5588266906258563843?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5588266906258563843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=5588266906258563843' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5588266906258563843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5588266906258563843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/lanterna.html' title='- lanterna'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S-g0TssdZLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ybEaXbWBclI/s72-c/Menina%2Bn%25C3%25A3o%2Bentra%2B(15).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-611335343898525301</id><published>2010-05-07T23:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T23:19:34.447-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- cadê todo mundo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S-TKChmeosI/AAAAAAAAAUs/v9ttQ4YcrSg/s1600/78.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S-TKChmeosI/AAAAAAAAAUs/v9ttQ4YcrSg/s320/78.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Os amigos são a família que nos permitiram escolher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Graças a Deus que os temos... porque conta sanquínea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;não quer dizer nada, a cada dia que passa vejo isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Precisamos é agradecer os presentes que são os amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;nas nossas vidas, os amigos verdadeiros, aqueles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;dignos de irmãndade. Os irmãos, primos de consideração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Hoje, depois de tanta coisa que já passamos e ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;passo, consigo contar nos dedos, com quem eu posso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;contar na tal conta sanguínea. E isso é triste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;nas festas, era tudo tão unido. É...&amp;nbsp;só não&amp;nbsp;precise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Alguns, poucos... amo cada vez mais... um amor sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;limites. &lt;strike&gt;Outros, bastam no porta-retrato.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- família é quem você escolhe pra viver, é quem você escolhe pra você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-611335343898525301?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/611335343898525301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=611335343898525301' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/611335343898525301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/611335343898525301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/cade-todo-mundo.html' title='- cadê todo mundo?'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S-TKChmeosI/AAAAAAAAAUs/v9ttQ4YcrSg/s72-c/78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-745768179891270259</id><published>2010-05-06T23:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T23:14:31.518-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- fé.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S-N3JtQswdI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bdr4cur8iF0/s1600/63.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S-N3JtQswdI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bdr4cur8iF0/s320/63.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei que os Seus olhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre atentos permanecem em mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E os Teus ouvidos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estão sensíveis para ouvir meu clamor&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posso até chorar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #990000; color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #990000;"&gt;Mas alegria vem de manhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;És Deus de perto também de longe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nunca mudastes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu és &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;fiel&lt;/span&gt;! (...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo pode passar, tudo pode mudar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Tua palavra vai se cumprir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Posso enfrentar o que for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Eu sei Quem luta por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seus planos não podem ser frustrados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha esperança está&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas mãos do Grande Eu Sou. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Meus olhos vão ver o impossível &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[Porque ver minha tia hoje olhando nos meus olhos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;me vendo, sorrindo pra mim e levantando o braço... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;foi o maior presente que eu poderia ganhar hoje. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;- Eu agradeço a Deus, que tem o seu tempo, seu jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-745768179891270259?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/745768179891270259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=745768179891270259' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/745768179891270259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/745768179891270259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/fe.html' title='- fé.'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S-N3JtQswdI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bdr4cur8iF0/s72-c/63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-6253537275879511071</id><published>2010-05-05T14:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T14:13:39.154-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- iluminar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S-GnKZA8uQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/PGNh2Iw-nhE/s1600/lnCAXCHZLE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S-GnKZA8uQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/PGNh2Iw-nhE/s320/lnCAXCHZLE.jpg" tt="true" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;A qualquer hora o mundo pode confundir sua cabeça;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;É preciso ter amor para enfrentar o que aconteça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Se é pressão que impede de ter a cabeça boa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;É preciso ter coragem e aprender a voar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Pensa e cuida do seu coração, não se engane em tanta ilusão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Temos tantas coisas pra viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iluminar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;É tempo de iluminar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Não vou desistir se nada mudou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Se nem um amor tiver, eu vou dizer &lt;strong&gt;não&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu vou é cantar pro Sol e vou desejar com fé&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E vou enfeitar de flor, o mundo que eu puder&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;- leve com você só o que foi bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-6253537275879511071?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6253537275879511071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=6253537275879511071' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6253537275879511071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6253537275879511071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/iluminar.html' title='- iluminar.'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S-GnKZA8uQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/PGNh2Iw-nhE/s72-c/lnCAXCHZLE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-8145608389571038631</id><published>2010-05-02T23:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:04:06.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Descobri que sou idiota</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S94vAjblTDI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zX9l21E8Bek/s1600/Ashley+(18).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S94vAjblTDI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zX9l21E8Bek/s320/Ashley+(18).jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Nos dias de hoje, ser idiota é um privilégio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Os idiotas de hoje são aqueles que conseguem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;sorrir mesmo quando a dor aperta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;São aqueles que ainda dizem eu te amo olhando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;nos olhos, que valorizam abraços e gostam de andar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;de mãos dadas. Idiotas são aqueles que crêem num &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;sentimento sincero, que ainda esperam encontrar um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;amor perfeito. São aqueles que não ligam para o que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;os outros dizem, eles se dão por completo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Idiota é aquele que pede desculpa mesmo sem ter errado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;que pede licença, que dá bom dia, boa tarde, boa noite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Que pergunta "como vai?", "precisa de alguma coisa?", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;"ta tudo bem?". É aquele que não esquece nem do amigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;que não dá mais notícias, aquele que lembra da infância e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;comemora o quanto foi bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Idiota é aquele que ri de si próprio, que brinca de descobrir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;desenhos em nuvens, que anda descalço e toma banho de chuva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Que estende a mão pra ajudar quem for, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;que faz o bem sem olhar a quem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Idiotas se divertem. Idiotas tem amigos. Idiotas amam. Idiotas são felizes !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-8145608389571038631?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8145608389571038631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=8145608389571038631' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/8145608389571038631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/8145608389571038631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/descobri-que-sou-idiota.html' title='- Descobri que sou idiota'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S94vAjblTDI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zX9l21E8Bek/s72-c/Ashley+(18).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-3012408996331302600</id><published>2010-04-30T00:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:56:21.802-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- s2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S9pTCeUQGDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Hqn8K_3PCtQ/s1600/cristina_aguilera.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S9pTCeUQGDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Hqn8K_3PCtQ/s320/cristina_aguilera.gif" tt="true" /&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;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Porque hoje a noite é&amp;nbsp;digna de lema M&amp;amp;M's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Porque &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;BOM&lt;/span&gt; é quando faz &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;MAL&lt;/span&gt; =D kkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Da -46! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;é cada coisa hilária... tanta gente quadrada. ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Porque quando as M&amp;amp;M's são ruins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;são melhores ainda! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Adoooorooooooooooooo \o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;No mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Sorri demais hoje o dia inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e isso &lt;strong&gt;valeu a pena&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coraçãããããããããOOOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;- o bom da vida chega, quando vc já não espera nada em troca. (Y)&lt;/strike&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/6415349332148463620-3012408996331302600?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3012408996331302600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=3012408996331302600' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/3012408996331302600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/3012408996331302600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/s2.html' title='- s2'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S9pTCeUQGDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Hqn8K_3PCtQ/s72-c/cristina_aguilera.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-6838412581029147955</id><published>2010-04-28T12:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T12:58:04.766-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- ahn? rs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S9haYWnqUBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uQBgwJIdYpw/s1600/Ashley+(10).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S9haYWnqUBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uQBgwJIdYpw/s1600/Ashley+(10).jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;O&amp;nbsp;que realmente me completa ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;são as pequenas maravilhas deste mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;× as cores do amanhecer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;× a imensidão e força do mar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;× a família de sangue e a de coração;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;× as artes como forma de expressão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;× um &lt;strong&gt;sorriso verdadeiro&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;× o brilho de um olhar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;× o amor incondicional;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;× a maneira que o universo se expressa diante de nossos olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;=D soriiiia meu beem, sorriiiaa!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;|parabéns pra minha mana linda que hoje faz seus 18 aninhos =D anaaa! felicidades! Te amo muuuuito!|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-6838412581029147955?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6838412581029147955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=6838412581029147955' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6838412581029147955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6838412581029147955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/ahn-rs.html' title='- ahn? rs'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S9haYWnqUBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uQBgwJIdYpw/s72-c/Ashley+(10).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-1267914851357969050</id><published>2010-04-26T20:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:19:35.421-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- não sei.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S9YfLkXDFtI/AAAAAAAAAT4/vi_2i6UWidQ/s1600/Ashley+(6).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S9YfLkXDFtI/AAAAAAAAAT4/vi_2i6UWidQ/s320/Ashley+(6).jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Não me deem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;fórmulas certas, por que eu não espero acertar sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Não me mostrem o que esperam de mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;por que vou seguir &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;MEU CORAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Não me façam ser quem não sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Não me convidem a ser igual, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;por que sinceramente sou diferente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NAO SEI AMAR PELA METADE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Não sei viver só de mentira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Não sei voar de pés no chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Sou sempre eu mesma, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;mas com certeza não serei a mesma sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;- atitudes, porque palavras, o vento leva. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-1267914851357969050?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1267914851357969050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=1267914851357969050' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/1267914851357969050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/1267914851357969050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/nao-sei.html' title='- não sei.'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S9YfLkXDFtI/AAAAAAAAAT4/vi_2i6UWidQ/s72-c/Ashley+(6).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-362344031990988597</id><published>2010-04-24T23:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:39:25.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- de tudo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S9OnObzl3YI/AAAAAAAAATw/tN0iCIGAZSc/s1600/002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S9OnObzl3YI/AAAAAAAAATw/tN0iCIGAZSc/s320/002.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Melhor interromper o processo em meio: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;quando se conhece o fim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;quando se sabe que doerá muito mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;— por que ir em frente? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Não há sentido: melhor escapar deixando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;uma lembrança qualquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;— qualquer coisa que depois de muito tempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;a gente possa olhar e sorrir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;mesmo sem saber por quê. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Melhor do que não sobrar nada, e que esse nada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;seja áspero como um tempo perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Tinha terminado, então. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Porque a gente, alguma coisa dentro da gente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;sempre sabe exatamente quando termina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mas de tudo isso, me ficaram coisas tão boas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Uma lembrança boa de você, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;uma vontade de cuidar melhor de mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;de ser melhor para mim e para os outros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;De não morrer, de não sufocar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;de continuar sentindo encantamento por alguma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;outra pessoa que o futuro trará, porque sempre traz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e então não repetir nenhum comportamento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ser novo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;i'm so tired. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;as pessoas jogam sentimentos fora...=x&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-362344031990988597?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/362344031990988597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=362344031990988597' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/362344031990988597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/362344031990988597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/de-tudo.html' title='- de tudo...'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S9OnObzl3YI/AAAAAAAAATw/tN0iCIGAZSc/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-3389464378935784941</id><published>2010-04-20T19:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T19:59:33.328-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- ta no coração.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S84vICNNlEI/AAAAAAAAATo/hsSl0a9j-qQ/s1600/ujhfh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S84vICNNlEI/AAAAAAAAATo/hsSl0a9j-qQ/s320/ujhfh.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Repetindo a foto porque foi a nossa última foto juntos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;porque esse fim de semana o céu ganhou mais uma estrela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ô vÔ, que faaaalta o senhor faz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Pra quem nunca teve um pai, como eu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;ele sempre foi o exemplo mais do que perfeito de pai, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;de avô, de marido, de homem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E foi lindo demais quando eu vi além da vizinhança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;inteira ali naquele terraço para vê-lo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e dos milhares de carros na rua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e pessoas que vinham de longe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;de cidades vizinhas... chegar do nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;até um ônibus de viajem lotadoooo de pessoas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;do bairro onde ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;trabalhava para ver pela última vez, esse exemplo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Dói... mas eu tenho a certeza que ele está com Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e isso me conforta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mas a saudade... essa... só cresce a cada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;dia que passa. Ainda escuto a voz dele dizendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;em&gt;Ô galego vem cá&lt;/em&gt;..." pra me fazer cócegas =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Vai em paz vÔ, vai com Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-3389464378935784941?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3389464378935784941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=3389464378935784941' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/3389464378935784941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/3389464378935784941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/ta-no-coracao.html' title='- ta no coração.'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S84vICNNlEI/AAAAAAAAATo/hsSl0a9j-qQ/s72-c/ujhfh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-5939285325524958919</id><published>2010-04-16T20:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T20:06:41.644-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- bonito é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S8js25Wib7I/AAAAAAAAATg/-CUDNuIC8dA/s1600/louis-vuitton-takashi-murakami-cosmic-blossom-collection-front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S8js25Wib7I/AAAAAAAAATg/-CUDNuIC8dA/s320/louis-vuitton-takashi-murakami-cosmic-blossom-collection-front.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;bonito são as &lt;strong&gt;palavras simples sinceras e significativas&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;é o &lt;strong&gt;sorriso que vem de dentro&lt;/strong&gt; do brilho do olhar; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;é o &lt;strong&gt;Sol que vem depois da noite de chuva&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;bonito é &lt;strong&gt;chorar quando sentir vontade&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e deixar cair às lágrimas &lt;strong&gt;sem vergonha ou medo de crítica&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bonito é continuar sendo a gente em qualquer situação&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;há certas horas que só queremos a mão no ombro, o abraço apertado, ou mesmo o estar ali , quietinho , ao lado .. sem nada dizer .&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-5939285325524958919?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5939285325524958919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=5939285325524958919' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5939285325524958919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5939285325524958919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/bonito-e.html' title='- bonito é...'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S8js25Wib7I/AAAAAAAAATg/-CUDNuIC8dA/s72-c/louis-vuitton-takashi-murakami-cosmic-blossom-collection-front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-2629516962057141926</id><published>2010-04-14T18:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T18:51:52.241-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S8Y4ovEXeCI/AAAAAAAAATY/7nqL3fX29RQ/s1600/louis_vuitton_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S8Y4ovEXeCI/AAAAAAAAATY/7nqL3fX29RQ/s320/louis_vuitton_1.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Quem disse que ser adulto é ser ranzinza? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Um ditado tibetano diz que &lt;strong&gt;se um problema é grande demais&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não pense nele&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;se ele é pequeno demais, pra quê pensar nele?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Dá pra ser um homem de negócios e tomar iogurte com o dedo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;ou uma advogada de sucesso que &lt;strong&gt;adora rir de si mesma por ser estabanada&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que realmente não dá é continuarmos achando que viver é out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;.jabour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;|pense nisso|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;That girl is &lt;strong&gt;so dangerous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;That girl is so dangerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;That girl is a &lt;strong&gt;bad girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;I've seen her type before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;she's so dangerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;That girl is so dangerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;That girl is a bad girl (6)'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;traduz bem meu momento. =D&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/6415349332148463620-2629516962057141926?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2629516962057141926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=2629516962057141926' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/2629516962057141926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/2629516962057141926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/out.html' title='- out?'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S8Y4ovEXeCI/AAAAAAAAATY/7nqL3fX29RQ/s72-c/louis_vuitton_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-8079972371360574263</id><published>2010-04-13T12:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T12:00:30.101-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- verbo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S8SG7y59nRI/AAAAAAAAATQ/iwfntWcZOGY/s1600/avatar_1237060062.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S8SG7y59nRI/AAAAAAAAATQ/iwfntWcZOGY/s320/avatar_1237060062.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Todo sujeito é livre para conjugar o verbo que quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Todo verbo é livre para ser direto ou indireto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Nenhum predicado será prejudicado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Nem tampouco a frase, nem a crase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Nem a vírgula e ponto final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Afinal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;a má gramática da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Nos põe entre pausas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Entre vírgulas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E estar entre vírgulas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Pode ser aposto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E eu aposto o oposto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Que vou cativar a todos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Sendo apenas um sujeito simples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Um sujeito e sua visão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Sua pressa e sua prece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Que enxerguemos o fato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;De termos acessórios para a nossa oração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Adjuntos ou separados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Nominais ou não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Façamos parte do contexto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Sejamos todas as capas de edição especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Mas, porém, contudo, todavia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Sejamos também a contracapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Porque ser a capa e ser contracapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;É a beleza da contradição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;É negar a si mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E negar-se a si mesmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;É muitas vezes encontrar-se com Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Com o teu Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Senhoras e Senhores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Que nesse momento em que cada um se encontra agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Um possa se encontrar no outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;E o outro no um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Até por que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Tem horas que a gente se pergunta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Porque é que não se junta tudo numa coisa só?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;anitelli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-8079972371360574263?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8079972371360574263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=8079972371360574263' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/8079972371360574263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/8079972371360574263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/verbo.html' title='- verbo'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S8SG7y59nRI/AAAAAAAAATQ/iwfntWcZOGY/s72-c/avatar_1237060062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-4842285404711870617</id><published>2010-04-12T01:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T01:39:59.217-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- simples</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S8Kj9KMXYBI/AAAAAAAAATI/8uQ67rzQu2k/s1600/bolha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S8Kj9KMXYBI/AAAAAAAAATI/8uQ67rzQu2k/s320/bolha.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Não é preciso mostrar beleza aos cegos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;nem dizer verdade aos surdos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Basta não mentir para quem te escuta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;nem decepcionar os olhos de quem te vê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;(Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não deixe de sorrir, pois não vai encontrar quem vá sorrir por ti. ;)&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/6415349332148463620-4842285404711870617?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4842285404711870617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=4842285404711870617' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/4842285404711870617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/4842285404711870617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/simples.html' title='- simples'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S8Kj9KMXYBI/AAAAAAAAATI/8uQ67rzQu2k/s72-c/bolha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-6897172209873278974</id><published>2010-04-09T23:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:35:54.307-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Aliança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7_j7qvY5uI/AAAAAAAAATA/Y2k2UnVYWY0/s1600/E_A_GR~1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7_j7qvY5uI/AAAAAAAAATA/Y2k2UnVYWY0/s320/E_A_GR~1.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Sei que os Seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Sempre atentos permanecem em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E os Teus ouvidos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Estão sensíveis para ouvir meu clamor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posso até chorar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas alegria vem de manhã.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;És Deus de perto também de longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;nunca mudastes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu és fiel!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Deus de aliança, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Deus de promessas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Deus que não é homem pra mentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Tudo pode passar, tudo pode mudar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mas Tua palavra vai se cumprir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posso enfrentar o que for,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sei Quem luta por mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Seus planos não podem ser frustrados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha esperança está&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas mãos do Grande&lt;/strong&gt; Eu Sou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meus olhos vão ver o impossível &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acontecer...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;[vais e cumprir... creia!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;- Porque há momentos em que eu acordo e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;apenas quero que tudo esteja no seu lugar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;bem como era antes. Fé! E eu seei que TUDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;vai dar certo, está tudo entregue nas mãos de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Deus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Pra completar... Eu me sinto frágil, e eu odeio isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-6897172209873278974?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6897172209873278974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=6897172209873278974' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6897172209873278974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6897172209873278974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/alianca.html' title='- Aliança'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7_j7qvY5uI/AAAAAAAAATA/Y2k2UnVYWY0/s72-c/E_A_GR~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-5727350039899414848</id><published>2010-04-07T10:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T10:46:40.689-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7yMfmROneI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KxVO1M3yVqc/s1600/2njg2ko.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7yMfmROneI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KxVO1M3yVqc/s320/2njg2ko.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Quantas vezes nós pensamos em &lt;strong&gt;desistir,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deixar de lado&lt;/strong&gt; o ideal e os sonhos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Quantas vezes batemos em retirada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;com o &lt;strong&gt;coração amargurado&lt;/strong&gt; pela injustiça;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Quantas vezes sentimos o peso da responsabilidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;sem ter com quem dividir;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Quantas vezes sentimos &lt;strong&gt;solidão&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;mesmo cercados de pessoas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Quantas vezes falamos, sem sermos notados;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas vezes lutamos por uma causa perdida&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Quantas vezes voltamos para casa com a sensação de &lt;strong&gt;derrota&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Quanta vezes aquela lágrima, teima em cair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;justamente na hora em que precisamos parecer &lt;strong&gt;fortes&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Quantas vezes pedimos a &lt;strong&gt;Deus&lt;/strong&gt; um pouco de&lt;strong&gt; força,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;um pouco de &lt;strong&gt;luz;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E a resposta vem, seja lá como for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;um &lt;strong&gt;sorriso,&lt;/strong&gt; um &lt;strong&gt;olhar&lt;/strong&gt; cúmplice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;um cartãozinho, um bilhete, um &lt;strong&gt;gesto&lt;/strong&gt; de amor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E a gente &lt;strong&gt;insiste.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Insiste em &lt;strong&gt;prosseguir&lt;/strong&gt;, em &lt;strong&gt;acreditar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;em &lt;strong&gt;transformar&lt;/strong&gt;, em &lt;strong&gt;dividir&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;em &lt;strong&gt;estar,&lt;/strong&gt; em &lt;strong&gt;ser&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E Deus insiste em nos abençoar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em nos mostrar o caminho...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;vê-lo fez tudo dentro de mim andar em câmera lenta, menos meu coração, acelerado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-5727350039899414848?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5727350039899414848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=5727350039899414848' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5727350039899414848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5727350039899414848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/caminho.html' title='- caminho'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7yMfmROneI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KxVO1M3yVqc/s72-c/2njg2ko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-2942512014057058063</id><published>2010-04-06T09:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T09:36:15.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- SE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7spA_TZiZI/AAAAAAAAASw/pAi1ZzU4Sd8/s1600/xpzi40_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7spA_TZiZI/AAAAAAAAASw/pAi1ZzU4Sd8/s320/xpzi40_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Só porque o tal do 'SE' no dia-a-dia... ta me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;enchendo! (Y) Se... Se... Se as pessoas soubessem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;mais o quanto a vida é curta... não viveriam de SE's. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Se for pra viver de SE's, que sejam esses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Se for pra matar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Que seja a saudade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Se for pra roubar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Que roube um Beijo,&lt;br /&gt;Se for para enganar, que seja o estômago;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Se for para chorar, que seja de alegria;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Se for para mentir, que seja a idade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Se for para perder,que seja o medo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Se for para cair,que seja na gandaia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Se existir guerra, que seja de travesseiros;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Se existir fome,que seja de amor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Se for para &lt;strong&gt;ser feliz&lt;/strong&gt;, que seja &lt;strong&gt;o tempo todo&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;- tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;F.P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-2942512014057058063?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2942512014057058063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=2942512014057058063' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/2942512014057058063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/2942512014057058063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/se.html' title='- SE'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7spA_TZiZI/AAAAAAAAASw/pAi1ZzU4Sd8/s72-c/xpzi40_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-1808552036476209613</id><published>2010-04-04T23:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:27:54.455-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- true</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7lKYBBzdWI/AAAAAAAAASo/27H1E8ZYKEY/s1600/avril_image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7lKYBBzdWI/AAAAAAAAASo/27H1E8ZYKEY/s320/avril_image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Na vida tudo passa, isso é fato... eu sou a prova viva disso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e você com certeza também é. Todos nós somos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;O&amp;nbsp;que te fazia rir antes, hoje já não tem mais graça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Tudo muda, tudo troca de lugar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;o&amp;nbsp;filme pode até ser&amp;nbsp;o mesmo só que o elenco&amp;nbsp;sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;tem que mudar. Questão de necessidade, não porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;você é fraca pra permanecer no mesmo lugar, mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;exatamente porque você é forte o suficiente pra continuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e seguir em frente, sejá lá pra onde for que teu caminho te leve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;ou ele nem te leve a lugar algum, mas só pelo despertar, você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;já vai enxergar tudo de forma diferente... tudo novo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;digno de se aventurar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mas se&amp;nbsp;não for pra ser feliz, é melhor largar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Então se ligue e busque a sua felicidade, só que lembre-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;que pra existir história tem que existir &lt;strong&gt;verdade&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iria&lt;/strong&gt; só até o fim, &lt;strong&gt;daria&lt;/strong&gt; tudo e mais um pouco de mim&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;(Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-1808552036476209613?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1808552036476209613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=1808552036476209613' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/1808552036476209613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/1808552036476209613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/true.html' title='- true'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7lKYBBzdWI/AAAAAAAAASo/27H1E8ZYKEY/s72-c/avril_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-7103078600996632945</id><published>2010-04-03T21:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:13:30.514-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7fZOTcmK4I/AAAAAAAAASg/ZiKJ9okMAgQ/s1600/Famosos+(19)1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7fZOTcmK4I/AAAAAAAAASg/ZiKJ9okMAgQ/s320/Famosos+(19)1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Se o mundo é mesmo parecido com o que vejo prefiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;acreditar no mundo do meu jeito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e voce estava esperando voar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;mas como chegar até as nuvens com os pes no chão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E muitas vezes não descubro o motivo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;que me explica porque é que não consigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;ver sentido no que sinto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;tudo acontece ao mesmo tempo, nem eu mesma sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;mais o que esta acontecendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;se voce quiser alguém &lt;strike&gt;para ser só seu&lt;/strike&gt;, é só não se esquecer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;estarei aqui. não digo nada, espero o vendaval passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;por enquanto eu não sei, o que voce me falou me fez rir e pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Se voce quiser alguém &lt;strike&gt;para ser só seu&lt;/strike&gt;, é só n se esquecer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;estarei aqui, ou então não terá jamais a chave do meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;renato russo&lt;/span&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Viva a vida mais leve... Não deixe que ela escorregue, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;que te cause mais dor! (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-7103078600996632945?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7103078600996632945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=7103078600996632945' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/7103078600996632945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/7103078600996632945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/mundo.html' title='- mundo'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7fZOTcmK4I/AAAAAAAAASg/ZiKJ9okMAgQ/s72-c/Famosos+(19)1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-5021002392380521520</id><published>2010-04-02T17:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T17:44:59.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- cadê?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7ZWezojNaI/AAAAAAAAASY/BfxIWcbAO78/s1600/Famosos+(29)1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7ZWezojNaI/AAAAAAAAASY/BfxIWcbAO78/s200/Famosos+(29)1.jpg" width="117" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mais um dia de rotina normal... porém eis que surge algo inacreditável... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ops, então o dia não está tão normal assim! Acho que vi errado, claro... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;não? Realmente é ... estão chamando você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Diante da conversa super inacreditável do pai... um "noivo?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Sorrisos demais, brincadeiras demais... hoje não é mais 1º de abril! rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Noooops! Já diz aquele velho e bom ditado 'quando a esmola é demais, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;o santo desconfia...' E então mesmo depois de ter certeza de que era comigo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;eu deixei passar... acostumada com a realidade, eu não queria esperar o momento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;em que veria que aquilo aparentemente perfeito era mais uma ilusão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Era príncipe encantado demaaais e isso não existe! ... (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;será? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ou a gente sempre vai deixar as coisas passarem nas nossas vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;assim? sem nem ao menos ter coragem de ver do que se trata de fato?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Porque a gente procura e pede tanto algo, e seeeempre desconfia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;quando há uma possibilidade da tal felicidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Já era... você vai procurar onde? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;É nessa hora que bate o arrependimento... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e aí eu me pergunto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cadê&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;|silêncio...|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Se arrependa de ter feito algo, do que de não ter feito. Dói menos&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-5021002392380521520?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5021002392380521520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=5021002392380521520' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5021002392380521520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5021002392380521520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/cade.html' title='- cadê?'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7ZWezojNaI/AAAAAAAAASY/BfxIWcbAO78/s72-c/Famosos+(29)1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-2192873870319321243</id><published>2010-04-01T20:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T20:33:37.471-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- go away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7UtJgTBJrI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Acgi7fbXC3U/s1600/Miley-Cyrus-photoshoot-ashlee-simpson-vs-miley-cyrus-7916178-345-463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7UtJgTBJrI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Acgi7fbXC3U/s320/Miley-Cyrus-photoshoot-ashlee-simpson-vs-miley-cyrus-7916178-345-463.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E quem só quis se banhar no luar de um lindo amor, e jamais sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Plantou o amor sem ter que preocupar se ia colher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Insitiu tentar em fazer brotar, perceber a chave para a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Quando você acordar não deixe de agradecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Joga a tristeza no ar que o melhor é viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Insistir, tentar. Do amor provar, se não deu valeu, nunca é tarde pra recomeçar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Se perguntarem sobre um novo sonhador, sou eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Se perguntarem sobre o medo do amor, morreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Eu estou cheia de vida, cheia vida e amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e quem duvida,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;E a historia que nem passou por nós direito ainda, pr'onde é que foi?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Catch a fire em tudo que lhe causa dor! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-2192873870319321243?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2192873870319321243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=2192873870319321243' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/2192873870319321243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/2192873870319321243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/go-away.html' title='- go away'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7UtJgTBJrI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Acgi7fbXC3U/s72-c/Miley-Cyrus-photoshoot-ashlee-simpson-vs-miley-cyrus-7916178-345-463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-7200626616900153625</id><published>2010-03-31T21:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:01:51.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- to indo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7PiONrR7AI/AAAAAAAAASI/35F6KqylW2E/s1600/avril-lavigne-black-star-fragrance-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7PiONrR7AI/AAAAAAAAASI/35F6KqylW2E/s320/avril-lavigne-black-star-fragrance-15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Sumi porque só faço "besteira" em sua presença, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;fico mudo quando deveria verbalizar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;digo um "absurdo" atrás do outro quando melhor seria silenciar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;faço brincadeiras de "mau gosto" e sofro antes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;durante e depois de te encontrar. Sumi porque pode não haver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;futuro e isso não é o mais difícil de lidar, pior é não ter presente e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;o passado ser mais fluido que o ar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Sumi porque não há o que se possa resgatar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;meu sumiço é covarde mas atento, meio fajuto meio autêntico. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Sumi porque sumir é um jogo de paciência, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;ausentar-se é risco e sapiência, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;pareço desinteressada, mas sumi para estar para sempre do seu lado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;a saudade fará mais por nós dois do que&amp;nbsp;esse sentimento&amp;nbsp;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;sua &lt;strong&gt;desajeitada e irrefletida permanência&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/6415349332148463620-7200626616900153625?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7200626616900153625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=7200626616900153625' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/7200626616900153625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/7200626616900153625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-indo.html' title='- to indo'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7PiONrR7AI/AAAAAAAAASI/35F6KqylW2E/s72-c/avril-lavigne-black-star-fragrance-15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-2372872835043468310</id><published>2010-03-30T20:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T20:22:08.482-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- de longe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7KHRqXaLhI/AAAAAAAAASA/ww3eN_P1UJE/s1600/avril-lavigne-140-n24350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7KHRqXaLhI/AAAAAAAAASA/ww3eN_P1UJE/s320/avril-lavigne-140-n24350.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Só pra saber se vale a pena ficar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;por aqui ou se eu vou embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Se eu vou embora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Eu só queria saber por onde caminhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E não ficar esperando alguém vir me buscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Sentar em frente ao mar pra lembrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;de alguém que há muito não se vê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; o que é bonito me encanta... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas o que é sincero me fascina.&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/6415349332148463620-2372872835043468310?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2372872835043468310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=2372872835043468310' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/2372872835043468310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/2372872835043468310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/de-longe.html' title='- de longe'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7KHRqXaLhI/AAAAAAAAASA/ww3eN_P1UJE/s72-c/avril-lavigne-140-n24350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-3914326250521930134</id><published>2010-03-30T00:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T00:15:29.784-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- no time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7Fsa_yzw1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/WOVmkIG0G98/s1600/am-621-batom-vermelho3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7Fsa_yzw1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/WOVmkIG0G98/s320/am-621-batom-vermelho3.jpg" /&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;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Posso ser leve como uma brisa ou forte como uma ventania,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;depende de quando e como você me vê passar. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;com os pés no chão, mas os mesmos desejos.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-3914326250521930134?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3914326250521930134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=3914326250521930134' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/3914326250521930134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/3914326250521930134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-time.html' title='- no time'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7Fsa_yzw1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/WOVmkIG0G98/s72-c/am-621-batom-vermelho3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-878907274262981823</id><published>2010-03-28T23:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T23:59:40.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'>100</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7AXgKELSqI/AAAAAAAAARw/FDnEKd2Stpo/s1600/AvrilLavigne_01e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7AXgKELSqI/AAAAAAAAARw/FDnEKd2Stpo/s320/AvrilLavigne_01e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;|post de número 100... nem sabia que eu escreveria tanto assim aqui... rs|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Aprendi que não posso exigir o amor de &lt;strong&gt;ninguém,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;posso apenas dar &lt;strong&gt;boas razões&lt;/strong&gt; para que gostem de mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e ter &lt;strong&gt;paciência&lt;/strong&gt; para que a vida faça o resto... (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;A cada dia que vivo, mais me convenço de que o desperdício &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;da vida está &lt;strong&gt;no amor que não damos&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;nas forças que não usamos, na &lt;strong&gt;prudência egoísta&lt;/strong&gt; que nada arrisca, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e que, esquivando-se do sofrimento, &lt;strong&gt;perdemos também a felicidade&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;A dor é inevitável. &lt;strong&gt;O sofrimento é opcional&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Ah! Se eu pudesse entender&amp;nbsp;o que dizem os teus olhos (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-878907274262981823?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/878907274262981823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=878907274262981823' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/878907274262981823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/878907274262981823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/100.html' title='100'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S7AXgKELSqI/AAAAAAAAARw/FDnEKd2Stpo/s72-c/AvrilLavigne_01e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-4662842370774985242</id><published>2010-03-27T19:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:11:47.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- try</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S66B-ZmkctI/AAAAAAAAARg/E_XGpBDgZ48/s1600/avabbey1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S66B-ZmkctI/AAAAAAAAARg/E_XGpBDgZ48/s320/avabbey1.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Toda a experiência adquirida e bem administrada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;na vida é válida e é um aprendizado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;A gente só vai mesmo saber se uma coisa vai ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;não vai dá certo se a gente meter a cara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;pra descobrir; por maior que seja a decepção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;se for comprovado o famoso “eu já sabia”, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;a gente tem mesmo que pagar pra ver; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;pois existe uma remota (mas ainda sim existe) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;chance de estarmos jogando a nossa felicidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;fora pelo simples&amp;nbsp;ato&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;não tentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E&amp;nbsp;lembre-se:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&amp;nbsp;só vale a pena lutar por aquilo que vale a pena possuir... ;)&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/6415349332148463620-4662842370774985242?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4662842370774985242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=4662842370774985242' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/4662842370774985242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/4662842370774985242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/try.html' title='- try'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S66B-ZmkctI/AAAAAAAAARg/E_XGpBDgZ48/s72-c/avabbey1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-1126964188177850120</id><published>2010-03-26T19:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:49:44.491-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- escolha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S6043Gnd8NI/AAAAAAAAARY/eV5eAlh-OYw/s1600/23040_avril_lavigne_012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S6043Gnd8NI/AAAAAAAAARY/eV5eAlh-OYw/s320/23040_avril_lavigne_012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt; Sempre que houver alternativas tenha cuidado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Não opte pelo conveniente, pelo confortável, pelo respeitável, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;pelo socialmente aceitável, pelo honroso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Opte por aquilo que faz o seu coração vibrar&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Opte pelo que gostaria de fazer, apesar de todas as conseqüências&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu só aceito a condição de ter você só pra mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;| &lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;LH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-1126964188177850120?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1126964188177850120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=1126964188177850120' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/1126964188177850120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/1126964188177850120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/escolha.html' title='- escolha'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S6043Gnd8NI/AAAAAAAAARY/eV5eAlh-OYw/s72-c/23040_avril_lavigne_012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-7299059576064837029</id><published>2010-03-25T15:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:16:49.012-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- apenas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S6umv7JVcuI/AAAAAAAAARQ/TB3GdfJk_OA/s1600/vermelho1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S6umv7JVcuI/AAAAAAAAARQ/TB3GdfJk_OA/s320/vermelho1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;O&amp;nbsp;que eu entendo por ser meu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;é tudo que eu posso te dar, o meu amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;mas primeiro eu preciso saber se você vai gostar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;deixa o meu sentimento te falar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;vou mostrar que sou alguém melhor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;não vai se arrepender, porque eu não vou deixar você chorar por mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;do meu lado, agora não... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;- mombojó&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Acho que me perdi numa excursão que fiz na tua...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;na tua certeza e na contradição... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-7299059576064837029?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7299059576064837029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=7299059576064837029' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/7299059576064837029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/7299059576064837029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/apenas.html' title='- apenas'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S6umv7JVcuI/AAAAAAAAARQ/TB3GdfJk_OA/s72-c/vermelho1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-2658830092975030969</id><published>2010-03-24T13:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T13:42:54.015-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- wait?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S6o-9IiWlEI/AAAAAAAAARI/WCWG-6mPufw/s1600/untitled+(2).bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S6o-9IiWlEI/AAAAAAAAARI/WCWG-6mPufw/s320/untitled+(2).bmp" /&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;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Porque &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;esperar&lt;/span&gt; nunca foi meu forte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Deixando as coisas até mais recentes pra traz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;porque o que importa é apenas o agora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;É isso que o dia-a-dia nos ensina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;quando as pessoas tem certezas de certas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;coisas elas agem de formas como se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;"tanto fizesse"... e aquele velho "tanto faz"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;de forma alguma satisfaz o que preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ainda mais quando o tal &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;'tanto faz'&lt;/span&gt; já se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;tornou uma &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;necessidade&lt;/span&gt; pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;I gotta go, I gotta wean myself off of you. ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-2658830092975030969?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2658830092975030969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=2658830092975030969' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/2658830092975030969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/2658830092975030969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/porque-esperar-nunca-foi-meu-forte.html' title='- wait?'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S6o-9IiWlEI/AAAAAAAAARI/WCWG-6mPufw/s72-c/untitled+(2).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-126208774949866926</id><published>2010-03-23T12:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T12:01:13.937-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S6jTWCPOGcI/AAAAAAAAARA/nDZRoYNwkXo/s1600-h/colours_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S6jTWCPOGcI/AAAAAAAAARA/nDZRoYNwkXo/s320/colours_2.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Existe somente uma idade para a gente ser feliz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;somente uma época na vida de cada pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;em que é possível sonhar e fazer planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e ter energia bastante para realizá-las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;a despeito de todas as dificuldades e obstáculos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Uma só idade para a gente se encantar com a vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e viver apaixonadamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e desfrutar tudo com toda intensidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;sem medo, nem culpa de sentir prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Fase dourada em que a gente pode criar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e recriar a vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;a nossa própria imagem e semelhança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e vestir-se com todas as cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e experimentar todos os sabores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e entregar-se a todos os amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;sem preconceito nem pudor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Tempo de entusiasmo e coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;em que todo o desafio é mais um convite à luta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;que a gente enfrenta com toda disposição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;de tentar algo novo, de&amp;nbsp;novo e de novo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e quantas vezes for preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Essa idade tão fugaz na vida da gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;chama-se PRESENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e tem a duração do instante que passa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;ta no jeito de olhar... #)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-126208774949866926?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/126208774949866926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=126208774949866926' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/126208774949866926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/126208774949866926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/time.html' title='- time'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S6jTWCPOGcI/AAAAAAAAARA/nDZRoYNwkXo/s72-c/colours_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-4855353244791848205</id><published>2010-03-22T11:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T11:53:03.835-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S6d9gufyjtI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/32uPoaUbuYQ/s1600-h/ujhfh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S6d9gufyjtI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/32uPoaUbuYQ/s320/ujhfh.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;|tia sandra, vovô, mami, bel and me.|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Porque tudo que eu mais queria hoje era poder ligar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;pra tia sandra e dizer "vamos almoçar no sushi pra cantar parabéns!"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e ela com certeza diria... "mas me aperreia a pessoaaa kkkkk" =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Pois é... hoje tia sandra faz 37 anos. Tempos de luta, da procura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;de uma vida melhor, de felicidades como esse dia da foto, que foi ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;passado no niver de mami... poucos dias antes de tia do nada, ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;internada.&amp;nbsp; Hoje, ela está a mais de 8 meses no hospital... já passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;por muitas coisas e cmo certeza é um exemplo de força e perseverança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Se eu admirava antes, hoje, bem mais. Ela hoje é uma criança indefesa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;nosso xodó... confiamos em Deus e sabemos que tudo é no tempo Dele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;só oramos para que ela não demore tanto a sair dali bem, com o sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;no rosto como sempre era, pra ela realmente viver uma vida feliz ao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;lado das pessoas que ela ama, da família, dos filhos, dos amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Porque esperamos ela ansiosamente, curada e cheia de vida pra viver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;saudades? é isso. Fé? é o que nos move. Deus? sem Ele, não somos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;NADA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;"Não podes pensar que este é o teu fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Não é o que Deus planejou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Levante-se do chão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Erga um clamor! (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;E o tempo que roubado foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Não poderá se comparar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;A tudo aquilo que o Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Tem preparado ao que clamar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Creia porque o poder de um clamor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Pode ressuscitar!..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-4855353244791848205?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4855353244791848205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=4855353244791848205' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/4855353244791848205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/4855353244791848205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/fe.html' title='- fé'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S6d9gufyjtI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/32uPoaUbuYQ/s72-c/ujhfh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-6250229841685504820</id><published>2010-03-21T20:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:47:49.804-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S6asv73ARKI/AAAAAAAAAQw/sla8r1eq-0Q/s1600-h/Avril_Lavigne6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S6asv73ARKI/AAAAAAAAAQw/sla8r1eq-0Q/s320/Avril_Lavigne6.jpg" vt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;As coisas mais perfeitas são aquelas que acontecem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;naturalmente sem ninguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;ter programado absolutamente nada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;são aquelas que acontecem por instinto ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;simplismente por desejos iguais, mesmos objetivos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;É isso que torna algo&amp;nbsp;insignificante tão perfeito, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;é isso que dá sabor as coisas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;mais sem gosto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;é isso&amp;nbsp;e somente&amp;nbsp;isso, que dá vontade de viver.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&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/6415349332148463620-6250229841685504820?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6250229841685504820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=6250229841685504820' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6250229841685504820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6250229841685504820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/this.html' title='- this'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S6asv73ARKI/AAAAAAAAAQw/sla8r1eq-0Q/s72-c/Avril_Lavigne6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-6006914942456471572</id><published>2010-03-18T16:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T17:00:50.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'>open</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S6KD8LRW0iI/AAAAAAAAAQo/K5pw6hFYUNs/s1600-h/avril-lavigne-1600x1200-30108.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S6KD8LRW0iI/AAAAAAAAAQo/K5pw6hFYUNs/s400/avril-lavigne-1600x1200-30108.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Pensando em tudo que eu vejo acontecer ao meu redor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;cheguei a conclusão que as pessoas nunca conseguem se dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;conta da importância de outras na sua vida... porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;precisamos de taaanta certeza, taaaantas provas de que um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;sentimento existe? Porque o ser humano é tão complicado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;a ponto de estar bem e procurar estar mal? Quando a gente ta feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;ta tudo tranquilo, parece que não tem graça e temos que fazer algo pra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;estragar tudo aquilo... daí depois que a gente perde, vem o peso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;do quanto aquilo realmente valia. E o que não é nenhuma surpresa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;porque já sabiamos o valor de tudo, mas não nos cansamos de testar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;ao outro, até onde o tal amor vai aguentar. Aí quando chegamos ao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;nosso limite... ninguém acredita. Mas a gente já num avisou tanto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Não custaria acreditar... Pois eu te digo uma coisa, amor não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;resiste a tudo não! Amor de amigo, pai, mãe... resiste! Mas amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;pra se ter uma relação é preciso bem mais, e engolir todos os sapos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;não quer dizer que você ame verdadeiramente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Quer dizer que você tenta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;sim... mas se insistir nisso, é fraca! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Busque seu amor próprio e pense &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;no seu bem, ficar sozinha não tem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;bicho de sete cabeças, muito pelo contrário, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;pode fazer muito bem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;a você! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Amores vem e vão... não existe apenas 1 grande amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;na vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;tuudo mentira! Existem taaantos... claro que só se você estiver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;pronta para recebe-los, porque de porta fechada, ninguém entra! (Y) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;É preciso ter coragem para sentir e ser verdadeiramente, não querer se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;apegar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;é o ato mais covarde desse mundo... fique com uma planta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;então &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;e seja feliz! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Porque eu, &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gosto, adoro, amo e vivo sem medo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de ser feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;O que eu sinto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;eu sinto mesmo e ponto final. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E suas atitudes farão com que eu goste cada vez mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;ou te mande varrer o saara.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Do mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, se joga! \o&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/6415349332148463620-6006914942456471572?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6006914942456471572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=6006914942456471572' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6006914942456471572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6006914942456471572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/open.html' title='open'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S6KD8LRW0iI/AAAAAAAAAQo/K5pw6hFYUNs/s72-c/avril-lavigne-1600x1200-30108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-6646221309598343582</id><published>2010-03-17T14:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:56:25.864-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- no have</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S6EUQwEkshI/AAAAAAAAAQY/nXFlNRguyDo/s1600-h/65390973_1-Imagens-de-Botas-Cano-alto-36-verniz-preto-vermelho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S6EUQwEkshI/AAAAAAAAAQY/nXFlNRguyDo/s320/65390973_1-Imagens-de-Botas-Cano-alto-36-verniz-preto-vermelho.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Coisas que a vida ensina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Amor não se implora, não se pede, não se espera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Amor se vive ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ciúmes é um sentimento inútil. Não torna ninguém fiel a você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Animais são anjos disfarçados, mandados à terra por Deus para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;mostrar ao homem o que é fidelidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Crianças aprendem com aquilo que você faz, não com o que você diz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;As pessoas que falam dos outros pra você, vão falar de você para os outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Perdoar e esquecer nos torna mais jovens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Água é um santo remédio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Deus inventou o choro para o homem não explodir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ausência de regras é uma regra que depende do bom senso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Não existe comida ruim, existe comida mal temperada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;A criatividade caminha junto com a falta de grana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ser autêntico é a melhor e única forma de agradar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Amigos de verdade nunca te abandonam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;O carinho é a melhor arma contra o ódio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;As diferenças tornam a vida mais bonita e colorida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Há poesia em toda a criação divina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Deus é o maior poeta de todos os tempos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;A música é a sobremesa da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Acreditar, não faz de ninguém um tolo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Tolo é quem mente (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Eu já tomei essa vacina! &lt;strong&gt;(Y)&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/6415349332148463620-6646221309598343582?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6646221309598343582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=6646221309598343582' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6646221309598343582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6646221309598343582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-have.html' title='- no have'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S6EUQwEkshI/AAAAAAAAAQY/nXFlNRguyDo/s72-c/65390973_1-Imagens-de-Botas-Cano-alto-36-verniz-preto-vermelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-3211787878599368772</id><published>2010-03-16T09:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:37:21.549-03:00</updated><title type='text'>words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S5962LCRzAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/027BiHCqYtI/s1600-h/britney-spears-1+(55).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S5962LCRzAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/027BiHCqYtI/s320/britney-spears-1+(55).jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Palavras são flexas envenenadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;podem ferir ou até matar. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;devocêsóqueroamor.&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/6415349332148463620-3211787878599368772?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3211787878599368772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=3211787878599368772' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/3211787878599368772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/3211787878599368772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/words.html' title='words'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S5962LCRzAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/027BiHCqYtI/s72-c/britney-spears-1+(55).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-4398363035659269484</id><published>2010-03-14T22:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:45:26.975-03:00</updated><title type='text'>hapiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S52NkEEUBzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/edWD34rId5I/s1600-h/dane2me+e+dane.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S52NkEEUBzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/edWD34rId5I/s320/dane2me+e+dane.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"&gt;A aniversariante mais loira do pedaço =D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"&gt;Noite feliz demaisss meu pai, em todos os sentidos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"&gt;Porque eu quero é MAIS no fim das contas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"&gt;Mais beijos, mais abraços, mais carinho, mais presentes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"&gt;mais amor, mais chocolate, mais vodka, mais surpresas, mais sorrisos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"&gt;mais alegrias, mais praia, mais feriados, mais sol, mais frio, mais música...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"&gt;Não importa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Eu quero é MAIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-4398363035659269484?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4398363035659269484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=4398363035659269484' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/4398363035659269484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/4398363035659269484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/hapiness.html' title='hapiness'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S52NkEEUBzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/edWD34rId5I/s72-c/dane2me+e+dane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-6412053783568071654</id><published>2010-03-12T01:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T01:36:34.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'>colours?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S5nD83Y4YdI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4F55nMMxSgk/s1600-h/unhas%2520marina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S5nD83Y4YdI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4F55nMMxSgk/s320/unhas%2520marina.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"&gt;Acredite em você mesma, pois é só você que pode auto julgar-se. Ouse, arrisque e nunca se arrependa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Não desista jamais e saiba valorizar quem te ama, esses sim merecem seu respeito. Quanto ao resto, bom, ninguém nunca precisou de restos para ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Créditos pra meu sorriso maaar lindo, daneee! E nossas unhas que tão mais ou menos em cores parecidas a essas kkkkkk amooooo! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-6412053783568071654?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6412053783568071654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=6412053783568071654' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6412053783568071654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/6412053783568071654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/colours.html' title='colours?'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S5nD83Y4YdI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4F55nMMxSgk/s72-c/unhas%2520marina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-5303442981835974758</id><published>2010-03-10T01:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T01:16:55.338-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ser essência, muito mais!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S5cbtWOCzGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rGz5MaMQAYw/s1600-h/HIGH+IMPACT+LIP+COLOUR+SPF+15+AD+7-1-09_NA_DS_PF_ASIA+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S5cbtWOCzGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rGz5MaMQAYw/s320/HIGH+IMPACT+LIP+COLOUR+SPF+15+AD+7-1-09_NA_DS_PF_ASIA+(2).JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;"&gt;Você&amp;nbsp;ainda vai amar e odiar a mesma pessoa, vai querer morrer e vai querer viver mais, vai se perguntar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;"&gt;o porque de gostar, o porque de amar! Vai rir das coisas que passou, vai rir de como você era, de como você é, e de como você pensa ser. Vai querer mudar de nome, vai querer ser outra pessoa, vai perceber que você mudou muito, ou que você sempre foi a mesma pessoa! Vai querer rir com vontade de chorar, chorar com vontade de rir, vai acreditar e desacreditar, vai se perder em sua própria vida, vai arriscar mesmo sabendo das conseqüências. Vai deixar de tentar por medo, duvidas, vai se arrepender, vai querer voar. Vai querer sumir, se mudar para outro país. Vai querer recomeçar, mesmo nunca tendo começado, vai fazer planos com outra pessoa, mesmo ela nunca ter feito parte disso. Vai depender de alguém, vai pedir ajuda. Vai perder o orgulho. Vai perceber que mesmo sendo sempre a mesma pessoa, você nunca é você mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;O mais importante é continuar sendo essência. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-5303442981835974758?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5303442981835974758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=5303442981835974758' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5303442981835974758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5303442981835974758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/ser-essencia-muito-mais.html' title='ser essência, muito mais!'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S5cbtWOCzGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rGz5MaMQAYw/s72-c/HIGH+IMPACT+LIP+COLOUR+SPF+15+AD+7-1-09_NA_DS_PF_ASIA+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-5577219423388200558</id><published>2010-03-09T02:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T02:23:18.021-03:00</updated><title type='text'>se joga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S5XZp3dU8PI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hhwnurhwYh4/s1600-h/meninaflor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446498637659304178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S5XZp3dU8PI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hhwnurhwYh4/s320/meninaflor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; Engraçado as vezes como pequeeeeenos detalhes deixam a gente tão bem, tão besta... Se pergunte em tudo que vai fazer, se aquilo é &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bom&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;verdadeiro &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;útil&lt;/span&gt;. (Y) E seja feliz com as respostas. E &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;se joga&lt;/span&gt;! o/ Só há dois dias no ano em que nada pode ser feito, um se chama &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ontem&lt;/span&gt; e o outro &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;amanhã&lt;/span&gt;; portanto hoje é o dia certo para &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;amar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;acreditar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fazer&lt;/span&gt; e principalmente, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;viver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-5577219423388200558?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5577219423388200558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=5577219423388200558' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5577219423388200558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5577219423388200558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/se-joga.html' title='se joga!'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S5XZp3dU8PI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hhwnurhwYh4/s72-c/meninaflor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-4528221036232592873</id><published>2010-03-07T01:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:36:07.870-03:00</updated><title type='text'>who</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S5Mu7jX27YI/AAAAAAAAAPo/jorYUqU_h0E/s1600-h/26022010377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445747975063530882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S5Mu7jX27YI/AAAAAAAAAPo/jorYUqU_h0E/s320/26022010377.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; Quem nunca ficou fazendo planos deitado na cama antes de dormir?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca leu e releu um histórico de msn e lembrou como se fosse na hora?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca viu uma foto e pensou como seria se você estivesse lá?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca quis voltar no tempo pra corrigir o que ficou com medo de fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca precisou ouvir um elogio pra se sentir bem?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca falou alguma coisa e se arrependeu depois?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca teve um sonho perfeito e ficou puto de ter acordado?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca ouviu uma música e lembrou de alguém?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca olhou pro celular achando que era ele e era sua mãe?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca ficou bolada por um motivo ridículo e prometeu que não&lt;br /&gt;ia mais gostar de quem te fez sofrer, mas foi em vão?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca se iludiu?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca teve vontade de sumir e só voltar quando tudo tivesse bem?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca viu um filme de romance e quis ser feliz pra sempre?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca quis ser feliiz pra &lt;strong&gt;TODO&lt;/strong&gt; sempree?!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-créditos pra nick que é super legal \o e pra ana que só me aperreia. rs [brincadeiiira mana, te amo] =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-4528221036232592873?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4528221036232592873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=4528221036232592873' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/4528221036232592873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/4528221036232592873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/who.html' title='who'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S5Mu7jX27YI/AAAAAAAAAPo/jorYUqU_h0E/s72-c/26022010377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-4552972451473525683</id><published>2010-03-05T12:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:40:41.565-03:00</updated><title type='text'>nem sempre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S5En2Hk0zxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/MF-5Cf-SeuE/s1600-h/19_2_154823_071edi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 88px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445177235167563538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S5En2Hk0zxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/MF-5Cf-SeuE/s320/19_2_154823_071edi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Nem sempre meu sorriso foi verdadeiro, nem sempre as escolhas que fiz foram as corretas, nem sempre as pessoas que escolhi permaneceram ao meu lado. Nem sempre meu sonho se realizou, nem sempre minha opnião foi aceita, nem sempre fiz o que quis. Não vivemos exatamente o que sonhamos, vivemos o que cativamos, o que nos foi guardado, o que merecemos. Geralmente sofremos quando esperamos algo de alguém, o ideal é não esperar nada de ninguém e se surpreender com cada ato, cada inexperado tão esperado ocultamente. Devemos saber perder, devemos viver e aproveitar o que nos foi oferecido, sem mais demais e apesar de todos os pesares&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-4552972451473525683?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4552972451473525683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=4552972451473525683' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/4552972451473525683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/4552972451473525683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/nem-sempre.html' title='nem sempre.'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S5En2Hk0zxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/MF-5Cf-SeuE/s72-c/19_2_154823_071edi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-6139494166565458961</id><published>2010-02-26T05:57:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:41:11.344-03:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S4eOJvfja9I/AAAAAAAAAPY/-MG4DTV_a5E/s1600-h/Imagens+(814).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442474972719311826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S4eOJvfja9I/AAAAAAAAAPY/-MG4DTV_a5E/s320/Imagens+(814).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Because my dream is to fly... over the rainbow, so high! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;porque eu &lt;strong&gt;sou do tamanho dos meus sonhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;e não do tamanho da minha altura. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-sampa logo mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Se eu não correr atrás, quem corre por mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Em breve de volta, ou não né? rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;No pior dos piores, eu fui pra SP. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Vou indo- nas mãos de Deus sempre.&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/6415349332148463620-6139494166565458961?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S4eOJvfja9I/AAAAAAAAAPY/-MG4DTV_a5E/s72-c/Imagens+(814).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-3861536147787570080</id><published>2010-02-25T11:08:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T14:21:30.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'>be happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S4aEl5gHPDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SIQLhzb6BIY/s1600-h/edi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442182986349362226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S4aEl5gHPDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SIQLhzb6BIY/s320/edi.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 180px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Passado o vendaval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Restos de cinza, poeira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Cabe dizer, que ao final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;minha metade continua &lt;strong&gt;inteira.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;'Monica Saraiva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-3861536147787570080?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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negócio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ter 2 filhos [de preferência, filhAs]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;criar um lar para crianças abandonadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;beijar justin timberlake [eu juro q consigo rs]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;pintar o cabelo de platinado e malhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;7 coisas que mais digo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;fato!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;mentiiiira?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;paraaaaa tuudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;uuuuuiiiii!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;suuuper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;aham cláudia, senta lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;7 coisas que eu faço bem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;trabalhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;cuidar de quem eu gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gastar! rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;aperriar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;amadurecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;7 coisas que eu não faço:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;mentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ser falsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;usar alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;roubar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;trabalhar sem um motivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;botar uma música e não dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;entrar no msn online. rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;7 coisas que adoro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ser cuidada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ver filme [cinema, casa, pc, seja lá onde for... rs]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;comer... =D ovomaltine! sushhiii, massas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;viajarr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;praia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;nights... dançar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;sorrirrr =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;7 coisas que odeio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;acordar cedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;mentira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;desrespeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gente que fala alto demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;lugar insuportavelmente cheio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;trabalhar com gente sem profissionalismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;7 coisas que me encantam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;pessoas fazendo o bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;meus amigos, minha família&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;filmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;muuitas músicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ver como a vida da voltas e nos surpreende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;o mar, o por-do-sol e as estrelas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;as coisas mais simples, como um sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;[minha "amaldiçoada" hihihihi ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hiperventilar.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;rs]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415349332148463620-5925674305452602263?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5925674305452602263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6415349332148463620&amp;postID=5925674305452602263' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5925674305452602263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415349332148463620/posts/default/5925674305452602263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcellaaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/jogo-dos-7.html' title='Jogo dos 7'/><author><name>Ma'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07222220553024853856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/SYhP-nC4rLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0pAbgGxHfH8/S220/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415349332148463620.post-2528987358557273281</id><published>2010-02-22T16:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:45:24.024-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S4LZt92YSxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/y283nsTljr4/s1600-h/62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441150683536968466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kST6Ih9C-Hw/S4LZt92YSxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/y283nsTljr4/s320/62.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Dê valor as pessoas enquanto elas estão por perto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;pois saudade não será motivo suficiente para que elas voltem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&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/6415349332148463620-2528987358557273281?l=marcellaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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