<?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-33362477</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:45:36.339-04:00</updated><category term='outono'/><title type='text'>εϊз Menina Borboleta εϊз</title><subtitle type='html'>"Voa voa..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-7068065885709877806</id><published>2008-10-25T07:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:06:44.479-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje em dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/SQL9PH4HmgI/AAAAAAAAALI/Fas8iDEj2Pg/s1600-h/448685722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/SQL9PH4HmgI/AAAAAAAAALI/Fas8iDEj2Pg/s320/448685722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261045750976453122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Bemm...&lt;br /&gt;lala laaa leee eee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria saber de uma forma bem exata expressar aquilo que eu vivo...&lt;br /&gt;aquilo que se passa... mas na verdade nem entendo o que acontece, quanto mais escrever...&lt;br /&gt;mas vejamos se por hora consigo me expressar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu acordei bastanteeeee feliz... se naum fossem as mil indagações que me faço a felicidade neste momento seria plena... sem cortes e pedaços...&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, penso que devo estar pensando demais... agindo de menos...&lt;br /&gt;ou não... tah vendo? eu penso demais!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Penso demais por ser tão confusa, tão de fases, tão incógnita... pra poder achar o ser de tudo à toda hora...&lt;br /&gt;e... pensando agora, me faço uma pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;Por que serah que pra mim eu sou uma incógnita... e pra alguns tão previsível?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh sei lah...&lt;br /&gt;por hoje chega deste assunto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-7068065885709877806?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/7068065885709877806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=7068065885709877806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/7068065885709877806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/7068065885709877806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoje-em-dia.html' title='Hoje em dia...'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/SQL9PH4HmgI/AAAAAAAAALI/Fas8iDEj2Pg/s72-c/448685722.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-1095830766869351674</id><published>2008-10-18T09:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T09:18:40.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>muito tempo depoisss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nuussa quanto tempo eu não escrevo aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;então tava relendo os post's e pensei... vou escrever novamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bem, desde os últimos dois post's deste ano muita coisa mudou... e mudou mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;comecei um regime ... e emagreci 10 kg (engordei de novo depois)... conheci o amor da minha vida... comecei a namorar... noivei e casei... hsauhsauhasuhsa, sai do emprego e comecei a fazer dois estágios, tive anemia... reconheci amigos, tive saudade da família... correria com os estágios... desinteresse com a facul... uma meia loucura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;bem... axo que a partir de hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;eu volto a escrever por aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;=D&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/33362477-1095830766869351674?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/1095830766869351674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=1095830766869351674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/1095830766869351674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/1095830766869351674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2008/10/muito-tempo-depoisss.html' title='muito tempo depoisss...'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-189167316031630779</id><published>2008-01-03T10:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:56:44.311-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre as férias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/R3zv6_ige3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/ygyQrnMx71g/s1600-h/RECO0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151255870572624754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/R3zv6_ige3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/ygyQrnMx71g/s320/RECO0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ontem o dia começou legal... msn... o povo que eu gosto tudooo on... do nada começou a ficar estressante o dia... qndo tudo tava ótimo... eu tinha visto uns programas legais na tv, [o q eu nunca faço]... resolvemos ir ao centro da cidade dar uma volta... mas tava um calorrrrr insuportável... encontramos o namorado da minha irmã... aí vc jah sabe a vela de sete dias que eu viro... a não ser por ter encontrado minha 'tia', esposa do meu tio Idevaldo... o q ajudou um pouco... fomos pra casa dela dar uma 'pausa' no andado... e por 'sorte' ou 'azar', aparece meu pai na casa do titio... e deixa a gente bem perto de casa... [o q foi bom por um lado, pq eu detestoooooo calor], cheguei aqui com uma 'p' dor de kbça q não queria passar... msn de novo! tava mto bom... poucos q eu falo mas tava legal os assuntos... mto mto bom apesar da 'p' dor de kbça!!! axei q o povo daqui de casa naum ia demorar o tanto de tempoooo q demoram pra ver uma casa nova pra 'gente' morar... o q demorou mto... e eu q tava louca pra ir na represa, recebo a noticia q meu amigo vai pra lah e está me chamando para ir junto... amigooo sabe o quanto eh duro ficar plantada em casa sem nada pra fazer ou alguem q vc conhece pra conversar... mas demorou tanto q naum deu pra mim ir... sniff... e pra variar qndo eles chegaram eu tive q dxar o msn... pq minha irmã n tinha usado o pc ainda [o q era mentira... mas sempre sobra pra mim neh]... entaum eu com a 'p' dor de kbça ainda fui ver tv... e pra variar meu pai aparece e muda de canal... ooo raiva... mas ae ele viu q eu tava com raiva e me dxou... dxo pq n aguentou... entregou os pontos tava com sono e foi dormir... fora q ele antes ficava colocando na TV JUSTIÇA... tah td bem... mas eu tou de fériassss... foi ateh legal ficar na tv pq estava passando coisas q eu gosto... seriados sobre criminosos... investigações... essas coisas... soh q pra completar a raiva o pestinha do meu irmão super mais novo... ficava mudando de canal... e como jah falei sempre sobra pra mim... mas eu disse q ia bater nele mesmo assim... e assim terminou a noite... eu indo dormir pensando q n pude ir na represa q eh o q eu mais gosto de fazer qndo estou aqui... e pensando no pq de sempre sobrar pra mim qndo eu estou aqui... shauhsauhsauhuahasu... e pensar em umas outras coisas familiares de ordem 'pai'... mas isso passa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje eu estou aqui feliz, escutando los hermanos... uma das coisas que consegui fazer aqui... 'baixar música de qualidade'... tou feliz mas tenho, ops tinha q lavar a louça... agora tenho q guardar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Espero q o dia hj seja ótimo e tenha coisas pra fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e nda de sol hj naum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ps: fotinha com o Tiii! eu amei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bom Dia!&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/33362477-189167316031630779?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/189167316031630779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=189167316031630779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/189167316031630779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/189167316031630779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2008/01/sobre-as-frias.html' title='Sobre as férias...'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/R3zv6_ige3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/ygyQrnMx71g/s72-c/RECO0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-4946506778073815327</id><published>2008-01-02T12:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:56:44.503-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/R3u16fige2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/TnM-fueArfA/s1600-h/ferias+2008+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/R3u16fige2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/TnM-fueArfA/s320/ferias+2008+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150910615331568482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entaum...&lt;br /&gt;Início de ano e eu pensando como o ano passado foi ótimo...&lt;br /&gt;Não consegui tudo que eu queria... mas superei um monte de coisas...&lt;br /&gt;e soh tenho q agradecer pq foi perfeito... mtas amizadesss... falta de algumas... um poco melhor em casa talvez, menos festa e mais estudo... mta correria com a facul e nervos a mil... um trabalho q eu gosto maiss...&lt;br /&gt;Ano Novo entaum Vida Nova! rs&lt;br /&gt;Esse mês sem correria... agora toou de fériass! quero aproveitar mto... pra variar vim pra casa do meu papusco... e estou amando ficar aqui com os ' pestinhas '... meus irmãossss... e tou sentindo saudadeee do meu povo lah de casa... dos meus amigoss lah... mas eh aproveitar o aqui e o agora e curtir...&lt;br /&gt;Bem, não fiz mtas promessas... e tem uma que eu preciso cumprir... seriamente... umas coisas eu deixei pra traz... e por isso eu tou feliz...&lt;br /&gt;mas ainda não me dei conta de que eh um novo ano naum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que esse ano seja perfeito... Pra todos Nós!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[podia tanto começar com uma coisinha... husaushuahsuahusahuahusha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-4946506778073815327?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/4946506778073815327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=4946506778073815327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/4946506778073815327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/4946506778073815327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy.html' title='Happy! =)'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/R3u16fige2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/TnM-fueArfA/s72-c/ferias+2008+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-245151369360647796</id><published>2007-11-18T21:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:56:44.671-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Feliz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/R0DWDf6j1PI/AAAAAAAAAHw/RLGmwsLfJsM/s1600-h/pierrot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134338930797434098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/R0DWDf6j1PI/AAAAAAAAAHw/RLGmwsLfJsM/s320/pierrot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente... tah tudo bem melhor na minha vida... ou melhor, super melhor...&lt;br /&gt;eh incrível como as coisas tem se resolvido... eu rezo... e pronto...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo meio na correria ateh agora... mas eu tou super animada...&lt;br /&gt;Queria soh postar pra dizer q amo tudo o q me acontece... e todos meus amigos... eh tudo q me tem feito feliz... presentes de Deus na minha vida... Soh posso agradecer...&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-245151369360647796?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/245151369360647796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=245151369360647796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/245151369360647796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/245151369360647796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2007/11/super-feliz.html' title='Super Feliz...'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/R0DWDf6j1PI/AAAAAAAAAHw/RLGmwsLfJsM/s72-c/pierrot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-4703312808066080128</id><published>2007-10-28T21:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:56:45.019-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reinvento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RyUl2DMCE0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/ahBJep6dTi8/s1600-h/colombina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126545361330115394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RyUl2DMCE0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/ahBJep6dTi8/s320/colombina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem inventou você fui eu, porém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tenho que desinventar, pro bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preciso me livrar de tudo o que é você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um espaço pra criar um outro alguém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na pressa de suprir você, errei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só me esbarrei em desamor, tentei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preciso me soltar de tudo onde há você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se vai passar alguém, eu já nem sei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E então esse tempo fez deslembrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vai ser um bom momento pra me filtrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voltei pra te ver, mas sem te inventar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra saber se vou chorar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voltei pra te ver, mas sem te inventar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ressaber se vai passar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;E, hoje foi um dia bom, sai pra passear com os amigos... festinha do Rafael, niver da Edilaine tb... foi calmo, mas foi legal... pessoal feliz... tava engraçado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Ele, ainda n ligou. Eu queria... saudadeeeee... mas eh melhor me soltar de tudo onde há vc... rs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Tanta coisa pra fazer q eu n fiz esse final de semana... mas uma coisa me anima... as aulinhas de direção amanhã... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Ando mto nervosa... um poco triste... sem vontade de fazer nda quase... mas são crises e eu sei q vai passar... deve ser TPM... shauhsuahuaauhau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Vontade leve de vc... mas... hj n deu...quem sabe amanhã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Tou triste comigo pq n fiz umas coisas q eu tinha q fazer... burra burra burra... mas jah foi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;eh... essa semana vai ser curta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;nascendo feliz... como eu to precisando de algo pra pensar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Amigos, obrigada pela companhia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;=**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-4703312808066080128?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/4703312808066080128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=4703312808066080128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/4703312808066080128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/4703312808066080128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2007/10/reinvento.html' title='Reinvento'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RyUl2DMCE0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/ahBJep6dTi8/s72-c/colombina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-1747881235941281011</id><published>2007-10-23T23:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:56:45.087-03:00</updated><title type='text'>\o/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rx6xOudT0wI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ATT_meAOi4s/s1600-h/eu+i+celah+nu+mpbeco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124728292541453058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rx6xOudT0wI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ATT_meAOi4s/s320/eu+i+celah+nu+mpbeco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tantão de tempo sem postar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;põe tempo nisso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tanta coisa aconteceu... tem coisa q eu nem me lembro mais... o q eu sei eh q tah tudo tão bem... tão melhor... tão mais sereno... cada dia eh uma descoberta nova... e tudo tem me feito mto feliz... compreendendo melhor os mundos alheios... mas compreendendo melhor o meu... algo do exterior pro interior... sabe essas últimas semanas tem sido ótimas pq com tudo eu tenho aprendido mto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tenho me feito companhia ultimamente e tem sido mto bom... aproveitando cada companhia q eu tenho... aproveitando os momentossss... todos eles... fora qndo eu estou dormindo [ando dormindo demais...]...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;e tou precisando estudar... rs... fora isso tah tudo as mil maravilhas... tudoooooooooooooooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ah... saudade... mas nem adianta ela insistir... essa abstinência um dia vai passar... vai... enquanto isso eu tenho mtos bons momentos pra relembrar... e mta coisa pela frente pra viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu tenho sorte,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorte na vida!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Te vejo errando e isso não é pecado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Exceto quando faz outra pessoa sangrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Te vejo sonhando e isso dá medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perdido num mundo que não dá pra entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você está saindo da minha vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E parece que vai demorar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se não souber voltar, ao menos mande notícias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cê acha que eu sou louca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas tudo vai se encaixar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tô aproveitando cada segundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antes que isso aqui vire uma tragédia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não adianta nem me procurar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em outros timbres, outros risos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu estava aqui o tempo todo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só você não viu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você tá sempre indo e vindo, tudo bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dessa vez eu já vesti minha armadura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E mesmo que nada funcione&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;u estarei de pé, de queixo erguido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois você me vê vermelha e acha graça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas eu não ficaria bem na sua estante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tô aproveitando cada segundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antes que isso aqui vire uma tragédia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não adianta nem me procurar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em outros timbres, outros risos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu estava aqui o tempo todo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só você não viu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só por hoje não quero mais te ver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só por hoje não vou tomar a minha dose de você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cansei de chorar feridas que não se fecham, não securam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E essa abstinência uma hora vai passar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&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/33362477-1747881235941281011?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/1747881235941281011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=1747881235941281011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/1747881235941281011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/1747881235941281011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2007/10/o.html' title='\o/'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rx6xOudT0wI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ATT_meAOi4s/s72-c/eu+i+celah+nu+mpbeco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-8514232633941777216</id><published>2007-07-13T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:56:45.294-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E pra Marcela TUDOOO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RpgCiPY1hSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/OmblDK6yAr8/s1600-h/montagem+feliz+aniversÃ¡rio.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086818566384485666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RpgCiPY1hSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/OmblDK6yAr8/s320/montagem+feliz+anivers%C3%A1rio.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parabénssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss par!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Te amoooo amiga, te desejo mais que tudo de bom nesta vida... e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;disso vc sabe... pq desejo todos os diaasss... mto amor, mta paz, mta alegria, mta farra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Te agradeço por todos esses momentos em que a gente esteve e estah junta... eh tudo mto bom qndo estou com vc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Parabéns por ser essa minina lindaaahhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;TE AMO MUITÃO....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-8514232633941777216?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/8514232633941777216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=8514232633941777216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/8514232633941777216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/8514232633941777216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2007/07/e-pra-marcela-tudooo.html' title='E pra Marcela TUDOOO!!'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RpgCiPY1hSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/OmblDK6yAr8/s72-c/montagem+feliz+anivers%C3%A1rio.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-8658137069182382089</id><published>2007-06-10T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:56:45.477-03:00</updated><title type='text'>\o/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rmwaa4O2MbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/21tKsjDVmts/s1600-h/P1010020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074459929213284786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rmwaa4O2MbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/21tKsjDVmts/s320/P1010020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;Tento acreditar que nada do que é importante se perde verdadeiramente. Apenas nos iludimos, julgando ser donos das coisas, dos instantes e dos outros... Comigo caminham todos os homens que amei, todos os amigos que se afastaram, todos os dias felizes que se passaram. Não perdi nada, apenas a ilusão de que tudo podia ser meu para sempre...&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vários motivos pra postar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dessa vez todos bons!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;\o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;iupiiiiiiiiiii!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sim... tou bem... tou melhor... a crise foi embora... e dela soh tenho coisas boas pra lembrar... o quanto aprendi... Deus fecha uma porta, mas abre milhares de janelas... a maioria das coisas tem me feito bem... me sinto mais forte e mto mais feliz!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Minha família, meus amigos, a música, meu trabalho, a facul, as reuniões do emaús... tudo tem me feito feliz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Fim de semana o q naum me falta são histórias... certeza que meus filhos vão dizer: mãe chega!!! seja na porta de casa, seja no bar, na praça, no msn... risadas em sala... desespero junto... altas horas da madruga fazendo trabalho... meus amigos me tem feito mto feliz... quanta besteira a gente fala... mta mta... nem te contar q tem gente q enxe a página uma da outra de scraps q ngm entende... vídeos engraçados... comunities idiotas... músicas legais... transmissão fluídica... conselhos... desabafos... ir pra restaurante... se sentir zoada... se zoar... zoar td mundo... reuniões maravilhosas... amigos q naum falo mto tempo reaparecem... carinhos inesperados... saudade inesperada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;** AMO **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Passei na prova da motokkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Embora td isso... tah td mto corrido... eu com medo de novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;mas logo logo eu tou de fériassss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;\o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Obrigadaaaaaa Deussssss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;minha família...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;meus amigos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;soh com vcs sou taum feliz assim!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;Eu desejo que todo ser humano possa sentir o que eu sinto. Somente uns poucos minutos daquele entorpecimento juvenil, daquela inundação de sentimentos que enlouquecem, daquela loucura toda que te envolve, te amedronta, aquela confusão monstruosa que vivo... &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/33362477-8658137069182382089?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/8658137069182382089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=8658137069182382089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/8658137069182382089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/8658137069182382089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2007/06/o.html' title='\o/'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rmwaa4O2MbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/21tKsjDVmts/s72-c/P1010020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-8335410567706701589</id><published>2007-05-18T17:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:56:45.604-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rk4hKoDVhMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SZPgz0bAVI4/s1600-h/hh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066023097272206530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rk4hKoDVhMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SZPgz0bAVI4/s320/hh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Crises... choro e algumas insatisfações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;talvez seja isso que me mova...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;saudade... de algumas coisas que sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;sintindo falta de não sei quem, não sei o que...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;de muitas coisas... ah sei lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;passado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;pressentimentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;erros de percurso... mas acredito que Deus escreve certo por linhas tortas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;solidão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;falta de abrigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;correndo contra o tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;contra meus pensamentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;e ainda sim... fé...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;vontade de correr... de pular... de me jogar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Quero colo... vou fugir de casa... posso dormir aqui com vc...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Não foi o que vem de dentro, e sim o que bate, não se anuncia, e força e abre, e entra. Não foi o pacífico, o sem tumulto, foi até mesmo a guerra, ou melhor o combate, a escaramuça, perdidos de mãos nuas, limpas, as armas brancas. Não foi o amor, a certeza, o amanhã, foram as palavras que representam, a idéia de, o conceito, enfim a sua redução. Não foi pouco nem muito, foi igual. Não foi sempre, nem faltou, foi mais às vezes. Não foi o que, foi como e onde e quando.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;É tudo tão estranho... ás vezes ruim... é como se eu não coubesse dentro de mim... sabe aquela vontade de "me leve pela mão???", "conduza-me", "proteja-me"... como se fosse eu uma criança... dormir, agora será necessário, pelo menos um pouco... pq tem hora que os sentimentos se opõem... e eu sinto-me nervosa... ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;dxa pra lah... espero que essa crise... passe logo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;O que me tem feito feliz???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;AMIGOS, FAMÍLIA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;bem... vou indo... pq eh preciso correr... se não perco o buss pra facul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/33362477-8335410567706701589?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/8335410567706701589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=8335410567706701589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/8335410567706701589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/8335410567706701589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rk4hKoDVhMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SZPgz0bAVI4/s72-c/hh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-8750979098179199421</id><published>2007-04-15T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:56:45.792-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Determinação... Coragem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RiKI6OjKhHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Pi25idDX1fg/s1600-h/Imagem+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053752265782494322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RiKI6OjKhHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Pi25idDX1fg/s320/Imagem+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parar pra pensar... e talvez ter a certeza de estar fazendo tudo errado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem tempo pra nada... com tempo e sem vontade de fazer tudo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¬¬&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tah tudo errado... e fora do lugar... e eu tento não me importar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;assim a vida vai passando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vontade de gritar... sair correndo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pular!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas eu tou bem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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:#ff6666;"&gt;O correr da vida embrulha tudo. A vida é assim: esquenta e esfria, aperta e afrouxa, sossega e depois desinquieta. O que ela quer da gente é coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guimarães Rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... podia bem esquentar... afrouxar... sossegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas... &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CORAGEM&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-8750979098179199421?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/8750979098179199421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=8750979098179199421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/8750979098179199421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/8750979098179199421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2007/04/determinao-coragem.html' title='Determinação... Coragem...'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RiKI6OjKhHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Pi25idDX1fg/s72-c/Imagem+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-4709211937678931612</id><published>2007-03-25T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:56:45.928-03:00</updated><title type='text'>bem como vai vc????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RgdBZgEdXBI/AAAAAAAAADo/XVJKbiOT6K0/s1600-h/imagem.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046073813853101074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RgdBZgEdXBI/AAAAAAAAADo/XVJKbiOT6K0/s320/imagem.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nem choro mais...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;calmaria... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soh levo a saudade morena...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saudade saudade saudade....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;tantas coisas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;tantos momentos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;e uma indagação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;quem sou eu??? quem fui eu???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;trazer os momentos de volta e fazer certinho......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;ah não tem jeito....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;então soh me resta... sentir saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;e bem.... como vai vc??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;tantas pessoas q eu qria saber como taum...... e tê-las perto novamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;agora eh contentar com os momentos vividos......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;não q eu qria a mesma situação de antes......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;entaum eu sinto que os momentos foram bons.... e poder relembrar eh melhor ainda....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;saudade..... saudadeeee..... saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;poderia ateh pensar que foi tudo sonho......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;preciso de bons momentos novamente....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pq hoje eu soh tenho....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lembranças boas... e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SAUDADEEEE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&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/33362477-4709211937678931612?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/4709211937678931612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=4709211937678931612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/4709211937678931612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/4709211937678931612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2007/03/bem-como-vai-vc.html' title='bem como vai vc????'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RgdBZgEdXBI/AAAAAAAAADo/XVJKbiOT6K0/s72-c/imagem.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-7889030564222115254</id><published>2007-03-23T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:56:46.075-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria... minha mãe.... meu presente... TE AMO!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RgSTuAEdXAI/AAAAAAAAADg/Xr_zfmgp_wY/s1600-h/fafdfdfsf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045319901063764994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RgSTuAEdXAI/AAAAAAAAADg/Xr_zfmgp_wY/s320/fafdfdfsf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te primeiramente pq vc eh o exemplo de amor incondicional....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te pelo respeito que tens por mim e pelo que eu sou....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te pela liberdade que tu me dás......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te pela coragem com que lutas por mim.... pela coragem que me dá pra seguir em frente....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te por me dar cada dia um pouco de vida......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te por cuidar de mim.... por fazer meu café da manhã..... minha janta.... arrumar meu quarto.... me esperar a noiti...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te por me apoiar.... me defender.... me ajudar.... sempre e acima de tudo....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te pela forma como me dah bronca.... me explica... e me ensina coisas.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te por tudo o que faz por mim...... amo-te por todo amor que tens por mim.... Amo-te por tudo o que és........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora eh agradecer a Deus por ter me dado uma pessoinha taum especial assim....... linda linda linda lindaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!! e pedir ao Papai do céu mtos e mtos anos de vida pra vc...... E te agradecer por tudo o q faz por mim..... por me aturar....... e me desculpar por todas as falhas de tantos anoossss.......................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TE AMOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu presente de Deus.........................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mil beijos no seu coração!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/33362477-7889030564222115254?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/7889030564222115254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=7889030564222115254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/7889030564222115254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/7889030564222115254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2007/03/maria-minha-me-meu-presente-te-amo.html' title='Maria... minha mãe.... meu presente... TE AMO!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RgSTuAEdXAI/AAAAAAAAADg/Xr_zfmgp_wY/s72-c/fafdfdfsf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-7334303401042911468</id><published>2007-03-20T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:56:46.278-03:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RgCkxQEdW_I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZE3j0v2VL7g/s1600-h/25858191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044212748689169394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RgCkxQEdW_I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZE3j0v2VL7g/s320/25858191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sapato Novo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Los Hermanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Composição: Marcelo Camelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bem, como vai você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Levo assim calado de lá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tudo que sonhei um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;como se a alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;recolhesse a mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pra não me alcançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Poderia até pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;que foi tudo sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ponho meu sapato novo e vou passear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sozinho como der&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eu vou até a beira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;besteira qualquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nem choro mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;só levo a saudade morena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;é tudo que vale a pena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momentos lindos da vida.... ateh os mais tristes que me trouxeram alegria....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soh levo a saudade.........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/33362477-7334303401042911468?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/7334303401042911468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=7334303401042911468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/7334303401042911468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/7334303401042911468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2007/03/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RgCkxQEdW_I/AAAAAAAAADY/ZE3j0v2VL7g/s72-c/25858191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-8140047614203811025</id><published>2007-03-11T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:56:46.342-03:00</updated><title type='text'>IXI.... nas entrelinhas........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RfSou6kZ97I/AAAAAAAAADQ/47yxcBO0oA0/s1600-h/bolha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040839406883829682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RfSou6kZ97I/AAAAAAAAADQ/47yxcBO0oA0/s320/bolha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Eu tenho tanto pra falar......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;mas deixa pra lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;não quero agora!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;me dê asas e me deixe voar................ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;falta de paciência pra escrever..... &gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;eu quero uma música..... mas qual?????? O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Sono.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Offer - Alanis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who am I to be blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look at my family and fortune&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look at my friends and my house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who am I to feel deadend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who am I to feel spent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look at my health and my money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And where&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do I go to feel good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do I still look outside me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When clearly I've seen it won't work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And is it my job to be selfless extraordinary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And my generosity has me disabled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By this my sense of duty to offer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And why &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do I feel so ungrateful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me who is far beyond survival&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me who see life as an oyster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And is it my job to be selfless extraodinary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And my generosity has me disabled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why this my sense of duty to offer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And how&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How dare I rest on my laurels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How dare I ignore an outstretched hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How dare I ignore a third world country&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And is it my job to be selfless extraodinairy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And my generosity has me disabled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By this my sense of duty to offer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who am I to be Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[ Música certa!!! O.o ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-8140047614203811025?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/8140047614203811025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=8140047614203811025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/8140047614203811025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/8140047614203811025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2007/03/ixi.html' title='IXI.... nas entrelinhas........'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RfSou6kZ97I/AAAAAAAAADQ/47yxcBO0oA0/s72-c/bolha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-183703260762819808</id><published>2007-03-02T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T12:32:54.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"O cão estranho"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abre os teus armários, eu estou a te esperar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para ver deitar o sol sobre os teus braços, castos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cobre a culpa vã, até amanhã eu vou ficar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E fazer do teu sorriso um abrigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canta que é no canto que eu vou chegar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canta o teu encanto que é pra me encantar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canta para mim, qualquer coisa assim sobre você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que explique a minha paz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tristeza nunca mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais vale o meu pranto que esse canto em solidão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nessa espera o mundo gira em linhas tortas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abre essa janela, a primavera quer entrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra fazer da nossa voz uma só nota&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canto que é de canto que eu vou chegar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canto e toco um tanto que é pra te encantar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canto para mim qualquer coisa assim sobre você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que explique a minha paz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tristeza nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;\o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Amizade eh tudo!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Los Hermanos........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Foram tantos episódios..... "o cão estranho", " a mulher do fogo", "o tecladista", "rodopios e eu jogando a celah", "ah que isso elas estão descontroladas", "dancinha do século da minha avó", "frango empanado", "eh morenaaa", "serah que eu te troco por uma cerveja???".......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Enfim foi perfeitoooo!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Amo vcs!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-183703260762819808?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/183703260762819808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=183703260762819808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/183703260762819808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/183703260762819808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2007/03/o-co-estranho.html' title='&quot;O cão estranho&quot;'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-5291746604276810173</id><published>2007-02-22T23:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:56:46.714-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lençóis.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rd5SX4J0mQI/AAAAAAAAACY/bC_MoAohMTs/s1600-h/lenÃ§ol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034552003610843394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rd5SX4J0mQI/AAAAAAAAACY/bC_MoAohMTs/s320/len%C3%A7ol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carnaval!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Advinhem soh onde eu passei!!!!!!!!!! Lençóis..... lençois da minha cama....... da net pra cama da cama pra net pra cama pra net.......... umas conversas com o bob...... umas voltinhas de moto....... e conheci umas pessoinhas legais....... e posso dizer q graças ao carnaval meu coração tah livre leve e solto novamente...... sorvete com a fer..... mtas conversas..... algumas ausências..... tédio sem remédio...... idas a casa da titia e du manim..... saudade da Magrelaaaaaaaaaa..... minha batata-frita....... amor da minha vida........ kkkkkkk.... alguns stresses comigo.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;e tudo agora vai bem.............. ou não...... ou talvez....... digamos q hj eu tou feliz...... a celah voltou.... as aulas e o trampo tb... alias naum teve dia taum mais lindo q esse no trampo..... na facul..... e chegar em casa..... falar com os amigos....... ver a família....... e ter meu canto pra mim descançar........ músicas repetidas.... nem fale..... carnaval de músicas repetidas e outras horas mto variadas.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;enfim.......... fui ateh feliz....... sou felizzzzz.... hauauhauhhahuaahuauhhua me amooooooooooo....... kkkkkkkkkkkkkk...... e descubro tb q amo esses meus amigossssssssss demaissssss..... essa minha família...... esse meu mundim..... ano q vem com certeza.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.... volto a LENÇÓIS.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;=D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;=***********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034555147526904082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rd5VO4J0mRI/AAAAAAAAACg/KOKZgYUbHqE/s320/P1010026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-5291746604276810173?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/5291746604276810173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=5291746604276810173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/5291746604276810173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/5291746604276810173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2007/02/lenis.html' title='Lençóis.........'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rd5SX4J0mQI/AAAAAAAAACY/bC_MoAohMTs/s72-c/len%C3%A7ol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-96432511152870424</id><published>2007-02-17T10:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:56:47.938-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RdcBh4J0mOI/AAAAAAAAACA/chGuLqNzeHQ/s1600-h/DSC02335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032492790130710754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RdcBh4J0mOI/AAAAAAAAACA/chGuLqNzeHQ/s320/DSC02335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RdcC3YJ0mPI/AAAAAAAAACI/7gSZ5K-4C2k/s1600-h/Fotos++baixadas+04-01-07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032494259009526002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RdcC3YJ0mPI/AAAAAAAAACI/7gSZ5K-4C2k/s320/Fotos++baixadas+04-01-07+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lembranças... crises... mudanças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;dúvidas... dívidas... huahahauhua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mas tudo termina bem!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Quero colo......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;vou fugir de casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-96432511152870424?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/96432511152870424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=96432511152870424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/96432511152870424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/96432511152870424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2007/02/eu.html' title='Eu'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/RdcBh4J0mOI/AAAAAAAAACA/chGuLqNzeHQ/s72-c/DSC02335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-9170107378073206280</id><published>2007-02-11T11:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:56:48.221-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1... 2... 3...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rc8mlYJ0mNI/AAAAAAAAABw/liSjE8csMog/s1600-h/P1010004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030281732376795346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rc8mlYJ0mNI/AAAAAAAAABw/liSjE8csMog/s320/P1010004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rc8lroJ0mMI/AAAAAAAAABo/1LhrQSjEZjQ/s1600-h/P1010027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030280740239349954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rc8lroJ0mMI/AAAAAAAAABo/1LhrQSjEZjQ/s320/P1010027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Serah que a gente naum tira o copo da mão???? [alguém me explica pq eu tenho dois copos... serah o quarto copo na foto de minha propriedade???? kkkkkk]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meu esmalte vermelho combina com a roupa da Celah... o esmalte vermelho dela combina com a minha roupa... a gente eh um par... kkkkkkkk... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AMO VCS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-9170107378073206280?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/9170107378073206280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=9170107378073206280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/9170107378073206280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/9170107378073206280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2007/02/1-2-3.html' title='1... 2... 3...'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rc8mlYJ0mNI/AAAAAAAAABw/liSjE8csMog/s72-c/P1010004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-9006650358949814622</id><published>2007-01-29T21:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:56:48.583-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outono'/><title type='text'>A Flor... [e eu que nunca amei ninguém...]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rb6UGM0Y9kI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AUW-jL1lGrY/s1600-h/a-florrenat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025617068433143362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rb6UGM0Y9kI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AUW-jL1lGrY/s320/a-florrenat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ouvi dizer, do teu olhar ao ver a flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Não sei por quê achou ser de um outro rapaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Foi capaz de se entregar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu fiz de tudo pra ganhar você pra mim, mas mesmo assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Minha flor serviu pra que você achasse alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Um outro alguém que me tomou o seu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu fiz de tudo pra você perceber que era eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tua flor me deu alguém pra amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E quanto a mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Você assim e eu, por final, sem meu lugar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu tive tudo sem saber quem era eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rb6UuM0Y9lI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ct1UE0NFUTk/s1600-h/a-flor-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025617755627910738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="213" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rb6UuM0Y9lI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ct1UE0NFUTk/s320/a-flor-3.jpg" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E eu que nunca amei ninguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rb6UuM0Y9lI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ct1UE0NFUTk/s1600-h/a-flor-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rb6UuM0Y9lI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ct1UE0NFUTk/s1600-h/a-flor-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rb6UuM0Y9lI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ct1UE0NFUTk/s1600-h/a-flor-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-9006650358949814622?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/9006650358949814622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=9006650358949814622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/9006650358949814622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/9006650358949814622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2007/01/flor-e-eu-que-nunca-amei-ningum.html' title='A Flor... [e eu que nunca amei ninguém...]'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_69blkgdpF14/Rb6UGM0Y9kI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AUW-jL1lGrY/s72-c/a-florrenat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-116945530838543652</id><published>2007-01-22T05:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T05:41:48.406-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nós somos SUPER'S!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/1600/929730/Excesso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/320/888754/Excesso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um brinde pra gente que chega e bebe mesmooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pra gente que ri e corneta todooo mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pra gente que vai com a outra no banheiro soh pra ajudar a balançar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pra gente que manda bilhetim pro cara sozin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pra gente que canta tb o garçon mais bonito... e junto tb vai um bilhetim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pra gente que vai pro banheiro soh pra outra parar com a vergonha e dar uns beijinhosss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Um brinde pra gente que nunca deixa de brindar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pra gente que atura tio do lado... e suas cantadas de pedreiro... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pra gente que troca o nome do garçom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pra gente que canta um pagodim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pra gente que se junta mesmo pra pagar a conta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pra gente que vende a outra por duas garrafas de cerveja... kkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pra gente que nem tem noção de nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pra gente que sai pela rua meio tonta gritando... rodopiando... cantando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pra gente que vê a polícia... e se demorar ateh convida pra bailar tb...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pra gente que vai pela rua do acontecido há um ano atrás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pra gente que se joga na lixeira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Um brinde pra gente que EH FELIZ!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glaucio,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cláudio...............O.o &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GARÇON,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garçom, aqui, nesta mesa de bar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você já cansou de escutar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Centenas de casos de amor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;garçon gente boa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bjim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[serah q foi isso mesmo q eu escrevi???? essa hora eu jah naum m e lembro...]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOH A GENTE MESMO!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PORQUE OS GARÇONS BONITOS FAZEM A GENTE FELIZ!!!!!!!huahuahuahauhauhauahauhauahuahaua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;\o/\o/\o/\o/ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia eu vou estar à toa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E você vai estar na mira...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sei q voce sabe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;q eu sei q voce sabe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; q é difil de dizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É um músculo involuntário&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ele pulsa por você...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Porque você está sozinho????? responde tah...]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: eu tenho uma namorada e sou vigiado por todos os lugares...kkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOH A GENTE MESMO...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; PORQUE A GENTE EH FELIZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;\o/\o/\o/\o/ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amei e amo sempre estar com vocês!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Obrigado por tudoooo!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-116945530838543652?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/116945530838543652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=116945530838543652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116945530838543652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116945530838543652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2007/01/ns-somos-supers.html' title='Nós somos SUPER&apos;S!!!'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-116937946531489814</id><published>2007-01-21T08:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T08:41:16.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou Feliz e agradeço por por tudo o que Deus me deu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/1600/357161/26-05%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/320/639054/26-05%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A riqueza que nós temos... Ninguém consegue perceber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vamos sair mas estamos sem dinheiro... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/1600/727759/cela%20i%20a%20flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/320/622166/cela%20i%20a%20flor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouvi dizer, do teu olhar ao ver a flor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tua flor me deu alguém pra amar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu que nunca amei a ninguém...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pude então, enfim amar!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morena... tah tudo bem... sereno é quem tem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a paz de estar em par com Deus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/1600/221471/eu%20e%20Super%20Celah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/320/374442/eu%20e%20Super%20Celah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São tantos momentos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alegrias... farras... briguinhass...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amores... dancinhas... confidências... bebedeiras... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;festas... sorvetes... cineminha... tombos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fazer nada na porta de casa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fomos feitas... uma para a outra...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Porque amor de verdade eh assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;simplessss... sem muita explicação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-116937946531489814?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/116937946531489814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=116937946531489814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116937946531489814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116937946531489814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2007/01/sou-feliz-e-agradeo-por-por-tudo-o-que.html' title='Sou Feliz e agradeço por por tudo o que Deus me deu...'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-116899068665583932</id><published>2007-01-16T20:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T20:38:06.666-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ultimamente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/1600/710594/Fotos%20%20baixadas%2004-01-07%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/320/344389/Fotos%20%20baixadas%2004-01-07%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dias que a minha vontade eh simplismente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pular!!!!!!!! ou não pensar em nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-116899068665583932?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/116899068665583932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=116899068665583932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116899068665583932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116899068665583932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2007/01/ultimamente.html' title='ultimamente...'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-116814384790470919</id><published>2007-01-07T00:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T01:41:25.943-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixa a vida me levar... vida leva euuuuuuuu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/1600/175650/Fotos%20%20baixadas%2004-01-07%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/320/615278/Fotos%20%20baixadas%2004-01-07%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano Novo...&lt;br /&gt;Novos ares...&lt;br /&gt;Vida Nova!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha o tanto q fez bem pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;uma semaninha em Catalão...&lt;br /&gt;com minha otra família...&lt;br /&gt;\o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;axei q era modelo... tirei um monte de fotos... comi de monte... ai meu deus naum tinha como...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/1600/130448/Fotos%20%20baixadas%2005-01-07%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/320/796206/Fotos%20%20baixadas%2005-01-07%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha a cara de idiota... minha e da minha maninha... a gente riu de maisssss... foi perfeito...&lt;br /&gt;e ateh tou sentindo falta dela... a gente brigou um pouquinhooooo... mas eh exatamente qndo a gente tah longe... eh q consegue perceber o qnto faz falta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/1600/318973/Fotos%20%20baixadas%2004-01-07%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/320/575360/Fotos%20%20baixadas%2004-01-07%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esse ae eh minha encrenquinha...&lt;br /&gt;vive aprontando...&lt;br /&gt;enxendo o saco...&lt;br /&gt;mas eu gosto dele...&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/1600/129482/Fotos%20%20Pamela%2001-01-07%20108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/320/616645/Fotos%20%20Pamela%2001-01-07%20108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu herói... meu anjo...&lt;br /&gt;ahhh me faz taum feliz... pensei mto...&lt;br /&gt;a gente tem q respeitar as reservas do outro...&lt;br /&gt;pq há muitas formas de se demonstrar que se ama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAIS QUE TE AMOOOO...&lt;br /&gt;Coisinha mais linda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amei a minha folguinhaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;Simples assim...&lt;br /&gt;perfeitoooooooooooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que venha o ano mais felizzzzzzzzzzz ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pq eu jah me joguei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-116814384790470919?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/116814384790470919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=116814384790470919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116814384790470919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116814384790470919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2007/01/deixa-vida-me-levar-vida-leva.html' title='Deixa a vida me levar... vida leva euuuuuuuu...'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-116700116014503919</id><published>2006-12-24T18:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T03:55:50.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite FELIZ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/1600/498870/AmigoOculto%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/320/853030/AmigoOculto%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/1600/675843/AmigoOculto%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia Perfeito!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Não faltaram sorrisos... palhaçadas... conversas... fotos... e presentesss!!!&lt;br /&gt;\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/\o/&lt;br /&gt;Foi SUPER!!! Afinal todassss as SUPERS se reuniram... e a gente... unidass... nem tem explicação... porque somos lindas... inteligentes... divertidass... diferentes... a gente se completa...&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh como eu amo nós juntassss... e apesar de naum mto presente sempre... algumas ausências e correrias do dia a dia... a gente naum se esquece... e qndo se vê eh como se nunca estivessemos estado longe uma da outra... certeza q a gente eh alma gêmea... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahh amei meu presente... que a minha amiga Fer me deu... tava loquinha pra esse dia chegar... e tb amei dar o Caco pra Celah... Super Sapo da Sorte... ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Foi uma das noites mais felizes da minha vida... estar com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/1600/711050/AmigoOculto%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/320/608207/AmigoOculto%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;as minhas amigas eh TUDO... soh naum gostei mto das minhas fotinhas... afffff.... mas amei essa... assim... eu... huahuahauhau... q esses dias... ando ateh feliz... festejando a vida... ando pensando mto na minha existência... no que anda acontecendo... e cada dia me sinto melhor e mudada... [soh fiz umas besteirasss... kkkk... mas tah valendo...] e vejo q a gente vê as coisas sob nossa ótica... q nem sempre eh como a gente vê... e o principal eh curtir essa vida todos os momentos... mesmo q o q estiver acontecendo no momento naum seja assim aquilo q vc sonhou pra vc... e q hj existem mtas perguntas e amanhã muitas respostasss... e as respostas das perguntas de ontem... tem sido incríveis... e eu nem esperava por isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/1600/53945/img_1166942918_41_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/320/69508/img_1166942918_41_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Essa fotinha ficou showww... soh naum gostei da minha cara de tonta... huahuahuahua... fundo roxooooo.... amei!!! E o Pub tava tudo de bom... mais que perfeito... eu tava com pessoinhas Super especiais... encontrei pessoas especiaiss tb... amigos do coração... que fizeram da minha noite, a melhorrr... foram mtos sorrisos... e realmente Los Hermanos eh td de bom... zuei ateh... canteiiii mtoooo... paz pro coração... ^^ como sempre e melhor do que sempre... kkkkk... tava mesmo mto bom... me fez pensar... viajar... entender... e ficar mais feliz comigo mesma... e o fim de festa como naum pode dxar de ser ... tinha q terminar com catupiry... pq eu amoooooo... mto bom eu... paulinha... a celahh e o Hermesss... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E... faltam ainda algumas coisas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; vou jogar no mar flores pra te encontrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feliz Natal pra gente...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Viva o Menino Jesus...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Papai do Céu esteja sempre ao nosso lado!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e o fim do ano.... tah chegandooooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kisses... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Amo vcss SUPERS... e todos meus amigos q taum no meu coração....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/33362477-116700116014503919?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/116700116014503919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=116700116014503919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116700116014503919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116700116014503919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/12/noite-feliz.html' title='Noite FELIZ...'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-116624334549214740</id><published>2006-12-16T00:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T01:29:05.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Amo mto tudo isso"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/1600/291588/15-12-06_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/320/849518/15-12-06_2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois de se pensar que não se pode mais...&lt;br /&gt;... vc realmente descobre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... que pode ir mto mais além...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fim de semestre corrido... dor de kbça... mil indagações... e o medo... aquele monte de matéria pra estudar... e mil coisas q eu qria fazer [q naum tinham nada a ver com a facul...] ahhhhh!!!! e realmente... eu axei q naum ia conseguir...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Buscando o ponto de equilíbrio... tentando fazer diferente... de repente as coisas vão acontecendo... tudo se resolvendooo... [ e um cigarrinho pra acalmar... eu sempre mto nervosa...]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saudade de mtas coisas... vontade de tantas outras...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... e eu que não passava vontade...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Surpresasss gostosas... e mudanças q eu nem esperava...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;algumas indecisões... medos... lokura lokura lokura...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e em meio a faculdade... trabalho... rolos... passado... amigos... família... dívidasss... tudo numa correria... ual... td com um monte de coisas pra resolver... e agora eu vejo q passou... tah td q meio resolvido... 95 num provão... passei de semestre feliz da vida... resolvendo as dívidas [pagando mtas contas... fazendo outras... afff] ... td melhor em casa... td bem no trabalhooo... descobrindo o valor de pessoas especiais [como eu...] e hj...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... uma das melhores coisas da minha vida...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AS SUPERS...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/1600/426947/15-12-06_2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/320/615898/15-12-06_2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;elas me impulsionam... me fazem crescer... me fazem feliz... me fazem melhor...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;foram mtas e mtas risadas... "vc come aq de fora e passa mal lah de dentro", "crepe de pequi", mta cerveja, a conta pra dividir, a gente saltitante e feliz... fotos... "essa eu tenho q postar" [mas eu esqueci...] troféu xixi do ano... hei tchutchuca... a garçonete ajudando a tirar foto... os formandos passando... caminhão de cerveja [enxe meu copo?]... molhar a celah e a paula... bater a kbça no mármore... as duas bolas da celah... rir das idéias de presente de amigo oculto... nem taum oculto pq a celah jura q eu sai com ela... [eu comi o papelzin... eu e a danny!!!] ... caminho de volta pra casa... enfim.... pode passar tempo q for... q a gente sempre vai ser SUPER... q a gente vai estar com esse sorriso no rosto... fazendo palhaçada e rindo da vida juntassssss....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[vale a pena dizer ** aq em bxoo oooooó...**!!!!]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&gt; cerveja = 2,50&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&gt;  crepe = 6,20&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&gt;  batata frita = 3,00&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&gt; chope = 5,00&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Encontrar com as Super's e ver que mesmo a gente ficando um tempão sem se  ver,  nada muda. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não Tem Preço!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Para todas as outras coisas a Taty passa o Cartão! hsuhsuhsuhsuhs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[hauhuhauhau ehhhh Paulinha...]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amo vcs... amo essa vida... e cada momento...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pq à cada dia.... eu sou mais feliz... e mais livreeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não é o tempo que passa...... somos nós!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Vamos curtirrrrrrrrrr!!!!! Vamos viver tudo o que há pra viver... Vamos nos divertir... Vamos nos permitir... Pois não há tempo que volte...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carpe Diem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-116624334549214740?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/116624334549214740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=116624334549214740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116624334549214740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116624334549214740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/12/amo-mto-tudo-isso.html' title='&quot;Amo mto tudo isso&quot;'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-116485178088610986</id><published>2006-11-29T22:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T23:06:45.706-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivendo cada momento!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/1600/690193/26-05%20060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/320/626987/26-05%20060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivendo cada momento...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na certeza que eh único...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como se fosse o último!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toda palavra... todo sorriso... conhecido... desconhecido... Todo gosto... Todo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;trabalho... Toda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; prece... Todo beijo... Todo abraço... Todo sentimento... Todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pensamento... Todo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; encontro... Todo desencontro... Todo medo... Todo xorooo...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo riso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... Toda zoeira... Todo olhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo gesto... Todo amigo... Toda música... Todo frevo... Toda&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;cachaçaaaaaaaaaa...&lt;/span&gt; oooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada hora, minuto, segundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tou mesmo eh SUPER FELIZ!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vamos curtirrrrrrrrrr!!!!! Vamos viver tudo o que há pra viver... Vamos nos divertir... Vamos nos permitir... Pois não há tempo que volte...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paz e amor pra genteeeeee!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-116485178088610986?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/116485178088610986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=116485178088610986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116485178088610986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116485178088610986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/11/vivendo-cada-momento.html' title='Vivendo cada momento!!!'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-116448109351224166</id><published>2006-11-25T15:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T16:22:58.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Os opostos se distraem... os dispostos se atraem"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/1600/289924/coracaobbb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6052/3662/320/379838/coracaobbb.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que a sorte virá num realejo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trazendo o pão da manhã&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A faca e o queijo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou talvez... um beijo teu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que me empreste a alegria... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que me faça juntar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo resto do dia... meu café, meu jantar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu mundo inteiro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que é tão fácil de enxergar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E chegar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nenhum medo que possa enfrentar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem segredo que possa contar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto é tão cedo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tão cedo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto for... um berço meu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto for... um terço meu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serás vida... bem vinda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serás viva... bem viva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que a noite vira num vilarejo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vejo a ponte que levara o que desejo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;admiro o que há de lindo e o que há de ser... você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto for... um berço meu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto for... um terço meu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serás vida... bem vinda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serás viva... bem viva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Os opostos se distraem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os dispostos se atraem"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admiro o que há de lindo e o que há de ser... você&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\o/\o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super hiper mega ultra FELIZ!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-116448109351224166?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-116431849572184954</id><published>2006-11-23T18:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T18:48:15.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'>\o/\o/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/codorna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/codorna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz...&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;mas com a kbça lok por causa da faculdade... morrendo de medo de Dp...&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade das minhas SUPERS amigas... saudade de sair e zuar mto com elas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Foi niver da Danny... PARABÉNSSSS pra ela genteeeeee!!! Danny vc merece toda a felicidade desse Mundo...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai to lok lok lok mesmuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas por outro lado...&lt;br /&gt;tou super bem!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjoksss pra todo Mundoooooooooo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;=*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Dia de folga do trampo... tinha q estudar mto... e olha soh o q fui fazer... ver o HOMEM CODORNAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! Saudade viu... fazia tempo q naum fazia mais issu... [soh faltou uma mamadeira... kkkkkkk] Foi bom demaissssssssssssssssss.... TATY SOU EU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/banjolim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/banjolim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-116431849572184954?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/116431849572184954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=116431849572184954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116431849572184954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116431849572184954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/11/oo.html' title='\o/\o/'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-116398281176011053</id><published>2006-11-19T21:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T21:33:31.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/3878682_559e55bd28_m.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="167" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/3878682_559e55bd28_m.1.jpg" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-116398281176011053?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/116398281176011053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=116398281176011053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116398281176011053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116398281176011053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-116360488619096171</id><published>2006-11-15T12:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T12:36:26.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Vou pedir ao céu você aqui comigo... vou jogar no mar flores pra te encontrar..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/3drg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/3drg.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um novo horizonte de possibilidades vem surgindo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a vida se colorindo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;FALAR&lt;/span&gt; é completamente fácil, quando se tem palavras em mente que expressam sua opinião. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DIFÍCIL&lt;/span&gt; é expressar por atitudes e gestos o que realmente queremos dizer, o quanto queremos dizer, antes que a pessoa se vá.&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; FÁCIL&lt;/span&gt; é julgar pessoas que estão sendo expostas pelas circunstâncias. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DIFÍCIL&lt;/span&gt; é encontrar e refletir sobre os seus erros, ou tentar fazer diferente algo que já fez muito errado. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;FÁCIL&lt;/span&gt; é ser colega, fazer companhia a alguém, dizer o que ele deseja ouvir. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DIFÍCIL&lt;/span&gt; é ser amigo para todas as horas e dizer sempre a verdade quando for preciso. E com confiança no que diz. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;FÁCIL&lt;/span&gt; é analisar a situação alheia e poder aconselhar sobre esta. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DIFÍCIL&lt;/span&gt; é vivenciar esta situação e saber o que fazer ou ter coragem pra fazer. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;FÁCIL&lt;/span&gt; é demonstar raiva e impaciência quando algo o deixa irritado. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DIFÍCIL&lt;/span&gt; é expressar o seu amor a alguém que realmente te conhece, te respeita e te entende. E é assim que perdemos pessoas especiais. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;FÁCIL&lt;/span&gt; é mentir aos quatro ventos o que tentamos camuflar. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DIFÍCIL&lt;/span&gt; é mentir para o nosso coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;FÁCIL&lt;/span&gt; é ver o que queremos enxergar. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DIFÍCIL&lt;/span&gt; é saber que nos iludimos com o que achávamos ter visto, Admitir que nos deixamos levar, mais uma vez, isso é difícil. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;FÁCIL&lt;/span&gt; é dizer "oi" ou "como vai?". &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DIFÍCIL&lt;/span&gt; é dizer "adeus". Principalmente quando somos culpados pela partida de alguém de nossas vidas... &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;FÁCIL&lt;/span&gt; é abraçar, apertar as mãos, beijar de olhos fechados. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DIFÍCIL&lt;/span&gt; é sentir a energia que é transmitida. Aquela que toma conta do corpo, como uma corrente elétrica, quando tocamos a pessoa certa. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;FÁCIL&lt;/span&gt; é querer ser amado. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DIFÍCIL&lt;/span&gt; é amar completamente só. Amar de verdade, sem ter medo de viver, sem ter medo do depois. Amar e se entregar. E aprender a dar valor somente a quem te ama. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;FÁCIL&lt;/span&gt; é ouvir a música que toca. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DIFÍCIL&lt;/span&gt; é ouvir a sua consciência. Acenando o tempo todo, mostrando nossas escolhas erradas. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;FÁCIL&lt;/span&gt; é ditar regras.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; DIFÍCIL&lt;/span&gt; é seguí-las. Ter a noção exata de nossas próprias vidas, ao invés de ter noção da vida dos outros. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;FÁCIL&lt;/span&gt; é perguntar o que se deseja saber. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DIFÍCIL&lt;/span&gt; é estar preparado para escutar esta resposta, ou querer entender a resposta. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;FÁCIL&lt;/span&gt; é chorar ou sorrir quando der vontade. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DIFÍCIL&lt;/span&gt; é sorrir com vontade de chorar ou chorar de rir, de alegria. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;FÁCIL&lt;/span&gt; é dar um beijo. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DIFÍCIL&lt;/span&gt; é entregar a alma. Sinceramente, por inteiro. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;FÁCIL&lt;/span&gt; é sair com várias pessoas ao longo da vida. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DIFÍCIL&lt;/span&gt; é entender que somente uma vai te aceitar como você é e te fazer feliz por inteiro. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;FÁCIL&lt;/span&gt; é ocupar um lugar na caderneta telefônica. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DIFÍCIL&lt;/span&gt; é ocupar o coração de alguém, saber que se é realmente amado. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;FÁCIL&lt;/span&gt; é sonhar todas as noites. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DIFÍCIL&lt;/span&gt; é lutar por um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ETERNO&lt;/span&gt;, é tudo aquilo que dura uma fração de segundo, mas com tamanha intensidade, que se petrifica, e nenhuma força jamais o resgata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo meus amigos...&lt;br /&gt;muito do tudo que me faz &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;FELIZ&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-116360488619096171?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/116360488619096171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=116360488619096171' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116360488619096171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116360488619096171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/11/vou-pedir-ao-cu-voc-aqui-comigo-vou.html' title='&quot;Vou pedir ao céu você aqui comigo... vou jogar no mar flores pra te encontrar...&quot;'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-116275957703184240</id><published>2006-11-05T16:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T20:53:19.863-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Vida"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/estrelaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/estrelaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/super_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\o/ Amo de paixão... essas pessoainhas taum especiais que passam pela minha vida... \o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh gente q me retira da fossa... gente q me chama pra farra... gente q me aconcelha... gente q sabe me olhar... eh gente q me dah broncah... eh gente que me acolhe... eh gente que me abraça... gente que me ajuda com coisasss da facul... com coisas de qq hora... eh gente q me sorri... gente q me aprova... gente q me abre os olhos... gente q me beija ateh tirar o fôlego... gente q me dah carinho... gente que me traz esperança... gente que me faz crescer... gente q passa dxa algo... e soh passa... e pelo simples fato de passar e ter o dom de se deixar... me faz feliz... gente q me chama de linda... gente que tah longe... gente q tah perto... gente q tah longeeee pertoooo... gente que faz minha comida e me espera chegar... gente q me oferece a mão, o pé...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para cada momento especial... um serzinhu especial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse povinhu q me dxa cum saudade... q me dxa feliz com lembranças perfeitassssss...&lt;br /&gt;eh tanta gente... tanto sonho... tanta vida...&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;Mas meu coração eh tamanho famíliaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Coração de mãe.... sempre cabe mais um!!!!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh são tantos momentos... tantas emoçõesssss...&lt;br /&gt;me sinto privilegiada... por ter ao meu lado... pessoas tão lindas e tão especiais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo pra cada um...&lt;br /&gt;q o vento leve...&lt;br /&gt;através da doce lembrança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amooooooooooooooooooooooooooo vcs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os "ventos" que às vezes tiram algo que amamos são os mesmos que as vezes trazem algo que aprendemos a amar, por isso não devemos chorar pelo que se foi, e sim, aprender a amar o que nos foi dado... pois tudo aquilo que é realmente nosso, nunca se vai para sempre.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameiiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estrelas q iluminam meu caminho.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=*******&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-116275957703184240?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/116275957703184240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=116275957703184240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116275957703184240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116275957703184240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/11/vida.html' title='&quot;Vida&quot;'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-116226505800554098</id><published>2006-10-30T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T23:24:18.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Um grito atado na garganta..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/1297932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/1297932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É bonita e difícil a vida de um bando de gente que acredita em sonhos". (Ivanee Bertola)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A canção explodiu no coração do menino. Fagulha, asa, tino. Traçou o seu destino mundo afora." (Lido Loschi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi perfeito!!! É perfeitooooooooo!!!!Assim os sonhos ressurgem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tenho uma sede diferente e ardida. Sede de um líquido novo. Que desça cortando tudo que não é vida. Sede de cortar a ferida. Tenho uma fome estranha e voraz. Fome de um mundo novo. Que iguale os distantes, da frente e de trás. Fome que o 'homi' num traz".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livrem-nos poemas pássaros, dos destinos mornos, das existências pré-fabricadas... Livrem-nos poemas pássaros, do enorme acervo de inutilidades de que somos prisioneiros. Livrem-nos poemas pássaros, dos andrajos dos nossos hábitos. Livrem-nos poemas pássaros, da lógica vazia, da causalidade teratológica, das suas inevitáveis conclusões... Livrem-nos poemas pássaros, de tudo que nos torna bem ajustados e efêmeros bonecos de ventríloquo. Livrem-nos poemas pássaros, da mais-valia, dos sempre estúpidos planos econômicos. Livrem-nos poemas pássaros, da pseudo moralidade, dos "chips" de consciência barata, em nós implantados, fontes de impulsos programados. Livrem-nos poemas pássaros, de tantos fatos publicados e das opiniões dos especialistas, das intermináveis listas, das incontáveis obrigações... Do simples medo de receber eventual visita, do imponderável... Do pavor de não chegar a tempo, dos sacrossantos horários. Livrem-nos poemas pássaros do temor infundado de desejar um bom dia a quem está ao lado, de saudar o sol, de caminhar sorrindo, de errar, errar, errar e errar... De beber a grandes goles apenas o presente, proscrevendo os queixumes, o depois, e o mais tarde... Bruno Ropf _________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh incrível como algumas pessoas, algumas coisas, músicas, cheiros, lembranças... conseguem trazer-nos de volta o "encanto", o "sonho", a "poesia"... a vontade de ser mais... sentir mais... estar mais...Pessoas que trazem a alegria... a nudez da alma... pura e simples... verdadeira... pessoas de um ressurgir... loucas... absurdas... encantadas... enluaradas... livres!!!!Incrível como as lágrimas... convertem-se em OCEANO... como as músicas trazem sentimentos antigos...cheiros... momentos que retornam... Incrível... como antes trágico... hoje quase cômico...como se constrói castelos com pedras... como se os decora com flores panhadas pelo caminho...Incrível... como se descobre mais forte... entendendo e admitindo que se é pequeno e frágil...Incrível como eh gostoso sentir... como o sentir eh intenso... como pequenas dores matam... como pequenas Felicidades entorpecem...&lt;br /&gt;By Menina Borboleta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não pode chover o tempo todo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Acredite, nada é trivial"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se as pessoas que amamos são tiradas de nós, o meio de mantê-las vivas é nunca deixar de amá-las. Prédios se queimam, pessoas morrem. Mas o verdadeiro amor é para sempre".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O resto eh silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pq talvez eu não seja poeta...&lt;br /&gt;soh traga no peito uma ferida aberda que aperta..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-116226505800554098?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/116226505800554098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=116226505800554098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116226505800554098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116226505800554098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/10/um-grito-atado-na-garganta.html' title='&quot;Um grito atado na garganta...&quot;'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-116200596623767914</id><published>2006-10-27T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:38:17.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sento-me aos pés da cama... Procuro encontrar afinidades numa tempestade de sentimentos. (apanho interrogações do chão) ..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/sozinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/sozinha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eh incrível como algumas pessoas, algumas coisas, músicas, cheiros, lembranças... conseguem trazer-nos de volta o "encanto", o "sonho", a "poesia"... a vontade de ser mais... sentir mais... estar mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pessoas que trazem a alegria... a nudez da alma... pura e simples... verdadeira... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pessoas de um ressurgir... loucas... absurdas... encantadas... enluaradas... livres!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que nunca em nós abrande este amor que nos liga aos frutos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;às sementes, aos amigos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;este saber dar o que temos dentro do peito aconchegado: o sorriso, a carícia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o imperceptível beijo ao despertar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E assim por nós vão passando os anos, inumeráveis rugas e vestígios deste tempo que se muda para além do que sabemos. E que neste jeito de mudança nunca as mãos deixem de sentir o mundo alucinante e veloz agitando-se em redor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Incrível como as lágrimas... convertem-se em OCEANO...&lt;br /&gt;como as músicas trazem sentimentos antigos...&lt;br /&gt;cheiros... momentos que retornam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incrível... como antes trágico... hoje quase cômico...&lt;br /&gt;como se constrói castelos com pedras... como se os decora com flores panhadas pelo caminho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eu gosto dos que tem fome... dos que morrem de vontade... dos que secam de desejo... dos que ardem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Incrível... como se descobre mais forte... entendendo e admitindo que se é pequeno e frágil...&lt;br /&gt;Incrível como eh gostoso sentir... como o sentir eh intenso... como pequenas dores matam... como pequenas Felicidades entorpecem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu não gosto de bom gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu não gosto de bom senso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu não gosto de bons modos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Não gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não ligo pra etiqueta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu aplaudo rebeldias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E compreendo piedades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não condeno mentiras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não condeno vaidades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cabelos ao vento... bagunçados... quase um emaranhado... protuberante pirâmide nasal... um ser translucido através das mãos de falanges compridas... um sorriso sem graça... uma inquietude estranha... batuques... uma ânsia... uma vontade loca pela vida... pelo abstrato... pela concretização... Incrível... sim... incrível e louco... Louco... sim Louco...&lt;br /&gt;Algo de loucura atrai... incrível... algo de insensato... obscuro... longinquo...&lt;br /&gt;profundo... atrai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque eu gosto dos que tem fome... dos que morrem de vontade... dos que secam de desejo... dos que ardem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/34656744_5f241178a5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/gnomo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-116200596623767914?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/116200596623767914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=116200596623767914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116200596623767914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116200596623767914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/10/sento-me-aos-ps-da-cama-procuro.html' title='&quot;Sento-me aos pés da cama... Procuro encontrar afinidades numa tempestade de sentimentos. (apanho interrogações do chão) ...&quot;'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-116156953258107998</id><published>2006-10-22T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T22:12:12.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"PROCURO-ME"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/0d843a48e9ec27767c7ef226d512fa18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/0d843a48e9ec27767c7ef226d512fa18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEMPO... Apenas TEMPO...&lt;br /&gt;É com ele que tenho andado de mãos dadas...&lt;br /&gt;e sei q ele vai trazer novas coisas... como tem trago à cada dia... ele me faz melhor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROCURO-ME... talvez... um dia...&lt;br /&gt;eu me ache vagando por aí... e nesse dia...&lt;br /&gt;eu serei... a pessoa mais feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensação de tah fazendo tudo errado...&lt;br /&gt;uma vontade de voar... e dxar mta coisa de lado...&lt;br /&gt;além daquelas que jah abri mão... tou tentando me encontrar... perdão pelas minhas falhas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mary Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alanis Morissette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the matter Mary Jane, you had a hard day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As you place the don't disturb sign on the door&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You lost your place in line again, what a pity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You never seem to want to dance anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It'sa long way down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On this roller coaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last chance streetcar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went off the track&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you're on it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hear you're counting sheep again Mary Jane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the point of trying' to dream anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hear you're losing weight again Mary Jane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you ever wonder who you're losing it for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well it's full speed baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the wrong direction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a few more bruises&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If that's the way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You insist on heading&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please be honest Mary Jane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please don't censor your tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the sweet crusader&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you're on your way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the last great innocent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that's why I love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/2634561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/2634561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So take this moment Mary Jane and be selfish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worry not about the cars that go by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All that matters Mary Jane is your freedom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So keep warm my dear, keep dry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the matter Mary Jane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-116156953258107998?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/116156953258107998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=116156953258107998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116156953258107998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116156953258107998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/10/procuro-me.html' title='&quot;PROCURO-ME&quot;'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-116084286972166043</id><published>2006-10-14T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T12:27:25.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"É o quase que me encomoda"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/797236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/797236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ainda pior que a convicção do não é a incerteza do talvez e a desilusão de um quase!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É o quase que me encomoda, que me mata, trazendo tudo que poderia ter sido e não foi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem quase ganhou ainda joga, quem quase passou ainda estuda, quem quase amou não amou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basta pensar nas oportunidades que nos escaparam pelos dedos, nas chances que se perdem por medo, nas idéias que nunca sairão do papel por essa maldita mania de viver no outono!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pergunto-me, ás vezes, o que nos leva a escolher uma vida morna. A resposta eu sei de cor, está estampada na distância e na frieza dos sorrisos, na frouxidão dos abraços, e na indiferença dos "bom-dia", quase que sussurrados...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobra covardia e falta coragem até para ser feliz. A paixão queima, o amor enlouquece, o desejo trai.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talves esses fossem bons motivos para decidir entre a alegria e a dor. Mas não são.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se a virtude estivesse mesmo no meio-termo o mar não teria ondas, os dias seriam nublados e o arco-íris em tons de cinza. O nada não ilumina, não inspira e nem acalma, apenas amplia o vazio que cada um traz dentro de si.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preferir a derrota prévia à duvida da vitória é desperdiçar a oportunidade de merecer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para os erros há perdão, para os fracassos, chance, para os amores impossíveis, tempo. De nada adianta cercar um coração vazio ou economizar alma. Um romance cujo fim é indolor não é romance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não deixe que a saudade sufoque, que a rotina acomode, que o medo impeça de tentar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desconfie do destino e acredite em você. Gaste mais horas realizando que sonhando, fazendo que planejando...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vivendo que esperando...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque, embora quem quase morre esteja vivo, quem quase vive já morreu..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Correndo... talvez sem saber pra onde vou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;fazendo automaticamente... pelo simples dever... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ateh parece q me programaram... apertaram o botaunzin... e as coisas vaum saindo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;tou meio eh q enferrujada... hauhauhaua... as vezes as coisas naum saem taum bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;saudade daquelas lokuraaaass... de fazer td... pra naum passar vontade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;de beber ateh quase cair... [pq eu naum caiu] ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;da minha atitude...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;de sair com as SUPERS e fazer besteiras... rir ateh doer a barriga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;saudade de abraços... de sorrisos... do posto... dos bares... das festas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;da amizade... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;de fik atoa atoa... de naum ter responsabilidades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;saudade da minha outra família... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;saudade de chorar... e ter colinhu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;saudade de mim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cansada de quase viver... de quase fazer... de as vezes quase sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da monotonia... da mesma coisa todo dia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;embora eu sinta q eu sempre estou&lt;/span&gt; bem... issu eh estranhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;jah disse q a felicidadee faz parte de mim... tudo em mim eh felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;melhor dizendo eu sou a própria FELICIDADE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Vamos fazer uma festinha heim???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-116084286972166043?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/116084286972166043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=116084286972166043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116084286972166043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116084286972166043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-quase-que-me-encomoda.html' title='&quot;É o quase que me encomoda&quot;'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-116010412408723441</id><published>2006-10-05T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T23:15:38.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"A pessoa errada"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ando muito nervosa...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/cuturnoooooooo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com alguns certos "piques de nervos"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que passam e me deixam mais nervosa ainda...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas estou bem... calma... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a faculdade corrida e o sempre sono... aí td parece q vai me estressando...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas nesse momento eu sinto que tou bem... sim... bem!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desisto de um amor platônico... hahahahaha e...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talvez de todos os poucos outros amores...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;surgem novos... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas nem tem graça agora...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sozinha com meus sonhos!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;issu eh bom...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Pessoa Errada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensando bem em tudo o que a gente vê, vivencia, ouve e pensa, não existe uma pessoa certa pra gente, existe uma pessoa que, se você for parar pra pensar é, na verdade, a pessoa errada. Porque a pessoa certa faz tudo certinho. Chega na hora certa, fala coisas certas, faz coisas certas, mas nem sempre a gente está precisando das coisas certas. Aí é a hora de procurar a pessoa errada. A pessoa errada te faz perder a cabeça, fazer loucuras, perder a hora, morrer de amor. A pessoa errada vai ficar um dia sem te procurar que é pra na hora que vocês se encontrarem a entrega ser muito mais verdadeira. A pessoa errada é na verdade, aquilo que a gente chama de pessoa certa. Essa pessoa vai te fazer chorar, mas uma hora depois vai estar enxugando suas lágrimas essa pessoa vai tirar seu sono, mas vai te dar em troca uma noite de amor inesquecível. Essa pessoa talvez te magoe e depois te enche de mimos pedindo perdão. Essa pessoa pode não estar 100% do tempo ao seu lado, mas vai estar 100% da vida dela esperando você. A pessoa errada tem que aparecer pra todo mundo porque a vida não é certa. Nada aqui é certo. O que é certo mesmo, é que temos que viver cada momento, cada segundo, amando, sorrindo, chorando, emocionando, pensando, agindo, querendo, conseguindo e só assim é possível chegar àquele momento do dia em que a gente diz: "Graças à Deus deu tudo certo" quando na verdade Tudo o que Ele quer é que a gente encontre a pessoa errada pra que as coisas comecem a realmente funcionar direito pra gente... Nossa missão: compreender o universo de cada ser humano, respeitar as diferenças, brindar as descobertas, buscar a evolução.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luís Fernando Veríssimo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/duende.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amei o texto... e na verdade eu amo seres meio "errados".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/tenis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/tenis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-116010412408723441?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/116010412408723441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=116010412408723441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116010412408723441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/116010412408723441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/10/pessoa-errada.html' title='&quot;A pessoa errada&quot;'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-115950818772121408</id><published>2006-09-29T01:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T01:36:27.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Você pode ir na janela..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/paz%20pra%20mim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/paz%20pra%20mim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora vale a pena postar!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hj vale a pena postar!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afinal eu sou a minina mais corajosa que eu já conheci...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a menina mais cheia de vida e alegria...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a mais FELIZ... cheia de vontade e desejo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a mais carente... hushhauha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e como eu não passo vontade... [quanto tempo q eu não falo isso... hehehehe... =D]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fui pro pub... e voltei... SOZINHA...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu Deus eu sou SUPER mesmo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;encontrei o fer lah... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Los Hermanos eh tudo mesmo, T U D O!!! TUDO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Coisas simples q me fazem feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se não vai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não desvie a minha estrela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não desloque a linha reta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você só me fez mudar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas depois mudou de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você quer me biografar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas não quer saber do fim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas se vai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você pode ir na janela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra se amorenar no sol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que não quer anoitecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ao chegar no meu jardim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mostro as flores que falei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vai sem duvidar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas se ainda faz sentindo, vem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até se for bem no final&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será mais lindo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como a canção que um dia fiz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra te brindar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você pode ir na janela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra se amorenar no sol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que não quer anoitecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ao chegar no meu jardim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mostro as flores que falei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você só me fez mudar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas depois mudou de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amoooooooooo essa musicaaaaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nooooooooooooooooooooossa como...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-115950818772121408?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/115950818772121408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=115950818772121408' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115950818772121408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115950818772121408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/09/voc-pode-ir-na-janela.html' title='&quot;Você pode ir na janela...&quot;'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-115903351279478833</id><published>2006-09-23T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T13:58:21.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Um olhar, uma visão, um Mundo... um Mundo que é meu..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/30406235.1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/30406235.1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Perguntaram ao Dalai Lama, o que mais o surpreendia na humanidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ele respondeu... os homens... pois perdem saúde para juntar dinheiro e depois perdem dinheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;para recuperar a saúde e também por pensarem ansiosamente no futuro, esquendo do presente de tal forma que acabam por não viver nem o presente nem o futuro... fora que vivem como se nunca fossem morrer e acabam morrendo como se nunca tivessem vivido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"É melhor tentar e falhar, do que se preocupar e ver a vida passar; é melhor tentar ainda que em vão, do que se sentar fazendo nada até o final; prefiro na chuva caminhar, que em dias tristes em casa me esconder; prefiro ser feliz embora louco... Que em conformidade viver." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mais uma vez a correria louca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;mas q ora me anima, ora me desconsola...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;estar com os amigos tem sido tudo de bom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nada me falta!!! Tenho sonhos!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel na Cova dos Leões&lt;br /&gt;Legião Urbana&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/duende.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/duende.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/sorriso_lu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquele gosto amargo do teu corpo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ficou na minha boca por mais tempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De amargo então salgado ficou doce,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim que o teu cheiro forte e lento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fez casa nos meus braços e ainda leve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E forte, cego e tenso fez saber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que ainda era muito e muito pouco.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faço nosso o meu segredo mais sincero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E desafio o instinto dissonante.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A insegurança não me ataca quando erro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o teu momento passa a ser o meu instante.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o teu medo de ter medo de ter medo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não faz da minha força confusão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teu corpo é meu espelho e em ti navego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu sei que tua correnteza não tem direção.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, tão certo quanto o erro de ser barco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A motor e insistir em usar os remos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É o mal que a água faz quando se afoga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o salva-vidas não está la porque&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não vemos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/gnomooooss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/gnomooooss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-115903351279478833?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/115903351279478833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=115903351279478833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115903351279478833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115903351279478833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-olhar-uma-viso-um-mundo-um-mundo.html' title='&quot;Um olhar, uma visão, um Mundo... um Mundo que é meu...&quot;'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-115843123287194607</id><published>2006-09-16T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T19:09:56.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jardim de Felicidades..."</title><content type='html'>Agora eu tenhu um jardim de felicidadessss pra mim!!!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/SAAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/SAAA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/mundo_lu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiiiiiii como tou feliz....&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tem sido verdadeiramente perfeito....&lt;br /&gt;Mtooooooooooooooooooo perfect........&lt;br /&gt;Noooooooooooooooossa...&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade que vem de repente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Tenho uma sede diferente e ardida. Sede de um líquido novo. Que desça cortando tudo que não é vida. Sede de cortar a ferida Tenho uma fome estranha e voraz Fome de um mundo novo. Que iguale os distantes, da frente e de trás. Fome que o&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;homi&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; num traz&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;De Onde Vem A Calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Los Hermanos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Composição: Marcelo Camelo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De onde vem a calma daquele cara ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele não sabe ser melhor, viu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como não entende de ser valente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ele não saber ser mais viri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele não sabe não, viu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes dá como um frio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É o mundo que anda hostil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O mundo todo é hostil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De onde vem o jeito tão sem defeito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que esse rapaz consegue fingir?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olha esse sorriso tão indeciso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta se exibindo pra solidão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não vão embora daqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sou o que vocês são&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não solta da minha mão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não solta da minha mão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não vou mudar não&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu vou ficar são&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo se for só&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não vou ceder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus vai dar aval sim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o mal vai ter fim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e no final assim calado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu sei que vou ser coroado rei de mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu sei que vou ser coroada rainha de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Semanas corridas... duas viajens perfeitas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mudanças certas... saudade dos amigos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;surpresas ótimas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FELICIDADE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-115843123287194607?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/115843123287194607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=115843123287194607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115843123287194607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115843123287194607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/09/jardim-de-felicidades.html' title='&quot;Jardim de Felicidades...&quot;'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-115775215228666512</id><published>2006-09-08T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T13:54:20.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fui voar"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;______________•____________•________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;;,,,_____________`._________.´____________,,,;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;'Y888888bo.._______:______:______..od888888Y'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;__8888888888b..____:_____:____.d8888888888 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_88888Y'__`Y8b.____`___´___.d8Y'__`Y88888&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_Y88888__.db.__.Yb.__'.__.'__.dY.__.db.__8888Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;___`888__Y88Y____¨b_(?)_d¨___Y88Y__888´&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;____888b___"'' _______(.)_______"''__.d888&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;___Y888888bd8g."'__.....':'.....__'".g8bd888888Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_______'Y'___.8.___....d(?)b....___.8.___'Y'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;________.!__.8'_.db_.d..':'..b._db._'8.__!.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;__________d88__'__.8_(.)_8.__'__88b&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;________d888b__.g8._.(?)._.8g.__d888b&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_______:888888888Y'______'Y888888888:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_______'!_8888888´________`8888888_!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_________'8Y__`"Y__________Y"´__Y8'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fui voar voar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não estarei por aqui...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sentirão saudades...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=****************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/borboleta.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/borboleta.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-115775215228666512?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/115775215228666512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=115775215228666512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115775215228666512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115775215228666512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/09/fui-voar.html' title='&quot;Fui voar&quot;'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-115769214287405576</id><published>2006-09-08T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T01:09:02.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Não deixe a guerra começar"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/heart113xc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/heart113xc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maurício&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letra: Renato Russo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Música: Dado Villa-Lobos/Renato Russo/Marcelo Bonfá&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já não sei dizer se ainda sei sentir. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu coração já não me pertence. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já não quer mais me obedecer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parece agora estar tão cansado quanto eu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até pensei que era mais por não saber.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que ainda sou capaz de acreditar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me sinto tão só. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E dizem que a solidão até que me cai bem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes faço planos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes quero ir. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para algum país distante e voltar a ser feliz. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já não sei dizer o que aconteceu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se tudo que sonhei foi mesmo um sonho meu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se meu desejo então já se realizou. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que fazer depois, pra onde é que eu vou? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu vi você voltar pra mim. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;Descobri derrepente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;música q diz da minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;...parece q escreveram pra mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;legião... sem comentários!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei dizer se ainda sei sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto tão só. E dizem que a solidão até que me cai bem.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes quero ir. Para algum país distante e voltar a ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei dizer o que aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi você voltar pra mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-115769214287405576?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/115769214287405576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=115769214287405576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115769214287405576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115769214287405576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-deixe-guerra-comear.html' title='&quot;Não deixe a guerra começar&quot;'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-115745310686810441</id><published>2006-09-05T06:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T06:45:07.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/louquinha%20demais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/louquinha%20demais.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;♪ ♪ ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Descoberta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;♪ ♪ ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Los Hermanos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Composição: Marcelo Camelo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sai, que já não te quero mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sai, porque hoje eu descobri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Que posso viver sem ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Que posso viver em paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Muito bem sem teu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sai, porque agora eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Um homem bem mais feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Um homem bem mais feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Vai, hoje a lágrima não cai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sei agora o mal que faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dar amor a quem não ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dar amor a quem só traz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ódio e desilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Que maltrata o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Precisando de carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Precisando de carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Minha amada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Não consigo mais viver ao lado teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Não consigo mais te dar o meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hoje vivo muito bem sem tua boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;E sozinho não conheço mais a dor(2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;☆☆&lt;/span&gt;  Dia FELIZ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;nascendo feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;pra uma pessoa FELIZ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;☆☆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ツ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;εϊз  Menina Borboleta  εϊз&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-115745310686810441?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/115745310686810441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=115745310686810441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115745310686810441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115745310686810441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy.html' title='Happy!!!!'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-115733801254096309</id><published>2006-09-03T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:46:54.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Eu posso ser paranóica, mas não sou um andróid"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/bolhaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/bolhaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempos sem navegar...&lt;br /&gt;... por esse mar...&lt;br /&gt;tempos sem voar...&lt;br /&gt;sem céu...&lt;br /&gt;sem chão...&lt;br /&gt;sem lugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;É melhor tentar e falhar, do que se preocupar e ver a vida passar; é melhor tentar ainda que em vão, do que se sentar fazendo nada até o final; prefiro na chuva caminhar, que em dias tristes em casa me esconder; prefiro ser feliz embora louco...Que em conformidade viver.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ter amigos eh uma dádiva... fim de semana feliz... ao lado de uma Família!!!!!! Brigadaum.... Amo vc's sem noção... sem explicação... simplismente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AMO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're lost and feel alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se você está perdido e se sentindo sozinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Circumnavigate the globe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Circunavegue no globo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All you ever have to hope for too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo que você já tem é esperar também&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the way you seem to flow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o caminho você vê fluir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Circumnavigate in hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cicunavegue na esperança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And they seem to lose control, with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/solidao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eles verão perder o controle, com você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone of us is hurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos nós estamos machucados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And everyone of us is scarred&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E todos nós estamos assustados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone of us is scared&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E todos nós estamos assustados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você não&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your eyes closed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seus olhos fechados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your head hurts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sua cabeça doendo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your eyes feel so low&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seus olhos tocados tão devagar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone of us is scared&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos nós estamos assustados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone of us is hurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos nós estamos machucados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone of us has hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos nós temos esperança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For you (x10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-115733801254096309?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/115733801254096309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=115733801254096309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115733801254096309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115733801254096309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/09/eu-posso-ser-paranica-mas-no-sou-um.html' title='&quot;Eu posso ser paranóica, mas não sou um andróid&quot;'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-115715600971625057</id><published>2006-09-01T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T20:23:43.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Condicional... sem condições...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/amor.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/amor.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O amor é a valorização do melhor do outro, é a regeneração de cada erro. O amor cresce na verdade e aceita viver os problemas da felicidade. O amor não precisa de demonstrações: presenteia com a verdade do sentimento. Não precisa de presenças exigidas: amplia-se com as ausências significantes.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;E ainda dizem que não se vive de passado. O passado é a sinopse da vida que você vem levando... É pela sinopse que a gente sente se um livro vai ser bom ou uma sopa de letrinhas. Minha sinopse eu diria,é no mínimo trágica se não fosse cômica. Minha sinopse é cheia de 'festa estranha com gente esquisita'.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria me sentir protegida... segura... firme!!!&lt;br /&gt;Queria que todas as minhas decisões fossem certas.&lt;br /&gt;E ponto final. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/deactivated_account.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/deactivated_account.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria não ter medo...&lt;br /&gt;não ter dor...&lt;br /&gt;não ser tão insegura...&lt;br /&gt;E ponto.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ponto final.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A gente nasce e morre só. E talvez por isso mesmo é que se precisa tanto de viver acompanhado&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Corro tanto... e cada vez que corro... parece que perco mais tempo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sinto que não fiz nada... [e na realidade... não fiz]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no fim de tudo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aqui cansada [matando aula] e me culpando mil vezes... por tantas coisas...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Um homem com uma dor é muito mais elegante. Caminha-se de lado, como se chegando atrasado andasse mais adiante. Carrega o peso da dor, como se portasse medalhas, uma coroa, um milhão de dólares ou coisas que o valha. Ópios, Édens, Analgésicos não me toquem nessa dor.(Por Favor). Ela é tudo que me sobra, sofrer vai ser a minha última obra.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Minha vida é toda estranha... tão intensa... tão doída... e sempre tão feliz... e aiiiiiiii minha cabeça tah doidaaaaaa... axu q eh o sempre sono...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aiiiiiiiiiiiiii... não consigo me entender... [queria parar de me culpar por não me entender... por não entender o outro... por não ser a garota dos meus sonhos... por não ser a mais inteligente, a mais linda, a mais segura, a mais responsável... a mais mais] ao mesmo tempo penso q nem sou tão ruim assim... mas me falta algo....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! Passagem pra mim pra PQP...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isso porque mesmo assim eu sou FELIZ!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Uh... Se a gente já não sabe mais rir um do outro meu bem então o que resta é chorar e talvez, se tem que durar, vem renascido o amor bento de lágrimas. Um século, três, se as vidas atrás são parte de nós. E como será? O vento vai dizer lento o que virá, e se chover demais, a gente vai saber, claro de um trovão, se alguém depois sorrir em paz. Só de encontrar... Ah!!!&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/saudade-ricardotavares.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/saudade-ricardotavares.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;eu preciso andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;um caminho só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;vou buscar alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;que eu nem sei quem sou&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-115715600971625057?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/115715600971625057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=115715600971625057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115715600971625057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115715600971625057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/09/condicional-sem-condies.html' title='Condicional... sem condições...'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-115693371967127843</id><published>2006-08-30T06:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T06:28:39.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"O tempo é senhor da razão"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/ThumbnailBig_10091.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="115" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/ThumbnailBig_10091.gif" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/2074855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/2074855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Mas você passou do ponto&lt;br /&gt;e agora eu já não sei mais &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eu quero paz&lt;br /&gt;quero dançar com outro par&lt;br /&gt;pra variar amor." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/33362477-115693371967127843?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/115693371967127843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=115693371967127843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115693371967127843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115693371967127843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/08/o-tempo-senhor-da-razo.html' title='&quot;O tempo é senhor da razão&quot;'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-115679591261145105</id><published>2006-08-28T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T19:19:02.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Eh de Deus tudo aquilo que não se pode ver"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/coracao.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/coracao.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois É&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Los Hermanos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Composição: Rodrigo Amarante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, não deu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa assim como está sereno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois é de Deus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo aquilo que não se pode ver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ao amanhã a gente não diz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ao coração que teima em bater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;avisa que é de se entregar o viver (2x)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois é, até&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde o destino não previu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei mas atrás vou até onde eu consegui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa o amanhã e a gente sorri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que o coração já quer descansar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clareia minha vida, amor, no olhar (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-115679591261145105?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/115679591261145105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=115679591261145105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115679591261145105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115679591261145105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/08/eh-de-deus-tudo-aquilo-que-no-se-pode.html' title='&quot;Eh de Deus tudo aquilo que não se pode ver&quot;'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-115671808660088642</id><published>2006-08-27T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T18:37:23.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Éh preciso paciência"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Os loucos abrem os caminhos que depois emprestam aos sensatos"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grito ao infinito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Não venham me dizer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/34635079_e705b81714_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/34635079_e705b81714_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;o que sou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;o que sinto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;como eu devo viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;e o que devo fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Não venham condenar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;o meu modo de ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;de amar e de me expor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu faço o meu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Não venham me ensinar:eu sei errar sozinha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poema de Trindade, D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sem espaço suficiente aqui, a vontade de sair correndo corrói... vontade de sair por aí pra ver a lua, deitar na grama, ouvindo uma música e dormir... e estou tão só aqui, que hoje a solidão tah me dando raivaaaaaaaaaaaaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-115671808660088642?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/115671808660088642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=115671808660088642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115671808660088642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115671808660088642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/08/h-preciso-pacincia.html' title='&quot;Éh preciso paciência&quot;'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-115668978868689449</id><published>2006-08-27T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T10:43:08.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Os dias que eu me vejo só, são dias que eu me encontro mais"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/corvo%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/corvoooo%20lindooo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/corvoooo%20lindooo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As pessoas acreditavam que quando alguém morria, um corvo carregava a alma para a terra dos mortos. Mas, às vezes, algo tão ruim acontece, que uma tristeza enorme é levada junto, e a alma não consegue descanso. E às vezes, só às vezes, o corvo pode trazer a alma devolta para consertar as coisas erradas.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/corvooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/corvooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/corvooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/corvooo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/corvooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não pode chover o tempo todo&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Acredite, nada é trivial&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/o%20corvoooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/o%20corvoooo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Se as pessoas que amamos são tiradas de nós, o meio de mantê-las vivas é nunca deixar de amá-las. Prédios se queimam, pessoas morrem. Mas o verdadeiro amor é para sempre."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/corvooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/corvooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/corvooo.jpg"&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/33362477-115668978868689449?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/115668978868689449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=115668978868689449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115668978868689449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115668978868689449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/08/os-dias-que-eu-me-vejo-s-so-dias-que.html' title='&quot;Os dias que eu me vejo só, são dias que eu me encontro mais&quot;'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-115663640113514337</id><published>2006-08-26T18:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T20:06:40.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Solidão"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/so.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/so.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Eu preciso andar um caminho só [que eu nem sei quem sou] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;guarde um sonho bom pra mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cada um sabe a dor e a delícia de ser o que é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quem inventou o amor explica por favor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto a vida vai e vem você procura achar alguém,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que um dia possa lhe dizer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;_ Quero ficar só com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/solidaaao.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/solidaaao.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/solidaaao.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Quase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Um pouco mais de sol - eu era brasa,u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;m pouco mais de azul - eu era além.Para atingir, faltou-me um golpe de asa...&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos eu permanecesse aquém... Assombro ou paz? Em vão... Tudo esvaído Num grande mar enganador de espuma; E o grande sonho despertado em bruma,O grande sonho - ó dor! - quase vivido... Quase o amor, quase o triunfo e a chama, Quase o princípio e o fim - quase a expansão... Mas na minh'alma tudo se derrama... Entanto nada foi só ilusão! De tudo houve um começo ... e tudo errou... - Ai a dor de ser - quase, dor sem fim... Eu falhei-me entre os mais, falhei em mim, Asa que se enlaçou mas não voou... Momentos de alma que, desbaratei... Templos aonde nunca pus um altar... Rios que perdi sem os levar ao mar... Ânsias que foram mas que não fixei... Se me vagueio, encontro só indícios... Ogivas para o sol - vejo-as cerradas; E mãos de herói, sem fé, acobardadas, Puseram grades sobre os precipícios... Num ímpeto difuso de quebranto, Tudo encetei e nada possuí... Hoje, de mim, só resta o desencanto Das coisas que beijei mas não vivi... Um pouco mais de sol - e fora brasa, Um pouco mais de azul - e fora além. Para atingir faltou-me um golpe de asa... Se ao menos eu permanecesse aquém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Texto de Mario de Sá Carneiro"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/pq%20borboleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/pq%20borboleta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ás vezes a solidão me fascina, me acalma... faz bem pra alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Solidão...estar só... e uma música triste que me deixa feliz... ai começo a escrever, a relembrar a vida, a infância, a família, pessoas que já se foram, a escola, os amigos, dias de chuva [sinto até o cheiro, muito aconchegante], festinhas, vovô, vovó, brincadeiras super engraçadas, amores infantis, platônicos [que hoje sim não mais doem, chega a ser engraçado...] amores, indiferenças, titia, mamãe, dores, pscóloga, solidão doida, sonhos, namoros, ficadas, amigos, SUPERS, festas, doideras, trabalho, responsabilidades, saudades, conquistas ... momentos guardados... e uma felicidade estranha por ser EU, por ser taum feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Enfim crescimento... absorvido pela cor, pela luz, pelo tom de cada coisa, de cada estar, de cada ser, dúvida, certeza, choro e risadas de doer a barriga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Minha gostosa solidão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Uma felicidade que me espanta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Não me falta nada... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tenho SONHOS...&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/33362477-115663640113514337?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/115663640113514337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=115663640113514337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115663640113514337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115663640113514337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/08/solido.html' title='&quot;Solidão&quot;'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-115661200984626146</id><published>2006-08-26T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T13:06:49.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Liberdade ainda que tarde..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/olho%20de%20borboleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/olho%20de%20borboleta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/olho%20de%20borboleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;εϊз&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Voa Voa borboleta!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;εϊз&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;εϊз&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt; εϊз&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;    εϊз&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LIBERDADE... voei nas tuas asas... A grande borboleta... Leve numa asa a lua... E o sol na outra... E entre as duas a seta... A grande borboleta... Seja completa-... Mente solta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Livres&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Livrem-nos poemas pássaros, dos destinos mornos, das existências pré-fabricadas... Livrem-nos poemas pássaros, do enorme acervo de inutilidades de que somos prisioneiros. Livrem-nos poemas pássaros, dos andrajos dos nossos hábitos. Livrem-nos poemas pássaros, da lógica vazia, da causalidade teratológica, das suas inevitáveis conclusões... Livrem-nos poemas pássaros, de tudo que nos torna bem ajustados e efêmeros bonecos de ventríloquo. Livrem-nos poemas pássaros, da mais-valia, dos sempre estúpidos planos econômicos. Livrem-nos poemas pássaros, da pseudo moralidade, dos "chips" de consciência barata, em nós implantados, fontes de impulsos programados. Livrem-nos poemas pássaros, de tantos fatos publicados e das opiniões dos especialistas, das intermináveis listas, das incontáveis obrigações... Do simples medo de receber eventual visita, do imponderável... Do pavor de não chegar a tempo, dos sacrossantos horários. Livrem-nos poemas pássaros do temor infundado de desejar um bom dia a quem está ao lado, de saudar o sol, de caminhar sorrindo, de errar, errar, errar e errar... De beber a grandes goles apenas o presente, proscrevendo os queixumes, o depois, e o mais tarde... _________________ Bruno Ropf _________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33362477-115661200984626146?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/115661200984626146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=115661200984626146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115661200984626146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115661200984626146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/08/liberdade-ainda-que-tarde.html' title='&quot;Liberdade ainda que tarde...&quot;'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362477.post-115656383943888848</id><published>2006-08-25T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T00:01:43.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ando devagar porque já tive pressa"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/1600/menina%20borboleta.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6052/3662/320/menina%20borboleta.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viver é expandir, é iluminar. Viver é derrubar barreiras entre os homens e o Mundo. Compreender. Saber que, muitas vezes, nossa jaula somos nós mesmos, que vivemos polindo nossas grades ao invés delas nos libertamos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Procuro descobrir nos outros sua dimensão única. Sou coletivo. Tenho o Mundo dentro de mim. Um profundo respeito humano. Um enorme respeito à vida. Acredito nos homens. Até nos vigaristas. Procuro desenvolver um sentido de identificação com o resto da humanidade. Não nado em piscina se tenho mar. Por respeito à cada ser humano em todos os cantos da terra, e por gostar de gente - gostar de gostar - é que encontro em cada indivíduo o reflexo do Universo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As pessoas chamam de amor aoo amor próprio. Chamam de amor ao sexo. Chamam de amor uma porção de coisas que não são amor. Enquanto a humanidade não definir o amor, algo que independe da posse, do egocentrismo, da planificação, do medo de perder, da necessidade de ser correspondido, o amor não será amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A gente só é o que faz aos outros. Somos consequência dessa ação. Não fazer me deixa atenuado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez a coisa mais importante da vida seja não vencer na vida, não se realizar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O homem deve viver se realizando.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O realizado botou ponto final.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não podemos viver, permanentemente, grandes momentos, mas devemos cultivar suas exp-ectativas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acredito em milagre. Nada mais miraculoso que a realidade de cada instante.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acredito no sobrenaatural. O sobrenatural seria o natural mal explicado, se o natural tivesse explicação.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto o homem não marcar um encontro consigo mesmo, verá o Mundo com prisma deformado. E costruirá um Mundo em que a lua terá prioridade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um Mundo mais lua que luar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Texto de Pedro Bloch"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada mais lindo que a realidade de cada instante... meu instante aqui... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hj tou ateh cansada mas tou feliz!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dormi no buzão passei do ponto fui parar no ponto final do... ai naum lembro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma minina em tempos de reflexão... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que precisa dormir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=D &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/33362477-115656383943888848?l=menina-borboleta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/feeds/115656383943888848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33362477&amp;postID=115656383943888848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115656383943888848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33362477/posts/default/115656383943888848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-borboleta.blogspot.com/2006/08/ando-devagar-porque-j-tive-pressa.html' title='&quot;Ando devagar porque já tive pressa&quot;'/><author><name>Menina Borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09462152554069905152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
