<?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-4020384313415410686</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:55:47.001-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Me and the World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-7818152396544786971</id><published>2011-08-05T14:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T14:10:14.534-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jql-KDO6UMo/Tjwj8gRHSFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/QfgvIwdFYYY/s1600/i%2Blike%2Byou.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jql-KDO6UMo/Tjwj8gRHSFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/QfgvIwdFYYY/s320/i%2Blike%2Byou.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637420355921856594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-7818152396544786971?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7818152396544786971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/7818152396544786971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/7818152396544786971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jql-KDO6UMo/Tjwj8gRHSFI/AAAAAAAAAOM/QfgvIwdFYYY/s72-c/i%2Blike%2Byou.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-4616600743532668547</id><published>2011-08-05T13:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T13:38:59.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LbO2YWXlbHE/TjwcADwL15I/AAAAAAAAAOE/RWnOBKl0FKE/s1600/Let%2Bit%2Bbe.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LbO2YWXlbHE/TjwcADwL15I/AAAAAAAAAOE/RWnOBKl0FKE/s320/Let%2Bit%2Bbe.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637411620894005138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Gente, a partir de hoje, "abandono" meu blog. Transferi todos os textos para o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt;. Vocês podem visualizá-los clicando no botão: "Meus textos" do lado esquerdo, no menu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;O endereço é:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;http://www.secretsofasoul.tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A partir de agora usarei esse blog para outra finalidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-4616600743532668547?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4616600743532668547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/08/gente-partir-de-hoje-abandono-meu-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/4616600743532668547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/4616600743532668547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/08/gente-partir-de-hoje-abandono-meu-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LbO2YWXlbHE/TjwcADwL15I/AAAAAAAAAOE/RWnOBKl0FKE/s72-c/Let%2Bit%2Bbe.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-4417304488422500284</id><published>2011-07-18T22:20:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:48:09.294-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicado à MDM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nch7GgKObgU/TiTdIQSPsLI/AAAAAAAAAN8/lvaldgqz_bU/s1600/blog2.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nch7GgKObgU/TiTdIQSPsLI/AAAAAAAAAN8/lvaldgqz_bU/s320/blog2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630868568000147634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align:right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"   &gt;&lt;i&gt;Às vezes no silêncio da noite&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico imaginando nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico ali sonhando acordado&lt;br /&gt;Juntando o antes, o agora e o depois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sozinho - Caetano Veloso)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:right"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "  &gt;A vida fica mais tranquila quando encontramos a pessoa que mais nos completa. Tudo melhora: o ânimo, a autoestima, o dia-a-dia (e por aí vai). A correria constante já não é mais um fator de tamanha relevância como costumava ser. Os problemas já não parecem tão grandes assim e quando realmente o são, sempre há uma ajudinha extra dada por essa pessoa que aos poucos vai se tornando tão especial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "  &gt;Cada gesto, cada sorriso, cada momento e cada detalhe importam. Afinal, é gratificante saber que provocamos boas emoções na pessoa que amamos. Quem gosta de alguém, lá do fundo, do fundo mesmo, sabe como é bom poder contar com esse alguém para praticamente tudo! E é por isso e por outros motivos que eu posso dizer: amo meu namorado com todas as minhas forças! Como se nunca ninguém o tivesse amado antes! s2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-4417304488422500284?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4417304488422500284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-vezes-no-silencio-da-noite-eu-fico.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/4417304488422500284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/4417304488422500284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-vezes-no-silencio-da-noite-eu-fico.html' title='Dedicado à MDM'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nch7GgKObgU/TiTdIQSPsLI/AAAAAAAAAN8/lvaldgqz_bU/s72-c/blog2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-4422371668808657965</id><published>2011-07-07T14:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T13:15:11.674-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; " &gt;Amaram-se por longos 8 anos. Viveram momentos incríveis por 96 meses e trocaram beijos, carinhos, intimidades por ao menos 2880 dias... mas como a convivência diária revela segredos, não foi possível manter todo o sentimento que existia desde o início do relacionamento. Hoje estão separados. Ela, sozinha. Ele, com outra. Ele acredita que possa estar se apaixonando pela nova garota. Será?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46680yS0FAY/ThXoy2vXVrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/1Tig0pOgfv0/s1600/Amaram-se%2Bpor%2Blongos%2B8%2Banos..jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46680yS0FAY/ThXoy2vXVrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/1Tig0pOgfv0/s320/Amaram-se%2Bpor%2Blongos%2B8%2Banos..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626659269854582450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Por: Lílian da Silva Braz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-4422371668808657965?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4422371668808657965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/07/believe.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/4422371668808657965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/4422371668808657965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/07/believe.html' title='Believe...'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46680yS0FAY/ThXoy2vXVrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/1Tig0pOgfv0/s72-c/Amaram-se%2Bpor%2Blongos%2B8%2Banos..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-8621381754084426111</id><published>2011-05-08T12:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T12:23:21.001-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz dia das mães!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb6ap7Ob411qb13xjo1_400.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-8621381754084426111?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8621381754084426111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/05/feliz-dia-das-maes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/8621381754084426111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/8621381754084426111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/05/feliz-dia-das-maes.html' title='Feliz dia das mães!'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-8307368763368588599</id><published>2011-02-16T20:53:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T21:49:51.945-02:00</updated><title type='text'>All we need is love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;♫ ♪ ♫ “...e seja feliz quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Souber o que é o bem...” ♫ ♪ ♫&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Depois de dias enclausurada nas celas da Febém, saiu às ruas. Enfeites por todos os cantos, luzes piscando freneticamente, bonequinhos de neve sorrindo por debaixo daquele nariz de cenoura mal desenhado e um papai Noel falso, sentado numa linda poltrona vermelha decorada magnificamente com dourado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;“Ugh! Isso tudo me dá nojo! Olha como todos parecem impecavelmente felizes, com seus sorrisos mais do que amarelados e narizes arrebitados. Natal só é bom para quem tem dinheiro mesmo!”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;— Hohoho, Feliz Natal! – acenou o papai Noel para a adolescente recém libertada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Ela apenas o encarou, fuzilando-o com os olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;“Detesto essa data!”, pensou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;— Venha cá fazer um pedido natalino, incentivou o velhinho, mas antes que a garota pudesse retribuir com qualquer gesto obsceno ou pequeno movimento revoltado, uma criança passou correndo, pisou em seu pé e sentou no colo do papai Noel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;— Pirralho, não olha por onde anda, não? – resmungou a menina ao continuar seu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;O menino nem deu bola. Apenas fez seu pedido:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;— Papai Noel, esse ano eu não quero um carrinho, nem bola, nem videogame de última geração e muito menos um celular novo. Já tenho tudo o que uma criança poderia querer, só não tenho... uma família unida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Há alguns passos de distância, a adolescente havia estagnado. Não sabia bem o porquê, mas ouvia atentamente cada palavra daquele fedelho que há pouco a importunara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;—... Por isso papai Noel, nesse Natal, eu queria que o senhor fizesse a mamãe Maria e o papai José se entenderem... Só assim eu vou ter o Natal dos meus sonhos... aquele que eu venho esperando há tanto tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Ao escutar &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;aquelas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; palavra, vindas de um projeto de gente grande, a menina sentiu salgar sua boca. Naquela noite, continuou vagando pelas ruas escuras de São Paulo, espalhando soluços por becos e vielas, incomodando as vizinhanças por não conseguir conter seu sofrimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;“Ao menos ele tem um pai e uma mãe para chamar de família...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QxOIp7S4kQQ/TVxd7LOfZQI/AAAAAAAAANY/_W4sAVo6Udo/s1600/OgAAAIZvrLld7FiLe8R5KoaIrqliUxwUJbqbG2N0WeNehf4c9AKjqxQtxZAKqiQYa2pMc3PQ8svvfynms-QFF44Ja_8Am1T1UEDgQx0-b9xhxCWZIlL9v-ZFEQHs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font: normal normal bold 24px/normal Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; color: rgb(194, 123, 160); font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Desafio dos 7!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="line-height: 1.6; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(194, 123, 160); font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 466px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; color: rgb(194, 123, 160); font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;A Débora do blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px; "&gt;http://xicaradechacomleite.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; me mandou um desafio, então, vamos lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;7 coisas que tenho que fazer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Estudar menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Me divertir mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Voltar a ter minha dieta balanceada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Perder gordura localizada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Preparar mais uns posts para o blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Tirar carta logo =O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Manter contato apenas com quem merece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;7 coisas que mais digo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Porque tipo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- vish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- uhmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Fala sério!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Aff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;7 coisas que faço bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Escrever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Nadar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Estudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Plantar bananeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Fazer ponte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Tic tac (plantar bananeira e cair em ponte)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;7 defeitos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Chata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Preguiçosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Nervosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Um pouco fresca para algumas coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Desconfiada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Tímida demais em várias situações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Não falo tudo o que penso sempre, o que pode ser um defeito na maioria das vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;7 qualidades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Misteriosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Amiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Simpática&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Estudiosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Companheira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Meiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Atenciosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;7 coisas que adoro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Comer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Nadar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Ganhar dinheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Presentear e ser presenteada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Passar o tempo com meus pets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Ler livros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Ouvir música e deixar o pensamento me levar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;7 coisas que detesto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Que troque as minhas coisas de lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Que falem comigo quando acabo de acordar (acordo de mau humor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Que não me deem atenção e não ouçam o que estou falando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Que não me deem liberdade para nada! (me sinto SUFOCADA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;Que maltratem os animais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- Detesto quando alguém da minha família tira o dia para me irritar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;-  Que falem ou façam qualquer tipo de barulho enquanto estou concentrada estudando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;7 pessoas para passar o desafio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(166, 77, 121); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); "&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-weight: 800; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://deusaharthor.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://deusaharthor.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 466px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79); font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; color: rgb(106, 168, 79); font-weight: 800; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://escorpianamente.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://escorpianamente.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 466px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; color: rgb(106, 168, 79); font-weight: 800; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://marijust.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://marijust.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 466px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; color: rgb(106, 168, 79); font-weight: 800; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://backstreetmorgan.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://backstreetmorgan.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 466px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; "&gt;-&lt;a href="http://nayara-soares.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://nayara-soares.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 466px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://deliriosdeumamenteconfusa.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://deliriosdeumamenteconfusa.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 466px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; color: rgb(106, 168, 79); font-weight: 800; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://cadapedacodemim.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cadapedacodemim.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 466px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 466px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bom, é isso! Não sei se terei tempo de avisar as pessoas agora que estão indicadas a participar do desafio, mas em todo caso faço isso quando voltar de viagem.... Desculpeem! beeeijoos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-8518728009963889670?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8518728009963889670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/01/desafio-dos-7-debora-do-blog.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/8518728009963889670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/8518728009963889670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/01/desafio-dos-7-debora-do-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-1723328305912340330</id><published>2011-01-13T13:59:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T15:06:20.616-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas mais uma história?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Encaravam-se. Olhos esverdeados atentos, focados naquele castanho inebriante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;- Não posso... Você ainda namora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mas &lt;/span&gt;naquele momento já haviam se envolvido de tal forma que não podiam mais evitar... Um longo e delicado beijo selou aquela primeira noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TS8viLIra0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/FrQHmGKcIKs/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TS8viLIra0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/FrQHmGKcIKs/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561716328977099586" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Por: Lílian da Silva Braz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recado rápido:&lt;/b&gt; hey! Estou só de passagem hoje. Um post rápido para iniciar o novo ano! Responderei os comentários assim que possível! Beeeijos&lt;/i&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/4020384313415410686-1723328305912340330?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1723328305912340330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/01/apenas-mais-uma-historia.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/1723328305912340330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/1723328305912340330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2011/01/apenas-mais-uma-historia.html' title='Apenas mais uma história?'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TS8viLIra0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/FrQHmGKcIKs/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-6650535661138985069</id><published>2010-12-28T22:16:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T22:19:53.087-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Se eu pedir cê volta? - Jorge &amp; Mateus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TRp99S98riI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4eThznU6utM/s1600/OQAAAAWygXMwuDjBmgrMDiKKDJ-3ppB19Hh-qviaC5-Fi2WJwnyWeLSkS-PPD-7QtQ8DnC_AuVheJTHoYOSz4_QhG4IAm1T1UAivzG5lW-LOTDmFNh_Xrh_KAv6Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TRp99S98riI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4eThznU6utM/s320/OQAAAAWygXMwuDjBmgrMDiKKDJ-3ppB19Hh-qviaC5-Fi2WJwnyWeLSkS-PPD-7QtQ8DnC_AuVheJTHoYOSz4_QhG4IAm1T1UAivzG5lW-LOTDmFNh_Xrh_KAv6Q.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555891582332087842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span trebuchet="" times="" new=""&gt;Se Eu Pedir Cê Volta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span trebuchet="" times="" new=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/jorge-e-mateus/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;color:#006477"&gt;Jorge e Mateus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span trebuchet="" times="" new=""&gt;Eu nem lembrava mais o gosto do seu beijo&lt;br /&gt;Há tempo que a gente tava separado&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem imaginava o quanto te desejo&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que o nosso amor era caso encerrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi só te ver de novo pra eu perceber&lt;br /&gt;Que o meu coração,só sabe te querer&lt;br /&gt;bateu uma saudade,uma louca vontade de amar você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pedir cê volta pro meu coração&lt;br /&gt;pelo amor de Deus não me diga não&lt;br /&gt;vem que tá na hora tá aberta a porta pra você entrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pedir cê volta pro meu coração&lt;br /&gt;pelo amor de Deus não me diga não&lt;br /&gt;vem que tá na hora a hora é agora pra você voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/jorge-e-mateus/se-eu-pedir-ce-volta.html#ixzz19S6VOh70"&gt;http://www.vagalume.com.br/jorge-e-mateus/se-eu-pedir-ce-volta.html#ixzz19S6VOh70&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black; mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://c5.quickcachr.fotos.sapo.pt/i/o160489c5/5585959_8VPzh.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Oie! Como foram de Natal? Espero que bem! Voltei hoje de viagem e estou indo viajar novamente amanhã... por isso o post super rápido... Desculpem-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Ah, e a música aqui é homenagem à viagem =) Sei lá combinou com o clima de interior... é sertanejo, ouvi bastante essa música... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Enfim, espero que gostem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;*Feliz Ano Novo (adiantado)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Beeeijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-6650535661138985069?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6650535661138985069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/12/se-eu-pedir-ce-volta-jorge-mateus.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/6650535661138985069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/6650535661138985069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/12/se-eu-pedir-ce-volta-jorge-mateus.html' title='Se eu pedir cê volta? - Jorge &amp; Mateus'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TRp99S98riI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4eThznU6utM/s72-c/OQAAAAWygXMwuDjBmgrMDiKKDJ-3ppB19Hh-qviaC5-Fi2WJwnyWeLSkS-PPD-7QtQ8DnC_AuVheJTHoYOSz4_QhG4IAm1T1UAivzG5lW-LOTDmFNh_Xrh_KAv6Q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-2280786296632934446</id><published>2010-12-20T21:01:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T21:41:12.559-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Boas festas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 15px; COLOR: rgb(26,26,26)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mais um ano se passou e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"De tudo, ficaram três coisas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A certeza de que estamos sempre a começar,&lt;br /&gt;a certeza de que é preciso continuar,&lt;br /&gt;a certeza de que seremos interrompidos antes de terminar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, devemos: fazer da interrupção um caminho novo, da queda um passo de dança, do medo uma escada, do sonho uma ponte, da procura um encontro…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 15px; COLOR: rgb(26,26,26)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 15px; COLOR: rgb(26,26,26)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 15px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/2910/85pf1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.recadodeorkut.com/407/024.gif" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/NKtWwTv0QzaVLZOZkl40/x435" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/2910/85pf1.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Gente: No fim acabei não postando os textos que eu queria por motivos de saúde... E estou indo viajar amanhã, então o blog vai ficar meio paradinho até fevereiro...Se eu conseguir, eu entro em Janeiro pra postar, mas não dou certeza de nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;*O lay eu mudo ano que vem também, porque agora não vai dar tempo de arrumar tudo do jeito que quero. Obrigada pelas opiniões! Levarei elas em conta, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Mas o que eu queria dizer mesmo é: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feliz Natal,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;um ótimo ano novo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;e aproveitem suas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;férias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ao máximo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beeijoos, até o ano que vem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Não me abandonem, porque eu volto tá? rs&lt;/b&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/4020384313415410686-2280786296632934446?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2280786296632934446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/12/boas-festas.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/2280786296632934446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/2280786296632934446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/12/boas-festas.html' title='Boas festas!'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-840982058271688365</id><published>2010-12-17T19:34:00.016-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T20:31:58.577-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadê você?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; " &gt;Lembra, Vi, quando éramos jovens? Achávamos que éramos invencíveis e que podíamos nos meter nas mais loucas aventuras sem que nada nos acontecesse... Pensávamos ter o domínio da situação, o controle sobre as pessoas... Acreditávamos ser aquilo que ninguém nunca seria &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(heróis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; ter aquilo que ninguém nunca teria &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p style="DISPLAY: inline !important" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(amizade verdadeira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; pelo menos, não como nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; " &gt;Éramos inabaláveis, inseparáveis. Desde pequeninos, confiávamos um no outro de olhos vendados e mãos atadas. Acreditávamos que a nossa relação carinhosa&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; (de amizade)&lt;/span&gt; seria duradoura... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; " &gt;O que será que aconteceu com o nosso "pra sempre", hein Vi? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); " &gt;♫ Se lembra quando a gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); " &gt;chegou um dia a acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); " &gt;que tudo era pra sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); " &gt;sem saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); " &gt;que o pra sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); " &gt;sempre acaba ♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; " &gt;E cadê você para me ajudar nesse momento tão complicado? Cadê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underlinefont-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551779914828841218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TQviav6FgQI/AAAAAAAAAME/fELs0nyixQ0/s320/OQAAAPkAmHA3xW4TEoeyxoMaG2-L1h00Sr1fo58pl6MmRHB5vMesfRoH7-RgMYyh4BI5hOJVr4W6b91t8_Z1YKzxgpgAm1T1UGYDAAHB9XKh3QxeMLpnJneq1WHV.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none" class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;hr style="TEXT-INDENT: 0px !important"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ps. importante:&lt;/span&gt; * &lt;/b&gt;Gente, como mudança de fim de ano, eu gostaria de trocar o layout... como não achei nada de que eu gostasse muito, tentei montar eu mesma alguma coisa bonitinha, mais leve... entretanto, não sei se consegui. O que vocês acham do look desse blog que criei como teste? --&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cruel-one.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://cruel-one.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aguardo ansiosamente a opinião de vocês!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Porque se vocês &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;realmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; gostaram, eu vou colocar aqui no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;* Ah e outra coisa, estou pensando em mudar o nome do blog também... então não se assustem se não encontrarem mais o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; . Mas pode deixar que eu aviso todo mundo caso eu mude mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Àqueles que eu pedi ajuda e àqueles que se dispuseram à ajudar-me, não dispenso a atitude. Se possível, gostaria de dicas de como fazer uns escritos bonitinhos pra combinar com o layout, por exemplo: "Blog Archive, About me, Selinhos, Fui destaque, My tweets, contador de visitas, Seguidores, Top comentaristas". Quais fontes vocês indicam? Quais programas devo usar? O Photofiltre serve? Quais efeitos ficam bons para esse tipo específico de coisa que quero fazer? etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Não sei se estou pedindo muito... rs qualquer coisa podem desistir de me ajudar mesmo e eu vejo o que consigo sozinha...rs Mas mesmo assim agradeço a disponibilidade e vontade de cada um =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enfim, meu post termina por aqui... beeijoos à todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;{em breve, um post sobre natal}&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/4020384313415410686-840982058271688365?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/840982058271688365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/12/cade-voce.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/840982058271688365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/840982058271688365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/12/cade-voce.html' title='Cadê você?'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TQviav6FgQI/AAAAAAAAAME/fELs0nyixQ0/s72-c/OQAAAPkAmHA3xW4TEoeyxoMaG2-L1h00Sr1fo58pl6MmRHB5vMesfRoH7-RgMYyh4BI5hOJVr4W6b91t8_Z1YKzxgpgAm1T1UGYDAAHB9XKh3QxeMLpnJneq1WHV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-8413218769905109813</id><published>2010-12-15T20:39:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T20:51:50.260-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A partida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele:&lt;/b&gt; Esqueça o que passou. Foi apenas mais uma aventura, embora eu tenha adorado o que aconteceu entre nós. Aquele pouco que pude conhecer de você, foi o suficiente para chegar à conclusão de quão maravilhosa você é. E, como já lhe disse antes, você tem algo de peculiar, algo que me atrai, não sei por quê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela:&lt;/b&gt; uhm, você não disse para esquecer o que passou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele:&lt;/b&gt; Disse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela:&lt;/b&gt; Mas ainda assim está relembrando detalhes que dizem respeito a isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele:&lt;/b&gt; Desculpa... Eu achei que conseguiria segurar todo o sentimento que está preso aqui dentro... Importa-se se eu continuar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela:&lt;/b&gt; Claro que não. Prossiga, mas tenha em mente que o que passou, passou não volta mais. Bem... Pelo menos por enquanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele:&lt;/b&gt; Está dizendo que não há possibilidade de um flashback? Nem no futuro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela:&lt;/b&gt; Talvez... Isso só o tempo irá dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele:&lt;/b&gt; Está certo... Mas garota, quero que saiba que independentemente do que aconteça, vou me lembrar de você com um imenso carinho. E... Se algum dia rolar alguma coisa... er... Eu não quero que isso interfira na nossa amizade... Não quero que deixemos de nos falar, nunca mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela: &lt;/b&gt;Continuaremos mantendo contato, prometo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele:&lt;/b&gt; Ah, como eu queria poder acreditar nessas palavras sem medo nenhum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela:&lt;/b&gt; Por que diz isso? Não confia em mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;(Encaram-se. Ela com olhar curioso. Ele com ar triste).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele:&lt;/b&gt; Se você soubesse o quanto sofri da primeira vez em que você sumiu sem me dizer nada e ficou anos sem me dar notícias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela (ressentida):&lt;/b&gt; Eu imagino, mas não foi por mal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele:&lt;/b&gt; Eu sei... Hoje sou capaz de entender isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;(silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele:&lt;/b&gt; Vou te ver novamente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela:&lt;/b&gt; Se quiser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele:&lt;/b&gt; Claro que quero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;(Ele a fita com um olhar que mal sabia ela, ficaria gravado por muito tempo em sua mente).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele:&lt;/b&gt; Garota...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ela:&lt;/b&gt; Sim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele:&lt;/b&gt; Posso te dar um abraço antes de você partir novamente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;(Olham-se, abraçam-se e ela caminha dando as costas a ele. Dá uns 3 passos e o mira por cima dos ombros. Ele acompanha cada movimento dela... e cada passo a mais que ela dá, representa uma gota salgada que se cristaliza no olhar dele).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele (pensando): &lt;/b&gt;“Um dia eu hei de conquistá-la. Sei que ela volta... Um dia volta e seremos felizes...”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TQlEKaF_LTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WZbO3wd66MY/s320/believe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551042961304661298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;Por Lílian da Silva Braz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;(baseado numa conversa de msn)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-8413218769905109813?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8413218769905109813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/12/partida.html#comment-form' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/8413218769905109813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/8413218769905109813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/12/partida.html' title='A partida'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TQlEKaF_LTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WZbO3wd66MY/s72-c/believe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-4253902956286606453</id><published>2010-12-14T20:49:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T21:03:25.190-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspiros...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TQf1kjZ4GUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/MACpdXMbmyM/s1600/suspiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550675074085296450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TQf1kjZ4GUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/MACpdXMbmyM/s320/suspiro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; TEXT-INDENT: 35.4pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; TEXT-INDENT: 0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; TEXT-INDENT: 0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; TEXT-INDENT: 0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Ai garota, você é incrível”, pensou M. Como isso era possível? Parece que finalmente havia encontrado não uma mulher, mas uma grande mulher. Há muito procurara por alguém que tivesse um diferencial, que fosse mais singular do que qualquer outra pessoa, que fosse única. E por fim, parece que a encontrara. Além de bonita, meiga e amável, ela tinha um algo a mais que o atraia intensamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; TEXT-INDENT: 0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Certo ar de mistério envolvia aqueles doces olhares femininos e um hálito divino sobressaía toda vez que ela lhe dirigia alguma palavra. Ainda que absorto em suas reflexões, prestava atenção em cada movimento que ela fazia. “... Delicada como uma bailarina, linda como a gota de orvalho que pousa tranquilamente sob as pétalas das flores ao cair da noite... Uma verdadeira princesinha crescida, daquele tipo que qualquer um quebra o pescoço quando olha na rua, mas nem por isso se permite ser esnobe ou ter uma variedade de assuntos limitada”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; TEXT-INDENT: 0px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; TEXT-INDENT: 0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Um sorriso dirigido a M. e um suspiro por ele dado. “Ai garota... se um dia, algum cara conseguir conquistar seu amor sincero e poder ter uma vida com você, garanto que ele será um alguém de grande sorte...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Por Lílian da Silva Braz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;(baseado numa conversa de msn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-4253902956286606453?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4253902956286606453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/12/suspiros.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/4253902956286606453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/4253902956286606453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/12/suspiros.html' title='Suspiros...'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TQf1kjZ4GUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/MACpdXMbmyM/s72-c/suspiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-6047587556188071009</id><published>2010-12-13T16:42:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:43:57.507-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Atitude!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TQZpXmphHhI/AAAAAAAAALk/F8_F6Ions5g/s1600/OQAAAOK92zYANW1VCBQmC2il8sFq_WRmPhzM3vpQ_0GVKnif3ubhyO5_TM0citq8Y-Afunm0UsLRLyOUefypq0-zMbgAm1T1UNKmL4k_63SaoW3nW2mA_WibSSIa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TQZpXmphHhI/AAAAAAAAALk/F8_F6Ions5g/s320/OQAAAOK92zYANW1VCBQmC2il8sFq_WRmPhzM3vpQ_0GVKnif3ubhyO5_TM0citq8Y-Afunm0UsLRLyOUefypq0-zMbgAm1T1UNKmL4k_63SaoW3nW2mA_WibSSIa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550239445013306898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Não serei a pessoa que você quase sempre idealiza. Não estarei sempre bem vestida, nos meus melhores looks, nem estarei sempre produzida com os melhores makes. Não pagarei suas contas, nem lhe levarei a chiques restaurantes. Ao viajar ou sair de casa, não lhe trarei presentes comprados, nem caros, muito menos importados. Não lhe darei motivos para me elogiar a torto e a direito, pois não quero que me diga as mais belas palavras, nem que realize os gestos mais românticos apenas para me agradar. Quero que expresse sua opinião a partir da impressão que lhe causei no primeiro momento em que nos vimos e a partir da nossa convivência. Quero que forme uma imagem minha segundo aquilo que sou não segundo aquilo que você imagina que eu seja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Por: Lílian da Silva Braz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feito a partir da seguinte frase originalmente surgida numa conversa de msn e adaptada para o post no blog: “por mais que eu goste de você, eu não vou falar coisas para te agradar, o que eu acho eu acho”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-6047587556188071009?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6047587556188071009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/12/atitude.html#comment-form' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/6047587556188071009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/6047587556188071009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/12/atitude.html' title='Atitude!'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TQZpXmphHhI/AAAAAAAAALk/F8_F6Ions5g/s72-c/OQAAAOK92zYANW1VCBQmC2il8sFq_WRmPhzM3vpQ_0GVKnif3ubhyO5_TM0citq8Y-Afunm0UsLRLyOUefypq0-zMbgAm1T1UNKmL4k_63SaoW3nW2mA_WibSSIa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-4417537945142536851</id><published>2010-12-12T13:08:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T13:27:29.907-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu só queria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu só queria ter o padrão de beleza que você considera o mais adequado. Queria ter o corpo perfeito para chamar sua atenção. Queria ter a idade que você julgasse ideal para ter uma namorada. Queria ser da sua sala tanto na escola quanto o curso de inglês. Queria morar no seu prédio, no seu andar. Queria estar perto ainda que longe e mais longe se perto. Queria poder saber sobre todos os assuntos que lhe interessam, só para mostrar-lhe que talvez eu seja sim uma boa companhia. Queria conseguir entender o que se passa nessa sua cabecinha típica de adolescente, que adora deixar-me confusa. Queria poder decifrar-te e devorar-te num só olhar. Queria fazer tremer-te com todas minhas atitudes. Queria deixar-lhe boquiaberto com minhas surpresas e satisfeito a cada encontro, de forma que você desejasse-me mais e mais a cada segundo da sua vida. Queria tomar conta de cada respiração profunda vinda de você. Queria poder controlar seu coração, mas não seus sentimentos nem seus atos. Queria poder sempre sentir seus batimentos, sua pulsação sob minhas mãos trêmulas. Queria abraçar-te com toda a força que ainda me resta por conta dessa luta pelo seu amor. Queria, ainda, beijar-te sempre que estivesse com vontade... Mas independentemente de todos os meus desejos, eu queria mais do que tudo, apenas uma coisa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ê &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TQTmDUvS0nI/AAAAAAAAALM/iNBPyqn2-H8/s1600/fotos%2Bfofas%2B1%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549813585608364658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TQTmDUvS0nI/AAAAAAAAALM/iNBPyqn2-H8/s320/fotos%2Bfofas%2B1%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por: Lílian da Silva Braz&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/4020384313415410686-4417537945142536851?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4417537945142536851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-so-queria.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/4417537945142536851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/4417537945142536851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-so-queria.html' title='Eu só queria...'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TQTmDUvS0nI/AAAAAAAAALM/iNBPyqn2-H8/s72-c/fotos%2Bfofas%2B1%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-5925974039249762133</id><published>2010-12-11T15:22:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T14:59:36.675-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Posso não ser...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Posso não ser o bastante para você, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mas sei que posso sê-lo para outro alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Posso não fazer o seu tipo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mas com certeza faço o de outro alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Posso não ser aquilo que você gosta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mas alguém há de gostar de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E, por fim, posso não ser importante para você, como eu gostaria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mas você sempre foi tudo isso e um pouco mais para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ainda assim, acredito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;que eu deva ser importante para um outro alguém... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Para um desconhecido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;para uma pessoa que eu não sinto absolutamente nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;quando estou por perto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Por alguém que eu nunca vou amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;como eu te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TQOz0Bk0YoI/AAAAAAAAALE/FIw7WNhPXIU/s1600/break.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TQOz0Bk0YoI/AAAAAAAAALE/FIw7WNhPXIU/s320/break.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549476872208016002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Por: Lílian da Silva Braz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Baseado num post desse site: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://estilo.teen.zip.net/"&gt;http://estilo.teen.zip.net/&lt;/a&gt; (quando ainda existia né, porque entrei nele agora e vi que está fora do ar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*PS: Gente, sei que estou escrevendo tudo muito melancólico, desiludido etc mas são textos prontos, que eu já havia escrito anteriormente, só não tinha tido tempo de postar. Então vou terminar de postá-los (faltam mais uns 2 ou 3) aí eu volto a escrever coisas mais alegres. =) Espero que até lá vocês não se cansem dos meus posts... beeijos e obrigada a todos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-5925974039249762133?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5925974039249762133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/12/posso-nao-ser.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/5925974039249762133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/5925974039249762133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/12/posso-nao-ser.html' title='Posso não ser...'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TQOz0Bk0YoI/AAAAAAAAALE/FIw7WNhPXIU/s72-c/break.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-7246693923729052158</id><published>2010-12-09T09:33:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T15:31:42.144-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Só enquanto eu respirar, vou me lembrar de você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TQDF22EQXhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/FdRBOtkHaPg/s1600/OgAAAJ6tBbj5ASLai6ORrPbWvkVl5WDw54FVN_VPOJpwoOIX9PKpQqbF009wSOmbcU6haMrjUs8h4LVec3j4n1iNi9gAm1T1UCq1H-3gUo7ViO-4ajbBxwtchUGp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548652286937423378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TQDF22EQXhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/FdRBOtkHaPg/s320/OgAAAJ6tBbj5ASLai6ORrPbWvkVl5WDw54FVN_VPOJpwoOIX9PKpQqbF009wSOmbcU6haMrjUs8h4LVec3j4n1iNi9gAm1T1UCq1H-3gUo7ViO-4ajbBxwtchUGp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;Por muito tempo, tentei ignorar o que sentia, pensando que ora ou outra isso passaria... Acreditei que aquilo não era amor de minha parte, mas apenas amizade. Enganei-me. Lutei com todas as forças para não demonstrar o que guardava em meu peito. Ansiei por lhe contar o que eu nutria aqui dentro, mas ainda assim, fui cruel. Não me permiti cometer tal atrocidade com tamanha rapidez. Puni-me dia após dia por desconfiar de meus mais puros sentimentos por você. Maltratei-me até o último segundo, até que explodi. Aos poucos, dei indiretas para você entender o que eu já não conseguia mais esconder. E para ter certeza de que minha subjetividade havia sido compreendida devidamente, contei-lhe tudo. Fui o mais sincera possível. E você nem se importou com a minha declaração. Continuei sendo aquela garota&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;invisível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, aquela que você não notava... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;Obviamente, isso magoou-me... e MUITO! A partir de então, passei a censurar-me cada vez que minha mente ia de encontro a sua imagem. Torturei-me até não me sentir forte o suficiente para evitar suas aparições repentinas em meus sonhos. Criei buracos profundos em meu coração até o dia de hoje. O dia em que resolvi assumir ao invés de maltratar-me ainda mais. Talvez assim seja melhor. Sei que um dia esquecerei que você existiu, que fez parte da minha vida. Mas por hoje... Bem, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amo-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; e ponto final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por: Lílian da Silva Braz&lt;/i&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/4020384313415410686-7246693923729052158?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7246693923729052158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-enquanto-eu-respirar-vou-me-lembrar.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/7246693923729052158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/7246693923729052158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-enquanto-eu-respirar-vou-me-lembrar.html' title='Só enquanto eu respirar, vou me lembrar de você...'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TQDF22EQXhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/FdRBOtkHaPg/s72-c/OgAAAJ6tBbj5ASLai6ORrPbWvkVl5WDw54FVN_VPOJpwoOIX9PKpQqbF009wSOmbcU6haMrjUs8h4LVec3j4n1iNi9gAm1T1UCq1H-3gUo7ViO-4ajbBxwtchUGp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-4220050927850184985</id><published>2010-09-07T18:57:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T20:33:11.822-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Penso tanto em você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Penso tanto em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#9C9C9C;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;        &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;que esqueço até de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;mesmo sem querer, poder ou dever. Meus pensamentos sempre voam ao teu encontro e fazem-me lembrar da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;sua voz, do seu jeito... E despertam, ainda, o desejo de ter sua companhia e seu carinho cada dia mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%; Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#7030A0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Bate-me uma saudade dos momentos bons que passei ao seu lado: velhos tempos. Éramos um casal feliz, brincalhão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#00B0F0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;E, hoje, mesmo não amando você como antes, continuo adorando pensar em ti.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Quem sabe ainda nos meus sonhos, eu possa lhe reencontrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(247, 150, 70); line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;text-indent: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TIbE7ns33AI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kbEBaYzodwo/s1600/OgAAAAeUyVkUjqhZ93ZuxOyFdEJnZpJajNzgxTcJH-CevwfgkbbZNdW6lrTFpoIYTjsWXs2rK0bc9cGxk9YhaQE4Z04Am1T1UJsfEXIDZSu9z540m5bmgo7fgucl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TIbE7ns33AI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kbEBaYzodwo/s320/OgAAAAeUyVkUjqhZ93ZuxOyFdEJnZpJajNzgxTcJH-CevwfgkbbZNdW6lrTFpoIYTjsWXs2rK0bc9cGxk9YhaQE4Z04Am1T1UJsfEXIDZSu9z540m5bmgo7fgucl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514311322310269954" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-4220050927850184985?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4220050927850184985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/09/penso-tanto-em-voce-que-esqueco-ate-de.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/4220050927850184985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/4220050927850184985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/09/penso-tanto-em-voce-que-esqueco-ate-de.html' title='Penso tanto em você...'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TIbE7ns33AI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kbEBaYzodwo/s72-c/OgAAAAeUyVkUjqhZ93ZuxOyFdEJnZpJajNzgxTcJH-CevwfgkbbZNdW6lrTFpoIYTjsWXs2rK0bc9cGxk9YhaQE4Z04Am1T1UJsfEXIDZSu9z540m5bmgo7fgucl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-3803041906641276246</id><published>2010-08-21T21:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T22:07:21.048-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere over the rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/THB3TsY7V8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/PRL4jL2CNOE/s1600/rainb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/THB3TsY7V8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/PRL4jL2CNOE/s320/rainb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508033524491048898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dizem que depois da tempestade sempre brilha um arco-íris, sempre vem a calmaria e com isso, a paz interior. Hoje sei o quanto isso tem de verdade e o quanto é reconfortante sentir-me assim: leve, tranquila, como se nada pudesse me abalar. E hoje... bem, hoje N-A-D-A pode destruir o meu bom-humor! Sofri demais para deixar que algo ou alguém interfira na minha felicidade... Então, vou curtir, sair por aí em busca do sol e dos amigos. Quero compartilhar com eles essa sensação tão boa, que me deixa flutuando... Flutuando em algum lugar acima das nuvens, acima do arco-íris...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por: Lílian da Silva Braz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-3803041906641276246?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3803041906641276246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/08/somewhere-over-rainbow.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/3803041906641276246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/3803041906641276246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/08/somewhere-over-rainbow.html' title='Somewhere over the rainbow'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/THB3TsY7V8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/PRL4jL2CNOE/s72-c/rainb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-8647083158448851417</id><published>2010-08-07T20:29:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T22:20:06.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ursinho de dormir</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TF3wiENiPfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_lc-mLpz9vU/s1600/OgAAAMvwnTHUfUQRVhCYqP-Ug5Xe0k0VH8Zu6y7vY-aOtx6AX31sn00IGzK5Gqdpc8-EAHDRmXEdDV1WeWB-DP5SCUwAm1T1UNjR4mEK1T4Tl796Swdw8Q3r0SpZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502818787753344498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TF3wiENiPfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_lc-mLpz9vU/s320/OgAAAMvwnTHUfUQRVhCYqP-Ug5Xe0k0VH8Zu6y7vY-aOtx6AX31sn00IGzK5Gqdpc8-EAHDRmXEdDV1WeWB-DP5SCUwAm1T1UNjR4mEK1T4Tl796Swdw8Q3r0SpZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando estou com você, sinto-me segura. Há um tipo de proteção envolvida, algo além de apenas sentimentalismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando estamos juntos, parece que o mundo pode desabar e, ainda assim, estarei tranquila por tê-lo em meus braços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Levo-te comigo por todos os cantos durante meu caminhar, mas é na hora de dormir que lhe aconchego em meu colo. É antes de fechar os olhos que entrelaço minhas mãos ao seu redor, aperto-lhe com força, conto-lhe sobre meu dia e sinto-me reconfortada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;É um alívio ter-lhe sempre por perto, meu ursinho de dormir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por: Lílian da Silva Braz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6c3f329083ed128f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/08/ursinho-de-dormir.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/8647083158448851417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/8647083158448851417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/08/ursinho-de-dormir.html' title='Ursinho de dormir'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TF3wiENiPfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_lc-mLpz9vU/s72-c/OgAAAMvwnTHUfUQRVhCYqP-Ug5Xe0k0VH8Zu6y7vY-aOtx6AX31sn00IGzK5Gqdpc8-EAHDRmXEdDV1WeWB-DP5SCUwAm1T1UNjR4mEK1T4Tl796Swdw8Q3r0SpZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-4697648289205500705</id><published>2010-07-29T12:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T12:22:46.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, como eu queria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah, como eu queria poder lhe dizer quem eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e ter a certeza de que você não me desprezaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;se soubesse de toda a verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como eu queria que você não me ignorasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ao saber que aqueles bilhetes, fui eu quem lhe escrevi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que aquelas palavras, fui eu quem lhe falei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que aqueles presentes, fui eu quem lhe dei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como eu queria poder revelar minha verdadeira identidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sem ter medo da sua reação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como eu queria que nada mudasse entre a gente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mais do que já mudou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Incertezas impedem-me de ser quem eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(quando estou ao seu lado).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porque sei que não será o mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;quando descobrir que eu fiz tudo aquilo por você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;para ter seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Venho plantando esperanças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;regando desilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e colhendo decepções...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Será que um dia isso mudará?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não sei... Apenas sei que nada sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E apenas desejo que toda essa história incerta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;não termine pior do que começou....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por: Lílian da Silva Braz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-4697648289205500705?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4697648289205500705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/07/ah-como-eu-queria.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/4697648289205500705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/4697648289205500705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/07/ah-como-eu-queria.html' title='Ah, como eu queria...'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-5341937569581722177</id><published>2010-07-18T17:29:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T19:17:17.152-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um [não]-conto... de fadas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TENqVqO0ouI/AAAAAAAAAKE/cHHdl10L738/s1600/fotos+fofas+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495352890668393186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TENqVqO0ouI/AAAAAAAAAKE/cHHdl10L738/s320/fotos+fofas+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Era uma vez uma não-princesa, que vivia em um não-castelo, desconhecido, por sinal. Aos 18 anos casou-se com um não-príncipe. Aturou suas não-qualidades e divertiu-se com seus não-defeitos. Viajaram para um não-lugar, com não-pessoas em um não-transporte. E foi em meio a todas a essas negações que&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; viveram felizes para todo o sempre!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por: Lílian da Silva Braz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-5341937569581722177?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5341937569581722177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/07/um-conto-nao-de-fadas.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/5341937569581722177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/5341937569581722177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/07/um-conto-nao-de-fadas.html' title='Um [não]-conto... de fadas.'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TENqVqO0ouI/AAAAAAAAAKE/cHHdl10L738/s72-c/fotos+fofas+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-2968063058189693362</id><published>2010-07-13T20:06:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T17:32:46.050-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You could be the one</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TDzypyKTADI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_MQaOmUEBbc/s1600/Untitled+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 162px; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493532445138681906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TDzypyKTADI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_MQaOmUEBbc/s320/Untitled+1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wanna be your girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You could be that guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;who steals my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;the only one for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You could be the person I'd give my soul to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You could be that one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;to whom I'd offer all my deepest feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You could be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who would receive all my love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you wanted to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por: Lílian da Silva Braz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-2968063058189693362?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2968063058189693362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-could-be-one.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/2968063058189693362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/2968063058189693362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-could-be-one.html' title='You could be the one'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TDzypyKTADI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_MQaOmUEBbc/s72-c/Untitled+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-8497681990826301514</id><published>2010-07-07T14:20:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T16:33:05.127-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desejo todos os dias, ao acordar, que minha vida seja um filme de cinema. Desejo ainda mais, que tudo aconteça exatamente como aquilo que li nos livros, mas com algumas características de pessoas reais. Ardentemente, desejo ser a mocinha... No caso, Bella Swan. Desejo ter dois deuses gregos disputando pelo meu amor, pela minha presença, pelos meus beijos... Desejo estar constantemente em perigo, só para que algum deles venham me salvar. Desejo noites quentes, para que a pele de Edward me refresque. E desejo noites extremamente frias, para que Jake possa me acolher, me esquentar... Desejo momentos românticos, com um alguém mais do que especial, que eu sei que vai me amar acima de tudo; que eu sei que vai me proteger sempre, mesmo quando não for realmente necessário [ainda que eu seja completamente desastrada]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desejo beijos medrosos, como aqueles dados por Bella Swan e Edward Cullen. Mas desejo, também, momentos de descontração ao lado de Jacob Black. Desejo tocar seu corpo, encarar seus olhos, sentir sua pele, observar seu jeito sedutor... Desejo receber um beijo mais profundo e mais quente que o de Edward. Desejo divertir-me e ter a oportunidade de fixar em minha mente a imagem dessas duas pessoas inexistentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De um lado, uma criatura alta, pálida, loura, com olhos que variam do marrom ao caramelo. Um vampiro com virtudes e valores arcaicos, que faz derreter o coração de qualquer garota. Um vampiro que é romântico ao extremo, mas ao seu modo. Que morre de ciúmes da &lt;em&gt;razão de sua existência&lt;/em&gt;, mas que não causa intriga nenhuma... Um ser digno de receber como esposa, a dama mais pura de todas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De outro lado, uma criatura igualmente alta, porém morena, musculosa, de olhos negros, pele quente e macia... Uma criatura dócil, ainda que tenha um gênio forte. Um ser com rostinho de bebê e corpo de homem, capaz de tirar o fôlego de qualquer observadora... Um lobo, não menos digno de encontrar a mulher de sua vida, que o amará eternamente... [ainda que por &lt;em&gt;imprint]&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desejo ardentemente ter tudo aquilo que não é real, mas que me faz sentir alheia ao meu mundo particular e sem graça, cheio de sofrimento: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;desejo Edward Cullen e Jacob Black. Desejo ser Isabella Swan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Desejo ter aquela vida, viver aqueles momentos, com aquelas pessoas, daquela forma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Desejo tudo aquilo que jamais terei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a perfeição, o amor puro e verdadeiro desde suas raízes e duas beldades que me amam... [sendo que uma delas, eu amo mais].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TDTDWgRHF7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/PbzTd40fHC4/s1600/2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 497px; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491228637057718194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TDTDWgRHF7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/PbzTd40fHC4/s320/2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por: Lílian da Silva Braz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-8497681990826301514?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8497681990826301514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/07/desejos.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/8497681990826301514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/8497681990826301514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/07/desejos.html' title='Desejos'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TDTDWgRHF7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/PbzTd40fHC4/s72-c/2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-3945107463973187255</id><published>2010-06-27T20:30:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T20:59:34.444-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, se eu soubesse!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TCfkxZewc-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/JgJ8mw23NJI/s1600/OgAAAODepl9cUdum_514eGQrb_zzkbQOkpZ7YoCyDB5ZLSKOhCk2jLA7Q9QQ87GY-13HBYm6Pg9Xzt_0v7B6LNGgoJkAm1T1UJ5bYIgpWEz2-tad_Z02fK-1bsdJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487606208278852578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TCfkxZewc-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/JgJ8mw23NJI/s320/OgAAAODepl9cUdum_514eGQrb_zzkbQOkpZ7YoCyDB5ZLSKOhCk2jLA7Q9QQ87GY-13HBYm6Pg9Xzt_0v7B6LNGgoJkAm1T1UJ5bYIgpWEz2-tad_Z02fK-1bsdJ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, se eu soubesse, que era a última vez, não teria dito nada do que disse, não teria feito nada além de te abraçar e aproveitar cada segundo sem tirar os olhos de ti.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se tivessem me avisado que era a última vez, eu poderia implorar para que você ficasse mais um pouco, só para te explicar que mais um pouco seria muito pouco, e que por menos que fosse, já seria muito para mim... Se eu soubesse... Ah, se eu soubesse!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falaria-te mil coisas, sem dizer uma única palavra. Mostraria-te mil dias de agonia em apenas um olhar. E quando você estivesse saindo, eu lhe chamaria de volta e daria um último abraço, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com todo o carinho que ninguém mais vai te dar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;* Apenas prevendo o que acontecerá semana que vem... Será? Muito provável...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*Texto retirado da comunidade do Orkut: "Ah, se eu soubesse" --&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community?cmm=58873297"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community?cmm=58873297&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-3945107463973187255?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3945107463973187255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/06/ah-se-eu-soubesse.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/3945107463973187255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/3945107463973187255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/06/ah-se-eu-soubesse.html' title='Ah, se eu soubesse!'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TCfkxZewc-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/JgJ8mw23NJI/s72-c/OgAAAODepl9cUdum_514eGQrb_zzkbQOkpZ7YoCyDB5ZLSKOhCk2jLA7Q9QQ87GY-13HBYm6Pg9Xzt_0v7B6LNGgoJkAm1T1UJ5bYIgpWEz2-tad_Z02fK-1bsdJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-7494732486172335490</id><published>2010-06-25T19:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:11:22.099-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TCUpR-4jGaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WUFNV7KbJZc/s1600/sorriso_no_olhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 131px; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486837109935511970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TCUpR-4jGaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WUFNV7KbJZc/s320/sorriso_no_olhar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Em nós, há qualquer coisa, de eterno e inconfundível, que se imprime &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;no sorriso, no olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; no pensamento; - qualquer coisa que vive, além de nós, e nos assinalou O espírito do Artista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Teixeira de Pascoaes (poeta Português). Poema XII do livro Regresso ao paraíso.&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/4020384313415410686-7494732486172335490?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7494732486172335490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/06/pensamento_25.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/7494732486172335490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/7494732486172335490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/06/pensamento_25.html' title='Pensamento'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TCUpR-4jGaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/WUFNV7KbJZc/s72-c/sorriso_no_olhar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-6029231605192684761</id><published>2010-06-20T18:51:00.016-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T13:34:46.779-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Brasil!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Assisti ao jogo de hoje e, realmente, senti uma vontade IMENSA de postar sobre ele! Não que eu entenda muito de futebol, mas em todo caso estava torcendo! =D rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que ganhamos, mas ainda assim fiquei com uma raiva tremenda!!! Aquele juiz estava de sacanagem, não é possível! (francês também, né). Fora os jogadores da Costa do Marfim, que eu vou te contar, viu? Uns cavalos mesmo! Parece que queriam desmontar o time brasileiro a qualquer custo. Primeiro o Elano, que saiu super machucado e o juiz nem fez nada ¬¬'. Depois o Kaká é expulso, por pouca coisa... convenhamos que foi merecida aquela cotovelada no jogador da Costa do Marfim. Eles estavam impossíveis! grrrr. Fora a confusão toda, né? (ainda por causa do Kaká).Todo mundo indo pra cima dele ¬¬'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas apesar de tudo, esse jogo foi o que me motivou, que me deu uma esperança maior de que o Brasil pode sim ir para frente e pode sim vir a ganhar a Copa =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Agora é só esperar pelas próximas partidas e continuar na torcida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TB6O-XMTrKI/AAAAAAAAAII/C2RnUmshkSg/s1600/ft_agecult_836_824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484978598212512930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TB6O-XMTrKI/AAAAAAAAAII/C2RnUmshkSg/s320/ft_agecult_836_824.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brasil (2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TB6QaAKt76I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1Z85YB-EuhQ/s1600/bra.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 16px; HEIGHT: 16px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484980172579794850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TB6QaAKt76I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1Z85YB-EuhQ/s320/bra.png" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; X Coréia do Norte (1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TB6T0t9XOdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/X91jc0Uz2aA/s1600/coreia.png"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 16px; HEIGHT: 16px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484983930083293650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TB6T0t9XOdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/X91jc0Uz2aA/s320/coreia.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brasil (3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TB6TE6pVngI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AlxVNDu7_BY/s1600/bra.png"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 16px; HEIGHT: 16px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484983108855242242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TB6TE6pVngI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AlxVNDu7_BY/s320/bra.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; X Costa do Marfim (1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TB6TakUJs2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ELnlt3xl7Og/s1600/civ.png"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 16px; HEIGHT: 16px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484983480817922914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TB6TakUJs2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ELnlt3xl7Og/s320/civ.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-6029231605192684761?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6029231605192684761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/06/brasil_20.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/6029231605192684761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/6029231605192684761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/06/brasil_20.html' title='Brasil!'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TB6O-XMTrKI/AAAAAAAAAII/C2RnUmshkSg/s72-c/ft_agecult_836_824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-3042480840313563565</id><published>2010-06-19T17:54:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T18:34:06.275-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hoje eu senti uma &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;saudade tão grande de você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aí resolvi &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mandar um abraço&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não é um abraço comum, é um abraço &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;muito apertado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Para demonstrar o carinho que sinto por você e,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;desejo de te ver feliz, sorrindo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Superando tudo e qualquer problema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Desejo que seus dias sejam sempre brindados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Com a energia do Sol e o brilho das estrelas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Esse abraço também é para agradecer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Obrigada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;por ter me dado a oportunidade de conhecer-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por você fazer parte da minha vida!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;(alguns mais, outros menos. Mas todos importantes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Post dedicado às seguintes pessoas: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Doug, &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Jet,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Luan,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Vini,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Orl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TB0w0SR-6UI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wBECMZfWLqg/s1600/doug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 55px; HEIGHT: 78px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484593596025727298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TB0w0SR-6UI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wBECMZfWLqg/s320/doug.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TB0xqBvhR8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/oK1_yXWb99A/s1600/jet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 54px; HEIGHT: 79px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484594519299147714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TB0xqBvhR8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/oK1_yXWb99A/s320/jet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TB0yqyFqW6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/mJVUGWoViVU/s1600/Untitled+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 66px; HEIGHT: 77px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484595631788546978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TB0yqyFqW6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/mJVUGWoViVU/s320/Untitled+1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TB0z5HMcmPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/S4STF2S-5Qg/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 78px; HEIGHT: 73px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484596977483946226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TB0z5HMcmPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/S4STF2S-5Qg/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TB02Pip2c8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/2z0ni2JUwkQ/s1600/orl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 65px; HEIGHT: 68px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484599561835410370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TB02Pip2c8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/2z0ni2JUwkQ/s320/orl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Principais músicas/bandas que me lembram as pessoas mencionadas: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;These Days (Bon Jovi); &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Será (Legião Urbana);&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Charlie Brown Jr.;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;If today was your last day (Nickelback);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Pra perto de você (Wi-Fi).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-3042480840313563565?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3042480840313563565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/06/saudade.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/3042480840313563565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/3042480840313563565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/06/saudade.html' title='Saudade...'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TB0w0SR-6UI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wBECMZfWLqg/s72-c/doug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-7102800113596239040</id><published>2010-06-13T20:58:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:45:51.949-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuidado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ausência em demasia pode provocar o esquecimento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TBV6N45WH-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ay9c8HD8mUc/s1600/fotoo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 152px; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482422500423245794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TBV6N45WH-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ay9c8HD8mUc/s320/fotoo.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oops! Acho que te esqueci...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Os comentários serão respondidos assim que possível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-7102800113596239040?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7102800113596239040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/06/cuidado.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/7102800113596239040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/7102800113596239040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/06/cuidado.html' title='Cuidado!'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TBV6N45WH-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ay9c8HD8mUc/s72-c/fotoo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-6501846562294546044</id><published>2010-05-28T19:17:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:45:40.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quebre a rotina! Liberte-se!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Contrarie princípios, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;seja excêntrico&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;destaque-se em meio à multidão&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; não siga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;todas as regras à risca, discorde dos outros, pense criticamente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;argumente embasando-se em fontes confiáveis, acorde para a vida, surpreenda-se, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;surpreenda quem está ao seu redor, vá às ruas, manifeste-se, proteste! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quebre a rotina! Liberte-se!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TABECY9thMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FtNchwxPC-4/s1600/tumblr_kztjalXpL11qayfwdo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476451954734236866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TABECY9thMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FtNchwxPC-4/s320/tumblr_kztjalXpL11qayfwdo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Vou demorar um tempo pra responder os comentários em razão do feriado e da monografia que eu tenho pra fazer. Demorarei pra postar também... beijos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-6501846562294546044?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6501846562294546044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/05/quebre-rotina-liberte-se.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/6501846562294546044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/6501846562294546044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/05/quebre-rotina-liberte-se.html' title='Quebre a rotina! Liberte-se!'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/TABECY9thMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FtNchwxPC-4/s72-c/tumblr_kztjalXpL11qayfwdo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-8579290948594837</id><published>2010-05-25T18:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:45:59.595-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Você não tem noção do que me causa ao falar comigo. Não imagina até onde eu iria pelo seu amor. Talvez você não saiba tudo o que eu faria para lhe conquistar...e talvez, um dia, você perceba todas as minhas artimanhas, todas as minhas estratégias para isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Você não reconhece a minha &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ao saber que está ao meu lado... mas acima de tudo, você não nota o quanto meu coração &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;vibra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; quando recebo uma notícia sua ou quando me faz um elogio, ainda que por amizade. Você não sabe que quase tenho um infarte quando alguém comenta sobre você... ou quando você mesmo comenta sobre as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;outras pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Talvez você nem saiba que passo noites em claro, pensando em nossas conversas, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nas suas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... Mas o mais importante que você parece não saber... é que eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475334842818901570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S_xMB6yKNkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fIj9SMQFggk/s320/61.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Ps: Post escrito de acordo com o que veio na cabeça =) Portanto, não está tão bonitinho quanto os outros...&lt;br /&gt;Os comentários serão respondidos no fim de semana =)&lt;br /&gt;beijoos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-8579290948594837?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8579290948594837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-you-boy.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/8579290948594837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/8579290948594837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-you-boy.html' title='I love you, boy'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S_xMB6yKNkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fIj9SMQFggk/s72-c/61.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-6609787211123869599</id><published>2010-05-23T00:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T17:47:33.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O seu coração tem buraquinhos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S_ijgD7OEbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/e_imLcgogoo/s1600/80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474305118273671602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S_ijgD7OEbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/e_imLcgogoo/s320/80.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's simple. Isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um vazio aqui dentro, toma conta de mim. Um misto de sensações boas e ruins...Momentos passam pela minha mente; conversas prendem-se à minha memória... Um alívio e um conforto imenso percorre minh' alma provocando-me uma tensa inquietação. O que será que há por trás desse tranquilo e turbulento dia? Será que são efeitos das nossas conversas? Talvez. Mas o que ainda me incomoda &lt;strong&gt;tanto&lt;/strong&gt; quando estou diante de você? Por que fico tão nervosa ao lhe ver? Ao notar sua plaquinha subindo no msn dizendo-me que ficou online. E em seguida ausente...e mais cinco minutos: "invisível"... Por que será que tudo isso me faz tremer? Por que seus atos e suas palavras fazem palpitar mais e mais rapidamente o meu coração? Não sei... Talvez eu goste mais de você do que antes havia pensado... Será que você merece o meu amor? Talvez. Posso guardar esse meu profundo sentimento; deixá-lo num cantinho escondido do meu coração. Mas ainda que eu o faça, sentirei um vazio... tão belo e inquietante quanto aquele inicial. Ainda faltará uma peça do meu &lt;em&gt;quebra-cabeça&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;particular&lt;/em&gt;... e o meu coração permanecerá repleto de buraquinhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Recados rápidos: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G_dark --&gt; não consegui entrar no seu blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-6609787211123869599?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6609787211123869599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-seu-coracao-tem-buraquinhos.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/6609787211123869599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/6609787211123869599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-seu-coracao-tem-buraquinhos.html' title='O seu coração tem buraquinhos?'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S_ijgD7OEbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/e_imLcgogoo/s72-c/80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-3594333993060616896</id><published>2010-05-17T21:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:36:08.877-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Agradecimentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S_HbjHB9-2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/HVIT_w6KtME/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 172px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472396418461072226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S_HbjHB9-2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/HVIT_w6KtME/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S_HauUdme0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/3bVyg8X4h9M/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Muiiiiito obrigada por tudo! =) Eu precisava dessa conversa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Ser feliz do meu jeito é ser feliz ao falar contigo! É saber que você está presente. E isso basta! *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Uma amizade que surgiu na hora certa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-3594333993060616896?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3594333993060616896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/05/agradecimentos.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/3594333993060616896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/3594333993060616896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/05/agradecimentos.html' title='Agradecimentos'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S_HbjHB9-2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/HVIT_w6KtME/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-5667897927330604122</id><published>2010-05-15T22:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T22:49:54.766-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S-9MxoCdfjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/q-qhvb17we0/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471676487723482674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S-9MxoCdfjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/q-qhvb17we0/s320/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sentirei sua &lt;em&gt;ausência&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tamanha a falta que me fará.&lt;br /&gt;Sentirei por não tê-lo ao meu lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;por não mais existir &lt;em&gt;nossas conversas&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;por não mais ver &lt;em&gt;seus sorrisos&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentirei falta de ouvir sobre seus problemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e de &lt;em&gt;aconselhá-lo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sentirei falta dos momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;em que o vi feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;bem como dos dias em que estava usando óculos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sentirei ainda mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a falta dos &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;seus abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;que um dia me fizeram tão bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;{Por Lílian da Silva Braz}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-5667897927330604122?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5667897927330604122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/05/para-voce.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/5667897927330604122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/5667897927330604122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/05/para-voce.html' title='Para você...'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S-9MxoCdfjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/q-qhvb17we0/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-7551535229145488403</id><published>2010-05-11T20:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:06:51.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>São assuntos do coração...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S-njnjNXThI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5pHGgrRQKjc/s1600/93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470153491023875602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S-njnjNXThI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5pHGgrRQKjc/s320/93.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S-njNJXHChI/AAAAAAAAAFg/J6RTHM3VS8o/s1600/aspas.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 70px; HEIGHT: 42px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470153037408832018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S-njNJXHChI/AAAAAAAAAFg/J6RTHM3VS8o/s320/aspas.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Vou &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;esquecer-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; de que um dia&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; lembrei-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; de você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S-njRqAr18I/AAAAAAAAAFo/GLZggNe7Eag/s1600/aspas2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 62px; HEIGHT: 35px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470153114892621762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S-njRqAr18I/AAAAAAAAAFo/GLZggNe7Eag/s320/aspas2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;{Por Lílian da Silva Braz}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-7551535229145488403?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7551535229145488403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/05/sao-assuntos-do-coracao.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/7551535229145488403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/7551535229145488403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/05/sao-assuntos-do-coracao.html' title='São assuntos do coração...'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S-njnjNXThI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5pHGgrRQKjc/s72-c/93.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-4335802438559498859</id><published>2010-05-08T20:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:12:42.738-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que faz você feliz?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S-X6mE13GvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0xZ7km2qX24/s1600/4114146343_7ae4ea0c4d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469052854552959730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S-X6mE13GvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0xZ7km2qX24/s320/4114146343_7ae4ea0c4d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;1) &lt;em&gt;Beijo na boca, beijo roubado&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;2) Sorriso sincero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;3) Brisa Fresca, sol da manhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4) Música tranquila ou agitada para acompanhar o momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;5) Férias longas, Fim de semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;6) Almoço de domingo no interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7) &lt;em&gt;Família reunida, animais de estimação.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Inverno, banho quente. Verão, banho frio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9) Amor verdadeiro, amigos fiéis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;10) Ida ao &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;, cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;11) Viajar para onde gosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que te faz feliz?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;* (respondam a essa pergunta nos comentários =D )&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/4020384313415410686-4335802438559498859?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4335802438559498859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-que-faz-voce-feliz.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/4335802438559498859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/4335802438559498859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-que-faz-voce-feliz.html' title='O que faz você feliz?'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S-X6mE13GvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0xZ7km2qX24/s72-c/4114146343_7ae4ea0c4d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-3322274096529413007</id><published>2010-05-01T19:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T20:00:10.264-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um abraço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S9yyJIT8acI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TydD1ApkM70/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466439917640640962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S9yyJIT8acI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TydD1ApkM70/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S9ys6L6RqSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/lV1_Zfj4W2w/s1600/3216639134_cbf62bcf6a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais uma vez acordo com o coração apertado, palpitante. Um pressentimento capaz de torturar uma boa alma até que ela se desfaça... uma sensação de que ainda há algo errado. Mas com quem? Comigo ou com aquilo que está ao meu redor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuo meu leve caminhar, rumando numa direção qualquer... Penso mil coisas ao mesmo tempo, ao passo que as batidas do meu coração aceleram-se cada vez mais... Apenas um segundo e não poderei suportar tudo isso...apenas um segundo para lágrimas rolarem sob minha face...Será que aguento? Será que eu posso encarar todas as preocupações sozinha? (&lt;em&gt;Sozinha,&lt;/em&gt; a palavra ecoava em meio aos pensamentos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dou o último passo até chegar ao meu destino final. Encontro-te de braços abertos, pronto para me acolher. E como se já não bastasse, vejo em seu rosto um sorriso de satisfação por poder ajudar-me de alguma maneira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chego mais perto, então. Seus braços me envolvem e me apertam confortavelmente. E de repente é como se toda a minha realidade desaparecesse. É como se todo o cinza da minha vida desse lugar a um colorido tão lindo e chamativo que me fez nunca mais querer me distanciar de você... um abraço tão gostoso e preciso que foi capaz de mudar o meu humor por um longo período de tempo, que fez milagre e transformou uma pequena garotinha numa grande mulher.&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/4020384313415410686-3322274096529413007?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3322274096529413007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/05/um-abraco.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/3322274096529413007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/3322274096529413007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/05/um-abraco.html' title='Um abraço'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S9yyJIT8acI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TydD1ApkM70/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-7027082777433938812</id><published>2010-04-25T14:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T15:22:09.440-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S9SBaSTnLmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9EMamtG_jwo/s1600/4118740358_ecb9d89fcf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464134536497933922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S9SBaSTnLmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9EMamtG_jwo/s320/4118740358_ecb9d89fcf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S9SFrhnuKnI/AAAAAAAAADY/NasVi0095xI/s1600/aspas.png"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 70px; HEIGHT: 42px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464139230713096818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S9SFrhnuKnI/AAAAAAAAADY/NasVi0095xI/s320/aspas.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Talvez minha ausência seja&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; melhor companhia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já que minhas palavras nada &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;te&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dizem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e o meu silêncio pouco &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; importa. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S9SHoRijBlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zhyoJkAYPv4/s1600/aspas2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 62px; HEIGHT: 35px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464141373880075858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S9SHoRijBlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zhyoJkAYPv4/s320/aspas2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S9SGWfSMBOI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZfbWfmrOseY/s1600/aspas2.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;{por Lílian da Silva Braz}&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-7027082777433938812?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7027082777433938812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/04/talvez-minha-ausencia-seja-tua-melhor.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/7027082777433938812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/7027082777433938812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/04/talvez-minha-ausencia-seja-tua-melhor.html' title='Talvez...'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S9SBaSTnLmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9EMamtG_jwo/s72-c/4118740358_ecb9d89fcf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-1609592926576646427</id><published>2010-04-21T19:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:43:05.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S8-LFt_2kMI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZnMumkV3di8/s1600/3803014264_4e9788fa27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462737803386720450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S8-LFt_2kMI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZnMumkV3di8/s320/3803014264_4e9788fa27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não é complicado perceber minha essência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;o que eu realmente sinto dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando eu quero esconder algo, insisto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Porém basta ler meu olhar para ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;o que eu realmente estou sentindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Um dia você aprende que não importa em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;quantos pedaços o seu coração foi partido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;o mundo não pára para que você o conserte"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;{O menestrel - Veronica Shoffstall -&gt; adaptação por William Shakespeare}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-1609592926576646427?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1609592926576646427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/04/nao-e-complicado-perceber-minha.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/1609592926576646427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/1609592926576646427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/04/nao-e-complicado-perceber-minha.html' title='Sentimento...'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S8-LFt_2kMI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZnMumkV3di8/s72-c/3803014264_4e9788fa27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-3384484053434453899</id><published>2010-04-17T20:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:28:55.462-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S8pM2D2DZDI/AAAAAAAAADA/f2JlG5xPfQU/s1600/medo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461261989768815666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S8pM2D2DZDI/AAAAAAAAADA/f2JlG5xPfQU/s320/medo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A lua cheia ilumina a floresta com seu brilho ofuscante. Ouve-se um uivo longo e arrepiante. O vento sopra cada vez mais forte, produzindo um zumbido e trazando as escuras nuvens para perto de um celeiro, onde se esconde uma menininha frágil e indefesa. O farfalhar das árvores agora aumentam, fazendo a garota tremer ainda mais... A porta de madeira começa a ranger e da janela já não se vê mais uma estrela sequer... A escuridão toma conta do local e o medo vai dominando a pobre garotinha... Seu coração palpitante e acelerado, sua respiração ofegante. Inicia-se a tempestade. A menina deseja gritar, mas sua voz quase não sai...meio roouca, faz uma segunda tentativa, sem sucesso. Encolhe-se ainda mais, abraçando os joelhos e reza para que o pesadelo acabe... Um vulto aparece na janela, segurando um facão ensanguentado. Um raio cai lá fora e um relâmpago o ilumina: um rosto desfigurado, um psicopata, serial killer, pronto para atacar. Pula a janela e segue em direção à menina, que está prestes a desmaiar por conta da adrenalina que domina sua alma... O vulto a pega no colo e coloca o facão junto ao seu pescoço. Percebe então, que algo caíra no chão... Hesita por um instante, abaixa-se e... depara-se com uma linda bonequinha de pano, de vestido cor de rosa com flores estampadas. Lembra-se então que dera uma dessas para a filha antes dela ser sequestrada pela mãe. Olha uma última vez para a menina já desmaiada em seus braços... E sem dó nem piedade lhe enfia a faca no coração, mesmo com as lágrimas escorrendo pela horrenda face... Em seguida, faz o mesmo consigo...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-3384484053434453899?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3384484053434453899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/04/medos.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/3384484053434453899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/3384484053434453899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/04/medos.html' title='Medo?'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S8pM2D2DZDI/AAAAAAAAADA/f2JlG5xPfQU/s72-c/medo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-7948605698674652746</id><published>2010-04-12T20:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T19:34:20.887-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para refletir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S8OzgNmQPpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_q27MMl_lm4/s1600/2535657160_4e3144ac98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459404539290467986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S8OzgNmQPpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_q27MMl_lm4/s320/2535657160_4e3144ac98.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-7948605698674652746?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7948605698674652746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/04/para-refletir.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/7948605698674652746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/7948605698674652746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/04/para-refletir.html' title='Para refletir...'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S8OzgNmQPpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_q27MMl_lm4/s72-c/2535657160_4e3144ac98.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-2234255051680910185</id><published>2010-04-04T15:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T15:21:45.893-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Da minha vida cuido eu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S7jWPV9H6fI/AAAAAAAAACw/Jay_9Z39cSI/s1600/t.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456346507639253490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S7jWPV9H6fI/AAAAAAAAACw/Jay_9Z39cSI/s320/t.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Algumas pessoas não se contentam em cuidar da própria vida e necessitam cuidar da vida de quem está ao lado. Por que será? Juro que não entendo esse pensamento de ter sempre alguém prestando atenção nos passos do outro, julgando e condenando tudo aquilo que fizeram ou deixaram de fazer... Penso que cada um é responsável por seus atos e pelas respectivas consequências. Cada um sabe os próprios limites e tem conhecimento de quando é a hora certa de ultrapassá-los ou não. É desnecessário ter sempre alguém vigiando o que você faz, ouvindo o que você fala, lendo o que você escreve para extravar... Às vezes fico viajando nos meus pensamentos, tentando entender de onde vem tanta curiosidade de um ser humano só... Eu diria até que tudo isso é inveja ou quem sabe preconceito. Inveja, porque muitas dessas pessoas podem querer ser você, ter a sua vida, poder fazer o que você faz. E preconceito, porque nçao cultivam as mesmas crenças que você. Porque pensam de maneira diferente. Mas ainda assim, isso não justifica o desrespeito para com o outro. Não sei quantos concordam comigo, mas cada um deve cuidar daquilo que é seu e esquecer por pelo menos um momento o que não lhe pertence. Afinal, não há nada mais irritante do que pessoas lhe dizendo o que você deveria ou não ter feito e de que modo...&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/4020384313415410686-2234255051680910185?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2234255051680910185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/04/da-minha-vida-cuido-eu.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/2234255051680910185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/2234255051680910185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/04/da-minha-vida-cuido-eu.html' title='Da minha vida cuido eu!'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S7jWPV9H6fI/AAAAAAAAACw/Jay_9Z39cSI/s72-c/t.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-6845759812916316361</id><published>2010-04-04T14:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T15:27:47.258-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S7jSi-4HjjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zyPqZyX5GMI/s1600/sentimentos.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456342446995115570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S7jSi-4HjjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zyPqZyX5GMI/s320/sentimentos.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Você já se sentiu como se nada no seu mundo pudesse se encaixar? Já se sentiu estranho (a) a ponto de não reconhecer seus verdadeiros sentimentos? Pois bem, estou assim há algum tempo. É como se os sentimentos estivessem todos juntos... Alegria, raiva, tristeza, euforia, tédio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu esteja assim, porque as férias estão acabando e eu já voltei para casa. Talvez seja por causa dos problemas que enfrento diariamente... Ou quem sabe é pela faculdade que começa amanhã... (uma novidade na minha vidinha parada). É. Pensando bem, é por causa disso mesmo. Eu estou mesmo um pouco angustiada... Não sei se irei ao trote, não conheço ninguém de lá, não sei como serão as aulas e os professores. Não sei, inclusive, se gostarei do curso. Espero que sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E embora eu esteja com medo de iniciar essa nova fase da minha vida, devo compreender que nada é um bicho de sete cabeças. É preciso boa auto-estima, fé e determinação para seguir em frente, afinal, um simples obstáculo não pode impedir uma caminhada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfrentarei, portanto, todos os meus medos e veremos o que acontece. Espero que vocês torçam por mim, assim como eu torço para vocês terem sucesso em tudo que fizerem =)&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/4020384313415410686-6845759812916316361?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6845759812916316361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/04/sentimentos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/6845759812916316361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/6845759812916316361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/04/sentimentos.html' title='Sentimentos'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S7jSi-4HjjI/AAAAAAAAACo/zyPqZyX5GMI/s72-c/sentimentos.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-1921434209473986205</id><published>2010-03-25T19:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T19:33:30.808-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Is love in the air?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S6viCuRK2DI/AAAAAAAAACg/TN-D-2s81XU/s1600/love.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 386px; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452700310269777970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S6viCuRK2DI/AAAAAAAAACg/TN-D-2s81XU/s320/love.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Você avista por acaso quem você tanto queria. Ele está a metros de distância. Você sente seu corpo estremecer. Suas mãos começam a suar. Seu coração acelera cada vez mais, quase saltando pela boca. Você observa aquela pessoa, como se fosse em câmera lenta: altura mediana, moreno, corpo sarado, um rosto de bebê. De repente ele abre um lindo sorriso, com denter incrivelmente brancos, perfeitamente alinhados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês continuam caminhando, um em direção ao outro, até se cruzarem. Param. Ele inicia um diálogo e você treme mais ainda. Atrapalha-se um pouco com as palavras, que saem engasgadas por conta do nervosismo. Vocês acabam por se divertir a tarde toda sem se dar conta que o tempo passou tão rapidamente. Então, como despedida, ele lhe dá um beijo demorado, daqueles de cinema que fica gravado para sempre na memória. Você dá uma última olhada nele, vira-se, entra no carro e vai para casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao chegar, toma um banho quente na banheira com espumas e pétalas de rosa. Prepara-se para deitar. Antes de realmente fechar os olhos e sonhar com o dia maravilhoso que teve, fica pensando na vida, nos contos de fada. Será que eles realmente existem? Ou foi só você que se sentiu uma verdadeira princesa, por ter passado o dia com quem ama? Será que esse encontro foi tão importante assim para ele como foi para você? Será que você não está se iludindo uma vez mais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então... seus pensamentos são interrompidos por um leve sinal... Você olha no celular: mensagem dele. E descobre enfim, que ele a ama e a quer para todo o sempre, assim como nos contos de fada.&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/4020384313415410686-1921434209473986205?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1921434209473986205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-love-in-air.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/1921434209473986205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/1921434209473986205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-love-in-air.html' title='Is love in the air?'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S6viCuRK2DI/AAAAAAAAACg/TN-D-2s81XU/s72-c/love.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-9141207204585347395</id><published>2010-03-21T20:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:49:20.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Consequências</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S6aqDsXY1WI/AAAAAAAAACY/xzjTIP4Kdjs/s1600-h/verde.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 421px; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451231379404150114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S6aqDsXY1WI/AAAAAAAAACY/xzjTIP4Kdjs/s320/verde.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;O que a imagem acima te diz? Será que algum dia alguém realmente se importou com a natureza? Será que alguém algum dia já pensou nos benefícios que ela poderia nos trazer? Bom... se isso aconteceu, pode ter certeza de que foi apenas por parte de uma minoria insignificante, o que é lamentável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Há muito tempo, desde que se iniciou uma espécie de "corrida pelo desenvolvimento" as pessoas foram cada vez mais se esquecendo daquilo que um dia foi motivo de alegria, estabilidade e bem-estar. Esqueceram-se de que seria possível sobreviver à moda da antiguidade ou como os índios: usufruindo apenas aquilo que ambiente natural era capaz de produzir. A comunidade sobrevivia sem tecnologias de ponta, sem estradas asfaltadas, sem meios de transporte e eletricidade. Não era necessário nenhum luxo para isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto, com o decorrer dos anos, os homens sentiram a necessidade de ir em busca de algo que facilitasse suas vidas: inovação tanto em relação a infra-estrutura quanto em relação aos meios de comunicação e transporte. Está certo que tudo isso abriu novas oportunidades para a sociedade, originando uma dinâmica maior nas cidades do mundo todo devido às estradas e às ferrovias. Colaborou também para os estudos no ramo da Medicina, por exemplo, o que trouxe esperança para a cura de doenças antes desconhecidas, possibilitando um maior período de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contudo, a criação dessas máquinas e progresso em estudos não foi o suficiente para suprir as necessidades de toda a população. Os benefícios se concentraram nas mãos de capitalistas conservadores, e grandes empresários, que desde o início se importavam apenas com o lucro que ganhariam, desrespeitando leis ambientais e ignorando as possíveis consequências que seus atos poderiam causar. irresponsabilidade? Talvez. Falta de planejamento? Provável. Ambição? Com certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O problema maior é que a falta de consciência de boa parte dos cidadãos vem provocando inúmeros problemas na sociedade: ruas e estradas asfaltadas juntamente com lixo jogado em lugares impróprios impedem a infiltração da água das chuvas no solo, causando enchentes; a quantidade de veículos e indústrias cada vez maior aumenta a emissão de gases poluentes, colaborando para o efeito estufa e o aquecimento global, que por sua vez atinge as calotas polares, derretendo-as e modificando o hábitat natural de muitos animais além de aumentar o nível de água do mar, e, finalmente, o conflito mostrado na figura acima: desmatamento sem limites, que destrói (e já destruiu) boa parte da flora e fauna existente no mundo, ocasionando desequilíbrio dos ecossistemas e que no final das contas acaba por influenciar o próprio dia a dia dos homens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendo assim, é preciso que haja conscientização de boa parte da população, para que cada um repense nas suas atitudes e passe a colaborar mais com o meio em que vive, pois é ele que influencia o homem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*Eu sei que essa frase é clichê, mas... Se ninguém fizer nada, a situação não mudará. E estamos sujeitos desde já a sofrer ainda mais as consequências, que tendem a piorar cada vez mais. Elas podem até comprometer a vida das futuras gerações... pense nisso: hoje você sente apenas uma parte das consequências, mas no futuro quem enfrentará um caos maior serão os seus filhos e netos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-9141207204585347395?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/9141207204585347395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/03/consequencias.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/9141207204585347395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/9141207204585347395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/03/consequencias.html' title='Consequências'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S6aqDsXY1WI/AAAAAAAAACY/xzjTIP4Kdjs/s72-c/verde.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-8703608395626782204</id><published>2010-03-21T20:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:11:20.077-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Machado de Assis e o comportamento humano</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O texto de Machado de Assis, chamado "A borboleta preta" retirado da obra "Memórias Póstumas de Brás Cubas", apresenta inúmeras características realistas, devido à denúncia que o autor faz sobre a sociedade da época. Não só esse capítulo, como também outras obras realistas fazem uma análise crítica da sociedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contudo, ao ler especificamente esse texto, percebe-se que está evidente uma metáfora que diz respeito à aceitação ou não das diferenças sociais: a borboleta negra. Entende-se por esse símbolo, que a sociedade descrita por Machado de Assis, provavelmente era preconceituosa e racista. Um trecho que retrata essa afirmação é: "(...) Veja como é bom ser superior às borboletas!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro comportamento humano criticado por esse capítulo e que também pode ser exemplificado pela citação acima é o egocentrismo, elemento relacionado à ambição, à sociedade de interesses e ao capitalismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observando a nossa sociedade, do século XXI, percebe-se que não há muitas mudanças, as pessoas continuam agindo da mesma forma que antes e continuam com a mesma mentalidade racista e ambiciosa. Porém, a população deveria transformar seu modo de pensar ou pelo menos, aprender a tolerar as diferenças existentes no mundo, ainda que isso seja feito a longo prazo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-8703608395626782204?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8703608395626782204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/03/machado-de-assis-e-o-comportamento.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/8703608395626782204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/8703608395626782204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/03/machado-de-assis-e-o-comportamento.html' title='Machado de Assis e o comportamento humano'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-6687329533675564770</id><published>2010-03-21T19:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:53:39.321-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desigualdade Social</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A desigualdade social tanto no Brasil como no mundo, está evidente em nossa sociedade principalmente devido ao sistema capitalista e consumista em que vivemos. Segundo a ONU, o Brasil se encontra em segundo lugar na lista de países com altos índices de desigualdade, perdendo somente para um país africano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mundo hoje, estima-se que há 800 milhões de pessoas desnutridas e que há 300 milhões de crianças passando fome, apesar de em 1974 ter sido criada uma lei que dizia: Todo homem, criança e mulher têm o direito de se alimentar diariamente, de modo que se satisfaçam suas necessidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tema da miséria e da pobreza é tratado por diversos autores, dentre eles pode-se citar o Ítalo Calvino. Em sua obra "Marcovaldo ou as Estações na cidade", há um operário chamado Marcovaldo que, na hora do almoço alimenta-se de linguiça e nabo utilizando talheres de estanho, enquanto um menino rico se alimenta de fritada de miolos utilizando talheres de prata. E é justamente essa cena que focaliza a desigualdade social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo Drummond, nossa sociedade é caracterizada pelos seguintes versos: "a opulência do eu, / a pobreza do mundo", o que significa que a população é muito egoísta e que a maior parte dela visa ao lucro e o seu bem-estra próprio, esquecendo-se da classe social menos favorecida. Esses versos são um alerta tanto para as pessoas como para o governo. Ambos devem tomar providências em relação à fome e à desigualdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma medida que pode diminuir o problema é transformar a sociedade capitalista em uma sociedade comunista. Ainda que esse processo seja lento e tenha um resultado a longo prazo, essa mudança faria com que houvesse melhor distribuição de renda, melhores empregos em maior quantidade e melhores condições de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-6687329533675564770?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6687329533675564770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/03/desigualdade-social.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/6687329533675564770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/6687329533675564770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/03/desigualdade-social.html' title='Desigualdade Social'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-84598245783653772</id><published>2010-03-21T18:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:38:06.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'>With Honors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Todos os dias enfrentamos inúmeros problemas em nossa sociedade, como por exemplo, poluição, pobreza, miséria, fome etc. Muitos deles são considerados "comuns" para parte da população, que prefere fechar os olhos para os conflitos a visualizá-los. Tal fato ocorre frequentemente em relação as diferenças sociais, tema tratado no filme "With Honors" de Alek Keshishian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No início do filme, Monty (estudante de Harvard) está preparando uma monografia sobre "assuntos governamentais", a qual pretende terminar antes do prazo maior, para que possa encerrar o curso com mérito. Contudo, no decorrer da história, o computador do estudante quebra. Então ele, por segurança, decide tirar xerox das folhas que já havia impresso e no caminho acaba deixando sua monografia cair no porão de uma biblioteca pública. Ao tentar recuperá-la, descobre que o mendigo Simon a pegou. E é esse o fato que dá origem ao resto do filme e à transformação das ideologias de Monty. É também por meio dessas duas personagens, que se ilustra a diferença social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A princípio, Monty tinha uma visão mais conservadora em relação ao mundo. Ele fazia distinção entre os mais privilegiados e os menos favorecidos. Porém, a partir do momento em que Simon faz um acordo com o estudante de Harvard e do convívio diário entre os dois, sua ideia muda completamente. Monty passa a perceber, pela prática, que todas as pessoas são iguais e têm os mesmo direitos e necessidades, independente de sua situação financeira. Os dois então, passam a ter uma relação afetiva de amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diante do desenrolar da história, pode-se dizer que uma monografia deve ser baseada na realidade prática do cotidiano, não em ideais que muito provavelmente não poderão ser concretizados. Dessa forma, ela se torna um importante instrumento para mudar a sociedade. E, dentro desse contexto, é possível que todos façam suas contribuições para um mundo melhor, mais igualitário e  mais rico culturalmente. Todos devem lutar por uma boa qualidade de ensino nas escolas, que é fundamental para a intelectualização das pessoas. Sendo assim, quanto maior o nível de educação oferecido para toda a população, maior será a conscientização humana em relação aos problemas diários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, conclui-se que "o objetivo final de um curso é obter um diploma e usá-lo como ponto de referência do seu conhecimento", visando também às necessidades do próximo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S6aYOErU9WI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AqgrAOI3EbU/s1600-h/with+honors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 218px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451211766519625058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S6aYOErU9WI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AqgrAOI3EbU/s320/with+honors.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Informações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tradução de "With Honors": Com mérito&lt;br /&gt;Direção: Alek Keshishian&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de duração: 101 min.&lt;br /&gt;País de origem: EUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ano exibição: 1994&lt;br /&gt;Distribuidora: Warner Bros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Sinopse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eu sou um mendigo. Mas... Eu sou um mendigo em Harvard", diz Simon Wilder (o ganhador de Oscar, Joe Pesci), que vive pelos próprios recursos naquele campus. Lá ele encontra o veterano Monty Kessler (Brendan Fraser), que não teria nada a ver com o sem teto se não fosse por uma coisa: Simon tem a única cópia da tese final de Monty! Ele a devolverá por comida, um lugar para ficar e mais: uma página - por um favor - por vez. Uma nova vida está começando para Monty e seus colegas de dormitório (Moira Kelly, Patrick Dempsey, Josh Hamilton). Eles estão prestes a aprender que se você quer uma graduação, vá para Harvard. Se você quer aprender algo sobre a vida, veja Simon Wilder aconchegado e ganhando Com Mérito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.supercinema.com.br/filmes/com_merito.shtml"&gt;http://www.supercinema.com.br/filmes/com_merito.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-84598245783653772?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/84598245783653772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/03/with-honors.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/84598245783653772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/84598245783653772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/03/with-honors.html' title='With Honors'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S6aYOErU9WI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AqgrAOI3EbU/s72-c/with+honors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-1464114662172998306</id><published>2010-03-21T18:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:51:09.977-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Transposição do Rio São Francisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há muito tempo, os seres humanos vêm interferindo drasticamente no meio ambiente sem se importar muito com as consequências que isso traria no futuro. Na realidade, a preocupação com as questões ambientais surgiu há pouco tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O desenvolvimento das cidades, a explosão demográfica, as migrações e a urbanização são fatores que contribuíram para a exploração do ambiente e para problemas relacionados à água, tais como: contaminação dos mananciais, consumo elevado de água potável, irrigação pouco eficaz (já que apenas 50% da água utilizada é aproveitada, enquanto o restante evapora), desperdício, mau uso, entre outros elementos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dentro desse contexto, surgiu também a questão da transposição do Rio São Francisco. Em relação a isso há duas visões antagônicas. Uma delas diz respeito à indústria da seca, cujo objetivo é ganhar lucro com a transposição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por outro lado, devemos considerar a água potável como um patrimônio da humanidade, já que ela está se tornando cada vez mas escassa. Além disso, se essa obra for feita haverá um alto custo envolvido e o rio pode até secar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Diante dessa situação, podemos dizer que o problema principal não é a falta de água potável e sim o acesso à ela. Então, a melhor forma de preservá-la é construindo as cisternas, de modo que a população possa usá-la, sem fazer a transposição. Poderia arranjar uma outra forma de levar a água até o Nordeste, favorecendo as pessoas que lá vivem e não prejudicando o meio ambiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S6aRhvvcVnI/AAAAAAAAACI/r5DRXuto5wQ/s1600-h/rio.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451204407915730546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S6aRhvvcVnI/AAAAAAAAACI/r5DRXuto5wQ/s320/rio.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-1464114662172998306?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1464114662172998306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/03/transposicao-do-rio-sao-francisco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/1464114662172998306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/1464114662172998306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/03/transposicao-do-rio-sao-francisco.html' title='Transposição do Rio São Francisco'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S6aRhvvcVnI/AAAAAAAAACI/r5DRXuto5wQ/s72-c/rio.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-793151799065435821</id><published>2010-02-20T22:04:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:52:22.547-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recursos hídricos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A água no mundo é de suma importância tanto para os homens quanto para os demais seres vivos, uma vez que é fundamental para a manutenção da vida na Terra. Embora a água seja abundante, sabemos que a maior parte dela se encontra em mares e oceanos, enquanto o restante vem sendo poluído devido às interferências humanas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o surgimentos das primeiras fábricas, as pessoas se tornaram cada vez mais consumistas não só em relação aos produtos industrializados, mas também em relação à água. Tanto esse aspecto como o aumento da população prejudicam o meio ambiente e a própria sociedade, posto que os recursos hídricos estão sendo cada vez mais explorados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse contexto, podemos dizer que o principal motivo da "crise da água" é a escassez da água potável. Cada vez mais, a água doce que ainda temos disponível está se tornando inviável ao consumo, devido sua poluição por resíduos de processos industriais, esgotos domésticos, fertilizantes e pesticidas químicos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro fator que contribui para tal situação é o desperdício desse elemento nas irrigações que apresentam técnicas pouco eficazes e de baixo rendimento, fazendo com que pouco mais da metade da água evapore e o mínimo restante seja aproveitado pelas plantações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, os recursos hídricos existentes e os ecossistemas que garantem a reciclagem da água doce precisam ser preservados. A sociedade deveria se conscientizar das graves consequências que o mundo enfrentará em relação à escassez da água e o governo poderia investir no tratamento de rios e outros ambientes aquáticos que estão poluídos. Desse modo, a vida na Terra seria melhor tanto para a natureza, quanto para a humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4B49V56uiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DCyShaEaJ60/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440481345110981154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4B49V56uiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DCyShaEaJ60/s320/2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4020384313415410686-793151799065435821?l=just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/feeds/793151799065435821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/02/recursos-hidricos_20.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/793151799065435821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4020384313415410686/posts/default/793151799065435821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-me-and-the-world.blogspot.com/2010/02/recursos-hidricos_20.html' title='Recursos hídricos'/><author><name>Lika Band</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04255733387018942029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4BzrjeFANI/AAAAAAAAABY/Jr3RqjOcXSU/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-0trAD6-LJg/S4B49V56uiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DCyShaEaJ60/s72-c/2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020384313415410686.post-7624715633902393930</id><published>2010-02-19T13:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T13:15:02.957-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olá</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Primeiro post! Estou pensando ainda se vou mesmo ficar com esse blog. Minha ideia era transpor todos os meus posts do outro blog para esse... mas como o ctrl+c ctrl+v não funciona por aqui, eu não sei como farei isso... Dá uma preguiça de digitar tudo de novo... Fora os comentários que eu tinha lá também né... 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